#and then Tumblr fucked up so I couldn't post it from my phone

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

Hii !! From the smut prompts (stop rolling your eyes, I know Im predicatable!) could I request "Accidentally Sending Nudes", "Sexting" and... a secret third thing (the choice is yours, go hogwild) for Jason x Fat Fem Reader? I'm leaning more towards sub!reader but shes def a little shit about it :3

Thank you in advance if you write it !! 🌼

See, this is why it pays to send in a request with me, because even if I don't answer it right away, I keep requests in my inbox for months and come back to them later!!! (This is from December 2023)

(Also this request is just plain fun) (because Star knows exactly what buttons to push to get me lmao)

DC Titans Requests - OPEN

How would Jason react to you accidentally sending him a nude?

(Jason Todd x Fem!Thick!Reader)

Warnings: set specifically in the Titans!verse - set during season 3/mentions of season 3 plot points; spoilers for major plot points of Titans (including character deaths on the show); this is kind of enemies to lovers? (enemies to fwb, I guess); the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; the reader is described as being fat/plus sized; passing mentions of Gar x reader (I couldn't help myself); dubious consent - because of the nature of the trope, Jason sees the reader naked without her explicit consent, and he decides to keep the picture without her consent - but it does spark a consensual sexual relationship between them; passing mention of using nudes for blackmail (that does not happen); this isn't really proofread; (generally, I consider this post to be a fucking mess because it was written in Tumblr but I was still trying to have fun with it lmao.)

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Jason is minding his own business when it happens.

(For once in life, he is fully, completely, minding his own business.)

He's back in Gotham and he hasn't seen you in months - and if asked, he would say that he hasn't thought about you. He doesn't have time to think about you because he's been too busy with this therapy bullshit, training, trying to get back his title of Robin. Trying to get back in the cape. (And trying to get back in Bruce's good graces.)

But that's not exactly true. He's thought about you a lot.

(Most of those times have been with his hand around his cock, but again - he won't admit that.)

There is an occasional time that you cross his mind and it's because he's wondering genuinely how you're doing - wondering if you're well, how your training is going, wondering if you're doing okay under the Dickhead's reign. But he can't ever pluck up the courage to text you and simply ask. Because that would be admitting that he cares, and that would make him look like a weak little prick.

And that's why he's so damn surprised when you text him first.

He hasn't heard from you since he left the Tower (well, since he stormed away from Donna's funeral in what you called a 'toddler fit' - something that ended in a rather vicious text argument between the two of you). In fact, the last thing in the text history between the two of you is you calling him a 'giant, petty, whiny baby who can't deal with his own emotions'.

(You had no clue what had happened between him and Rose, so that did inform a lot of your opinion on the matter.) (And that was probably the reason why Rose still had all of her teeth after you had seen her at the funeral.)

But all of that was aside from the point.

The point being - Jason found himself smiling when your contact name popped up on his phone.

He has you in his phone as 'Pretty Girl' - along with a contact picture of you sticking your tongue out at him in response to having his phone shoved in your face with the knowledge that he was taking a picture of you. (That tongue always makes him think certain things, so even though you intended for it to be some rude thing to ruin the picture, it makes it so much better for him.)

(1) new photo

That instantly catches Jason's attention.

Perhaps you were sending him a picture just to flip him off, or sending him a picture of a dumpster to ask him if it reminded him of home - a common joke you used to make when he still lived at the Tower.

Jason grabbed his phone and opened the message, expecting another tired joke, and-

Holy fuck.

The last thing he was expecting - your naked body. Your gorgeous naked body.

(He likely would have expected a nuclear blast or for the Joker to clean up his act and actually become a decent, sane citizen before he expected this to happen.)

Jason brought his phone closer to his face, making the picture full screen in order to examine it better - he needed to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating, or that this wasn't some weird dream. But fuck, he definitely wouldn't be able to dream up this.

You were so perfect - so fucking perfect in a way that was so very real.

The picture was a fucking stunning side profile of your body - rolling curves, lacy underwear that could clearly barely contain your impressive hips with sweet little stretch marks jutting out from the fabric (jagged little marks across the softness of your skin that made Jason want to act up) - soft fat for him to grab onto, and the perfect teardrop shape of your breast, now bared to his eye in a way that he had only dreamt of before. Something that he had stared at through the oversized tee shirts you wore to bed without a bra, just wondering what you looked like underneath.

And fuck, this was so much better than anything he could have dreamt up.

Jason's cock began to harden almost instantly, and laying in bed, he reached over to his nightstand for some lube, ready to milk that picture for all it was worth, when-

His phone buzzed again.

Pretty Girl: 'Delete that.'

Jason hadn't even considered that you had sent it to him by mistake. He had been far too busy enjoying to even consider the intention or the psychology behind it.

So, he took his hand off the waistband of his sweats and texted back the first thing that came to mind.

'No.'

(He didn't hear your annoyed growl on the other end, frustrated at his downright typical Jason behaviour.)

'It's not my fault you made a dumbass mistake. Besides, it's the least I get after all the nagging from you.'

Then, something else came to mind as the bubbles popped up, meaning you were busy formulating a reply - an annoyed one, no doubt.

'Who did you mean to send it to anyway? Who are you fucking whose name starts with J that's not me?'

(You hesitated.)

Pretty Girl: 'I didn't type in J.'

'???'

Pretty Girl: 'I typed in G. And it turns out the first contact that popped up was Giant Baby. That's you.'

Jason felt annoyed and insulted on all levels. The fact that you were going to Tiger Boy for dick instead of him, and the fact that you had used such a mocking contact name for him. But when he realised that such a pathetic string of events had caused him to accidentally see you naked, he couldn't be too upset.

'I'm still keeping the picture 😈'

Pretty Girl: 'You're such an asshole' Pretty Girl: ... Pretty Girl: 'You owe me one'

'Fine, I'll owe you one'

Jason shrugged it off, thinking he had won, until -

Pretty Girl: 'No, you owe me a cock.'

This made Jason's stomach jump. You couldn't possibly mean-?

Pretty Girl: ... Pretty Girl: 'You owe me a picture of your dick. You know - an eye for an eye type stuff.'

Jason wanted to ask questions - what did you plan to do with the picture? Should he shave his balls first? Did you want more than one?

But his cock got even harder at you asking for a picture, at you demanding to see his cock, and he couldn't properly think - he couldn't even reason that you might later blackmail him with the picture.

No, instead, he found himself ripping down his pants and turning on the bedside lamp for good lighting, pumping himself up to peak rigid hardness and grasping the base of his cock in hand. And then, without hesitation, he snapped a picture for you. He made sure to get his abs in the photo - a collection of his best assets, with his pants pulled down to mid-thigh, showing off his tight stomach, the deep V leading down to his dick, and his thick seven inch cock in hand surrounded by some well-kept dark pubic hair.

(He was proud of it - and that ego was one of the things that annoyed you most about him.)

He sent it without hesitation and then you began typing several times and stopped once again. Jason's stomach churned with nerves until -

Pretty Girl: 'Fuck you' Pretty Girl: 'I thought it would be smaller'

Jason had no clue how to respond to that, and he was busy racking his brain for some clever reply, when -

Oh. Oh fuck.

(1) new photo

You had sent him another picture. And this time it was definitely on purpose.

It was a view between the plump, beautiful thickness of your thighs - your hand was inside the pretty lace of those panties, and your fingers were visible working on your clit while your needy hole dripped wetness onto the fabric.

So you had liked what you had seen.

Pretty Girl: 'What would you do if you were here right now?'

Jason's brain short-circuited then. He thought of so many things - eating your pussy until you screamed, flipping you onto your stomach and fucking you until you begged him to stop, gripping onto those gorgeous thighs, pinning them to your chest and pounding into your cunt until you finally surrendered and said that you had liked him all along, fucking your smart little mouth to finally shut you up-

Pretty Girl: 'Come on, Jay. Don't disappoint me.'

Oh, he won't.

(Another thing Jason won't admit - he came back to the Tower just for you.)

...

DC Titans Masterlist

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[weebsinstash]

I know the show isn't out yet but Stayed Gone is stuck in my head and I'm chugging my yandere Vox juice so hard right now. I think he has the capacity to be absolutely insufferable

---for starters THE SPYING POTENTIAL WITH THIS MAN. You're telling me he can directly plug himself in to the city power grid and see through all televisions, potentially even phones and computers too? Could he put himself on your phone and start going through your texts? Could he even just put himself on your phone real quick while you're sleeping to check in on you? You couldn't even have privacy in your own home because of whatever screens are around he could potentially shoot himself to or watch you through. Imagine just being in your apartment completely alone and he's suddenly on your tv. Like what if you had just been sitting there topless or with your dick out or something or 👀 I mean. He could see so much, really...

---God honestly like. You know I keep mentioning the Instagram without ever attaching pics or anything because I'm on mobile and I'd have to use the hazbin Instagram archive blogs here on tumblr to go find them back like, you know Val would openly post the meanest shit, would literally post Vox's face being busted up because he woke Val up from a nap or i think it was he literally just brought him the wrong soda (which to be fair was taken from Velvet and was half empty), and then you go over to Vox's account and his pic was taping his pieces back on while being really frustrated and kinda lowkey looking like he would cry

Like Val's out here "women are stupid also men are stupid too" and talking about how he adopted a dog and killed it within like 48 hours and here's Vox celebrating his pet's birthday with cake and a party like. Why are these men together. Why. Why. Don't get me wrong I love to be the involuntary third in a toxic codependency but--

look all I'm saying is... do any of you get really really upset when you see someone being mistreated, especially more so a friend of yours?

READER JUST LOSING THEIR SHIT GETTING FERAL ANGRY SHOUTING AND SCREAMING AT VAL BECAUSE HE PULLS SOME SHIT and like that's IT for you because 1. Valentino might like actually backhand you one as well, do you think he wears rings so it hurts, 2. Vox sees you defending him and like, it's based on your own preferences really but if he wasn't already gaga this CEMENTS it and 3. especially if he watches you have to take a blow for trying to stick up for him. Like what if you cry. I have a low pain threshold, I'd be sniveling and crying at the least. Valentino storms off and Vox is helping peel you off the floor cause you curled up into a ball or some shit and he's sitting there thinking "wow they suck at this but they still did it for me 🥺"

---during his song with Alastor, it's a little confusing because they show an actual camera crew when he's turning the TVs on, but i think it's pretty clear that he can control whatever the screens show visually, thus his little zany sketches and being able to talk to himself and at one point, showed the visual of himself blocking the radio Alastor was projecting on right next door. I can just see him using this to kind of.... fuck with you, really! Or do whatever he wants? He's trying to suck up to you and he's surrounded by roses, or you're his co-host/guest host and he thinks your joke was funny and gives a little audience laughter as a treat

Or you know... you're running from him down the street, passing all these different screens and displays as they power on and show things like, him "jumping in front of you" while demanding you stop or, trying to show some kind of blackmail publicly, or just, begging you to just ACCEPT HIM and showing you all the fun things he could do with you, "cmon, I said I was sorry, stop freaking the fuck out! We can- we can do that thing you've always wanted to do, what about that?!" as he tries to project you two doing something fun, but most importantly, doing it TOGETHER. You're running from him terrified and he's showing you images of like you two smiling and happy or, it becomes scarier as he's more desperate

"Don't-don't make me do something fucked up!! I'm serious, STOP RUNNING" and he's like freaking out, showing shit of trying to hold you down, tying you up, and/or shoving you into a locked room

Sudden thoughts of "what if the more emotional and unstable he becomes, the less he can control his intrusive thoughts and shows his more impulsive darker desires". He's tweeking and the screen glitches and you briefly think you see yourself completely restrained, blindfolded, gagged--

---he's just like OBVIOUSLY so prideful but also immature and whiny ("who gives a shit about alastor?" Well you, mr hes just quietly minding his own business and I'LL start beef because i feel threatened and STILL LOSE, like awww my poor little pogchamp got publicly humiliated in an argument HE started out of nowhere, he's my little sad wet baby lmaoooo) and we already know his relationship with Val can become physically abusive, so, you pair him staying in that kind of relationship, being codependent, with this personality of his, and I can just see.... ACTUALLY FUCKING TRIGGERED LIKE LITERALLY CRYING UPSET VOX BECAUSE YOU REJECTED HIM like he's pissed he's hurt he's lonely he's heartbroken and HELL NO IS HE GONNA ACCEPT THIS

Vox would be over here proudly claiming on his TV show that NO HE REJECTED Y O U, not the other way around! He's not upset! He's totally fine! Meanwhile everyone watching can tell this man is manic and visibly hotboxing copium, "I didn't even really like you anyways!!.... no, I mean, shit, fuck, COMMERCIAL BREAK--" *cut to technical difficulties screen because the man is CRYINGGG*

-- Valentino and Reader bonding over teasing Vox and making him flustered and of course, obviously, the inverse. I still kinda like the idea of "they both think you're cute but like nothing exciting until one night they bump into you unplanned and you're all dressed up". Like Val is from the 70s or 80s so they go to a roller rink disco whatever kinda place because I'm sure the coke game there is INSANE and you're just like, swaying your hips spinning around to Let It Whip or September or something dressed in some shorts that make your ass look just right 🤌

You're sneaking back into the studio after a night out and they're both lounging somewhere and Val's like "uhhhh who is THIS coming in without saying hi to Daddy?" and you pull your sunglasses down like "SIR??? 😳" And now HE'S flustered because he didn't know that was you and Vox is feeling some new kinda way because he's used to seeing you in like, your work uniform or casual wear

Val who then makes your work uniform really slutty and you have to serve him and Vox wearing it 😩❤️

---I have this thought of like lmao imagine walking down the sidewalk with Angel and seeing Vox on TV and Angel is like "ya know he can see everything outta dese things when he's plugged in" and you're like "bullshit, he couldn't possibly process that many screens at once, it'd overload his brain, he wouldnt be able to concentrate" and you're like "here I'll prove it, hey Vox, check it out you fucking dweeb" and flash him your bare titties or you MOON HIM

scenario A would be that he INSTANTLY barks out laughing, "hey Val, that dumb slut who brings you drinks just flashed me!" And he just totally shows it on the air, maybe partially censored, maybe not at all, your phone is ringing IMMEDIATELY, of COURSE it's Val, and Vox is broadcasting your mortified embarrassed expression, "our big story tonight: drunk bimbo fucks around and finds out! More updates after this word from our sponsor!" and the man will noooootttttttt stop bullying the fuck out of you afterwards, because he's got a crush on you and you're like someone weaker than him his insecure ass can punch down on

Scenario B is that he instantly turns pink and about 5 seconds later he blue screens and the entire city experiences a blackout and when he comes back on the air he's like stammering and, glancing at, it FEELS like he keeps glancing at you, but, is he really?

------

I dunno... like I'm sure Valentino is gonna wind up being unstable in his own way but I guess there's a certain, ALLURE to Vox being a little bratty and whiny while also having these very VERY handy, actually quite scary abilities and resources 👀 like boy show me what that screen do 😫💦

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere x reader #vox x reader #yandere vox x reader #sinprompts #yandere stuff

[elmhat]

DISC WAR FINALE - TUMBLR SIMULATOR

(The posts here are ordered from least to most recent, since I figured it was a better experience to read them chronologically.)

🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow

Mwahahaha… They'll never find my evil lair where I do evil things. Evilly. That I gave them a compass to

#sorry for vagueing #everything I do is mysterious

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💿 fuckdream123 Follow

just said my final goodbyes before my inevitable death and my friend couldn't even be assed to put on a shirt??

#cw nudity

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💿 fuckdream123 Follow

boats are so fucking boring man send me some asks or something

🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow

I'm about to kill you, can you please take this seriously

💿 fuckdream123 Follow

why'd you make it so fucking far away

🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow

Sorry I didn't realize you were THIS SLOW

💿 fuckdream123 Follow

can you just give us the coords

🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow

Then it wouldn't be dramatic

💿 fuckdream123 Follow

it's not dramatic when you're having a whole ass conversation about it either

💿 fuckdream123 Follow

fuck i shouldn't have posted that. who am i gonna talk to now i'm fucking lonely i have no one

🐝 what-if-bees-had-nukes Follow

hi

💿 fuckdream123 Follow

no one at all

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🥇 dreamsno1traitor Follow

EVERYONE SHOULD BE AT THE PORTAL!

If you don't see one of your mutuals here please tag them, it's gonna ruin the moment if someone shows up late

🥚 baddestboi-withahalo Follow

@evilwarcriminal

🔥 murdered-yo-fave-pet Follow

DELETE THIS

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💿 fuckdream123 Follow

#rigging is allowed

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🐝 what-if-bees-had-nukes Follow

he has an elevator, we're doomed.

🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow

Can you get off your phone. I'm trying to monologue

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🔥 murdered-yo-fave-pet Follow

New ask game cause I'm sick of waiting, tell me what you think dream is doing rn and I'll tell you how much death I think he deserves

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🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow

I'm kinda busy rn but can someone remind me later to post my villain monologue? It's only a first draft but I had to spend all my time setting up my lair. And also blowing up that country a few weeks ago

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🐈 antthecatmaid Follow

I stg punz is being so sus. what's he even waiting for. he better be paying by the hour

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🐝 what-if-bees-had-nukes Follow

listen I think I'm gonna die dream is about to take my phone the coords are

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🔥 murdered-yo-fave-pet Follow

Fuck this I'm going through @dreamsno1traitor

🥇 dreamsno1traitor Follow

WAIT I NEED TO GO FIRST STICK TO THE SCRIPT

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💿 fuckdream123 Follow

HOOOLY SHIT BITCH BOY LOOK AT THIS BITCH BOY BITCH DROP YOUR ITEMS IN THE HOLE ✨BITCH✨

#cw nudity #again #can people please wear clothes around me thanks

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🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow

/ tw prison

/ tw loss of canon lives

/ tw near death experience

/ tw getting defeated by your archnemesis

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I won't be able to post for a while.

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🦆 stabbyduck69 Follow

ooooohhh look at me i'm skeppy! in the skeppy cage!! can't believe that fucker made this wtf is this place

🦆 stabbyduck69 Follow

okay i'm done now bad where did you go @baddestboi-withahalo i need to get out again @baddestboi-withahalo @baddestboi-withahalo @baddestboi-withahalo

💎 goodestboi-withahalo Follow

Thank you for accepting this job opportunity

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🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow

Guys get out of my inbox. Your hate anons aren't even effective if I don't have a phone in prison

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🧨 deadpresident2 Follow

Hey I'm back from the dead

💿 fuckdream123 Follow

REALLY????

🧨 deadpresident2 Follow

Sorry forgot the /j

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🥇 dreamsno1traitor Follow

Good job today guys. Yeah. Woo. I'm very happy.

#forgive me if I sound too excited

🐝 what-if-bees-had-nukes Follow

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#I need to be vague about this cause he follows me on here #but I think my best friend almost just traded my life for two pieces of plastic #it was a pretty stressful situation though #ig I can't complain too much #am I weird for thinking that's not normal for a friendship? #sorry #I'm probably being unreasonable #they were some really nice pieces of plastic #you can lmk what you think in dms if you want #just please don't send me asks about this situation #I really don't want him to see #neg #discourse

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🦆 stabbyduck69 Follow

it's great that we got dream but we need to go after @.bloodforthebloodgod next

🐷 bloodforthebloodgod Follow

what's happening what

🦆 stabbyduck69 Follow

go away i thought i blocked you

💿 fuckdream123 Follow

FUCKKJL YOU TECHNOO

🐝 what-if-bees-had-nukes Follow

technoblade is cringe

🐷 bloodforthebloodgod Follow

you literally tagged me

🦆 stabbyduck69 Follow

yeah cause i needed my followers to know where to send the death threats

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🔱 warden-of-the-vault Follow

Pandora's Vault is now open to visitors!

Just be aware that the entry process is a lengthy one with several waivers to sign. Plus there are a couple of annoying manual searches along the way. The prisoner is also highly dangerous, he will get inside your head and control your thoughts, transforming you into a servant to his every whim, destroying your very soul from within. I'd recommend not visiting at all actually. You can if you want but I wouldn't. If I were you. That's just me though.

#just me and him

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(Here's another dsmp dash simulator post I made!)

#long post #dreblr #dream smp #dsmp #dashboard simulator #lore thoughts #dsmp dashboard simulators

[rapunzelbro]

Comforting Velvette as her S/O.

So tumblr broke, this request was vanished from my profile. So to the anon who requested I’m so sorry I hope you find this The prompts were “I don’t want to be alone right now” and another I forgot. Enjoy!

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It would take forever to establish a relationship with Velvette let's be honest here.

She doesn't want anyone to see her in a vulnerable state, she doesn't want anyone thinking she is weak and needed a partner

That was until she met you, something about you was just different to her.

You were soft spoken, minded your own business but wouldn't stay quiet when someone said something that set you off.

Like to piss you off? Man you'd set whoever pissed you off, straight and they wouldn't speak, or argue with you again.

And your designs were amazing decent.
Velvette rarely had to make any changes when it came to your sketches

And your stitch work? Fucking flawless compared to the others. Who just were you?

She would try to stalk you on social media to find out you had no account, or one she could find, with a little help from Vox she did eventually find it.

It was a completely anonymous account, with a rather decent following Like probably 10k?

Impressive but not compared to Velvette

Your account was hiding your identity by a random username that had no mention of you in the slightest, and no posts that involved photos of you. Just sketches, sheet music photos, and the occasional video of someone singing, which she assumed was you.

But what amused her more than anything, was seeing multiple sketches of her on your page.

You captured her beautifully, didn't make her look bad in any sort of way, it was so simple, but yet so beautiful.

Velvette definitely sereenshotted the sketeh

She never would have thought you admired her outside the work place. Let alone be a fucking singer too? What couldn't you do?

She'd call you into her office the next day and you'd be so fucking anxious that you fucked up somehow as you knocked on the door

"Yeah yeah come in"

You'd take a deep breath calming your nerves down before you went inside, closing the door behind you as you walked to her desk, she was still looking down at her phone

"You wanted to see me Miss?"

The second she heard your voice she looked up from her phone, placing it down and grabbing a piece of paper from the inside of her desk before placing it down

Shit

“Would you care to explain this?"

Your cheeks instantly flared red in embarrassment as you realized just what it was

The sketches of her that you drew

"I..I'm so sorry I promise it won't happen again I just well I-“

"Oh quit your yapping I'm not mad you idiot"

She instantly shuts you down slight irritation on her face, while confusion struck yours as you remained silent

"I'm promoting you to head designer, don't fuck this up. Shoo get back to it"

What the fuck? No literally, what the fuck?

You left as soon as she shooed you away, you were beyond confused as to why she did what she did, but you'd never question her.

Months after the promotion you and Velvette would become closer, considering how the two of you now worked closer together since you directly reported to her now.

Velvette wasn't as harsh as she usually was to you, she listened to your suggestions and took your thoughts seriously.

Velvette would ask you to go to a fashion show with her Saying it was to get another eye on the new trends, but you and her both indirectly knew it was her asking you in a date, which you obvious said yes.

After that point you were would date in private If anyone were to question you two?
They'd be instantly fired on spot or killed. She didn't need anyone peaking into her personal life

Would introduce you to the other Vee's later on

"She is mine don't try and start no fucking deals with her, shes off the market"

If she didn't say that Valentino would have snatched your ass for himself. And man did he want to. Fucking creep

You two often watched tv together in her room in private, or you would sketch her, she absolutely loved that she was your muse. She would always have sketch books and the highest quality of materials.

You stayed with her during the exterminations that happened for your protection too, she wouldn't let you not stay with her if you were killed she'd fucking lose her mind

It's been almost a year since the two of you have been together privately, with the exception of Vox and Val

You'd be working late at the office sewing a new design when you'd get a text from her

"Y/n doll. Can come back to our room whatever you're doing can wait"

"Be there in five"

Oh and you moved in with her. Per her request of course.

You finish up what you were doing before heading back, knocking on the door to your shared room

When you don’t hear a response you grow concerned, as you open the door.

You see Velvette on the bed on your shared bed on her side. She quickly sits up hearing the door open

"Vox I told you to fuck off! Wait Y/n"

Her hard glare softens, she can tell she was crying

"Velv.. are you okay? What happened?"

You quickly made your way over to her

"I don't want to be alone right now, doll"

She simply says before you instantly hug her.
Her returning the hug as you two just sit there, her quietly sobbing as you gently run your fingers through her soft curls, humming gently to her, trying to comfort her the best you can

You two are like that before she pulls away, keeping a hand in yours as you wipe the tears that remained trying your best to not smear her makeup anymore than it already was.

After a while she finally talks about what was causing her pain.

She might not be open to a lot of people

But damn do you help her a lot.

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel #hazbin art #hazbin lucifer #velvette x reader #hazbin velvette #hazbin hotel vox x reader

[demiromanticmickey]

On today's "I am SO not normal about Dead Friend Forever": Discussing Catholicism and Colonization in this gay Thai slasher series

Some background on me: I am from a Latine Catholic family. Raised as a non-practicing Catholic (we didn't go to church or pray). Then my parents enrolled me in a Catholic school that I attended from 5th grade to the end of 7th grade. Today, I am not Catholic and have never really considered myself as such.

Ok, so in the flashback episodes of DFF, I have been noticing a lot of things. My findings under the cut.

Let's start with this crucifix and photo of the Virgin Mary and a baby Jesus.

Screenshot from ep. 5.

The camera lingers here a bit so we're obviously meant to pay attention to the phrase. I put the screenshot through Google translate's image translator and the translation it gave me was, "Think good, do good, be a good person." I didn't think much of it when I first watched the episode other than it was supposed to establish that the boys attend a Christian or Catholic school.

But then there was this image posted on Be On Cloud's Instagram (also from ep. 5): X

Zooming in, we can see there's another picture of Mary in the background. Watching the classroom scenes, it's easy to miss because the series itself is more washed out than the official photos posted. But this emphasis on Mary led me to believe the school is a Catholic one. So out of curiosity, I looked up the schools the writers and directors attended because I felt I was onto something here. And boy, was I!

Source: MDL

Ma-Deaw, if you didn't know, is one of the directors of Dead Friend Forever (he also directed Manner of Death and Inhuman Kiss , and lots of other things).

One Google search later (X) and I learned "Montfort College" is a Catholic school. It started out as a primary school that later added a secondary school as well.

Now let's take a closer look at some of the details of this school:

First, the school's motto "Labor Conquers All Things". This reminded me of the phone conversation Tee had with his uncle:

On my first watch, this sounded familiar to me but I couldn't really place why. It wasn't until I saw this other Tumblr post (X) that pointed out it's similar to a bible quote from the New Testament. The quote varies a bit depending on which version of the bible you're using but it's along the lines of, "He who does not work, neither shall he eat".

This is meant to discourage "laziness". Nevermind the fact that people deserve to eat simply because we get hungry and need food to survive. The idea that we only "deserve" things based on productivity is an extremely colonial one. — Reminder also that Tee is being forced into this "work" in the first place. He's just a high school kid. I don't need to like his character to understand how fucked up his situation is.

Then there's the patron of the school. St. Louis de Montfort was a French Catholic priest most known for his study in Mariology. What is Mariology (X)? The study of Mary, the mother of Jesus. I didn't know that was a thing but it's unsurprising considering how prominent images of Mary were in my own religious upbringing. And she's what started me down this rabbit hole in the first place. Mary is a big deal to the Catholics. I'm going to be paying even more attention now if more Mary imagery pops up.

The Garden of Eden and Original Sin

Now I want to draw attention to these images:

Screenshots from ep. 7

Here we have Non and Phee biting into an apple as they leisure around this lush green field. We know they've visited this location more than once because they're wearing different outfits in the screenshots. And I think it's important to note that it's Phee holding the apple and offering it to Non.

The use of the word "bait" in the bts of ep. 7 is quite interesting too. (X)

The Garden of Eden was the paradise in which Adam and Eve resided. In this garden, there were many trees to eat from. The one tree Adam and Eve were forbidden by God to eat from was the Tree of Knowledge. A serpent (Satan), first tempted Eve into taking from the tree to eat it's fruit. And then Eve gave the fruit to Adam. That is Original Sin. And because Adam and Eve ate from the Tree of Knowledge, all humans thereafter are born sinful and bad, and can only find salvation through God.

Of course in the scene between Phee and Non, the sin the apple represents is being gay. And it's after this, and after the bracelet scene, that Non becomes involved with Por's film and his tragedy begins.

Zoomed in screenshot from ep. 5

And I wonder if the bracelet scene is the last time Phee and Non visit this forest location. It would parallel how Adam and Eve were cast out of the Garden of Eden once they sinned.

Final Thoughts

You give me a story that criticizes Western religion and how it's used as a tool for oppression and colonization, and I'm gonna eat that shit up. I am gonna eat it up. Every. Single. Time.

I really wasn't expecting anything like this from Dead Friend Forever. This level in attention to detail is unmatched. I don't think I've watched a more well planned out show. And no matter where DFF goes from here, these seven episodes will always hold a special place in my heart. 💗

#dead friend forever #dff the series #pheenon #barcode tinnasit #ta nannakun #dff meta #dff spoilers #tabarcode #dff* #* #i just love it here #this is my comfort show idc

[lowkeyremi]

Haikyuu men as fathers :D

Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4

FT. Hinata, Bokuto, Suna, and Kenma. (If you guys want other characters lmk, i'm just not in the mood to do a bunch rn)

SO I JUST READ LIKE THE CUTEST HAIKYUU FATHERHOOD ONE SHOT AND NOW I WANNA DO HAIKYUU CHARACTERS AS DADS, HEAD CANONS (More of the earlier stages of fatherhood, when they first experience it)

This is the first thing I've written on tumblr pls spare me...

Warnings: Indication of relationships and marriage and some angst (mentions of abortion) for a few characters (just put that there just in case) Enjoy lovelies <33

Also sorry for any typos or grammar errors. I'm too lazy to reread through it and check lol.

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Hinata Shoyo:

He was quite surprised at the announcement of your pregnancy that he passed out

He was soooo excited none the less, being a father sounded pretty fun

He definitely started reading books to try to help him figure things out

He was a terrible diaper changer (like no fucking joke, I think he'd be scared to change another one), he'd seen you do it so many times but for some reason he could never avoid getting peed on

Would brag to everyone about how cute his little baby is, "My baby just got their first tooth, and they're learning how to crawl! They've also got the cutest little chubby cheeks."

If the baby looks like you he would literally talk about it all the time. "Beautiful, just like your mama."

He's had experience with babies because well... Natsu <3

He got the baby a matching jersey so you two could watch his games :)

Bokuto Kotaro:

After finding out you were pregnant he would tell EVERYBODY The two of you were walking together to get ramen and you guys walked into the restaurant and got seats. The waiter came to you two and asked what'd you like to drink. "Hey, guess what? My wife is pregnant! Isn't that amazing?! We're gonna have a baby!" You had to hide your face from embarrassment but the waiter just giggled, Bokuto is def a himbo, your himbo.

He enjoyed decorating the room for your baby

He would dead ass miss practice to go to your appointments for the baby

The first time he held your little bundle of joy he cried like a damn baby, he couldn't help it. It made him so happy that the two of you brought a life into the world.

He didn't let Kenma hold your child for awhile because he was scared he'd drop the baby :')

Very protective of your little one

He wanted the baby's first word to be "Volleyball" but it was "da da" which still made him very happy

Bo is very proud of the baby you two have created so I'm 100% sure he takes a bunch of himself with the baby to post on his social media

He was scared to change diapers but he soon got the hang of it

100% would get up in the middle of the night when the baby is crying, just to let you sleep. "The baby." You sigh loudly as you hear your little one cry over the baby monitor. "I'll go check on them. You get some rest." You turn your head to face him, "You sure?" He just smiled at you and kissed your temple. "100%"

Suna Rintaro: (ofwhuowghwoqrwq do i need to say anything else?)

He thought you were joking when you said you were pregnant (oops) "That's a good one." He turned his attention back to his phone. "Rin... I'm serious. Do you wanna see the ultrasound?"

A little more on the hesitant side. He didn't want to believe it, but you had the proof so like...

He was low key scared to fuck up, his father was not a very good father so he was scared to be the same way his father was.

He didn't even hold the baby for the first few months. "Rin, come on. You aren't your father. You have me to guide you through the process. Come hold our little one." He stalked up the stairs, "no."

After awhile you finally convinced him to have physical contact with the baby "The baby.. i-is smiling at me?" You giggle at him, "of course they're smiling at you. They love their daddy of course."

After he finally started being around the baby, you literally could not tear him away from that child.

Some days he'd take the baby to practice, to the grocery store, everywhere.

You had to pry the child from his arms most days. "Rin, give the baby here.." He looked at you like you just told him to give away his prized possession. "Hell no." You sighed. "Rin you have to go to work!" He shrugged his shoulders, "the baby can come with me, Komori enjoys taking pics of them during practice." Jeez.. this man truly is something.

Overall he was scared for nothing. He was a great father ;)

Somehow he convinced you to have another one... (weren't you the same one who didn't hold your baby for months?) he wanted to make up for the few firsts that he missed

Kozume Kenma: (oh Lord)

He asked "Are you sure it's mine?" (yeah... virtual slap rn)

He told you he wasn't ready and asked if you'd consider an abortion or adoption, it made you really sad but you realized Kenma wasn't ready

It really hurt him to hear you cry about giving up your child which made him wanna try for you

Did not know how to hold the baby for the life of him "Umm.. am I like- holding it right..?" You burst into laughter at the sight. "Ken, you gotta support their head." He looked down at his baby. "Oh..."

He decided that he needed to do research before he ventured further down the path of fatherhood.

Kenma was confused with diapers. "You... you want me to change its diaper?" You scoffed at him handing him a fresh diaper. "Our baby is not an 'it' Kenma!" He groaned as he took the diaper from you. "Why can't you change it?" You rolled your eyes as if it was obvious. "Because I won't always be there to do it myself, duh."

You were out with a friend one day which meant Kenma was on babysitting duty, he was tempted to call Kuro to come watch his child but he'd say something like, "Kenma, it's your responsibility as a father, blah blah blah.." So he and the baby just kind of sat there staring at each other. "What do you wanna do?" He asked the baby, knowing they can't talk. The baby proceeded to poke Kenma's cheek and yell out, "DA DA DA DA." Kenma thought it was cute and laughed softly. "Yep, that's me." The baby repeated saying 'da' for awhile until they tired themselves out. "You're a lot like me." That day it clicked, he finally understood what it was to be a father

He wasn't very affectionate but he tried to show his baby that he cared the best way he knew how

You saw the changes and it made you happy

You caught him cuddling the baby once, when you accused him of being affectionate he rolled his eyes half awake and said, "M'not being affectionate! Go awayyyy."

Doesn't want to admit to being soft for his baby :)

That's a wrap! If you want more characters lmk! I'd be happy to do a part two, this was fun for me :)

#hinata shoyuo #hinata shoyo #msby hinata #msby bokuto #bokuto kotaro #bokuto #suna rinatro #sunarin #suna rintaro headcanons #bokuto hcs #kenma headcanons #kenma hcs #kenma kozume #kenma #haikyuu characters as dads #because i said so #hear me out #they'd make interesting dads #why was kenma's kinda accurate #babies #pregnancy #anime #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #msby black jackal #volleyball #love these mfs #i literally don't know what i'm doing #first thing i've written on tumblr pls spare me

[jessybarnes]

Insatiable

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader 

Rating: 18+ Only

Tags: SMUT, fluff, slight angst...like you'll have to squint to see it, oral fixation, oral sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, scratching, spanking, slight dom Chris, unprotected sex, face riding, language, nipple play, choking, hair pulling, and I believe that's it. 

Word Count: 2,136

Beta: T. Thompson 

Title Card: Yours Truly 

Written for: One of my besties. She saw a TikTok of Chris wiping his beard with his hand and her reaction was "Imagine him doing that after going down on you." And thus led to me writing this filthy one shot. Enjoy my fellow sinners. ;)

A/N: I did have a title card on this, but it's too explicit for tumblr's guidelines. If you would still like to see it let me know and I'll send it to you a different way. My apologies that I can't post it here.

"Thank god this day's almost over," you mumbled to yourself, kicking the door shut behind you.

It had definitely been one hell of a day. You slept through your alarm, traffic made you even later to work, you spilled your morning coffee all over your new jacket, and to top it all off you dropped your phone into a puddle. Yeah, today could fuck right the hell off. 

You tossed your car keys into the bowl on the table by the door and kicked your heels off. All you wanted to do was take a long hot bath and cuddle with your boyfriend.

It felt too good to be true whenever you remembered you were in a romantic relationship with a famous actor, but here you were, living the dream.

Chris Evans bumped into you on the sidewalk, catching you before you hit the ground, nearly two years ago. It was like one of those sappy rom coms. Guy runs into the girl, the guy catches the girl as she literally falls for him, the girl gives him her number, and they live happily ever after.

You still couldn't believe Chris fucking Evans was interested in you, but you thanked fate that he continued to be the one you woke up to every morning. 

"Honey? Is that you?"

His smooth Boston accent echoed through the house bringing you back to reality.

"Yeah, baby, it's me."

You draped your jacket over the back of the couch and headed up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

"Come here. I wanna show you so-." Chris stopped mid-sentence, a letter opener hanging loosely from his lips.

You stood in the doorway and raised an eyebrow quizzically. "What? Is there something on my face?"

He blinked slowly, dragging his eyes from your curled hair to your red button-up blouse, the form-fitting pencil skirt hugging your hips, and finally down to your bare feet.

"Fuck, I swear I'm the luckiest man in the goddamn universe."

He climbed off the bed and stalked toward you, a primal hunger in his stormy blue eyes. You didn't have a chance to respond, he was on you in seconds.

Chris slammed his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss, one of his large hands making its way up the back of your neck and into your hair.

"Baby," your hands rested against his chest, "what's gotten into you?"

He smirked against your lips. "Nothin', sweetheart. However, there's gonna be something in you here in a minute." He gave you a sinful wink.

"Christopher!" You shook your head and swatted his shoulder playfully.

He chuckled, trailing kisses along your neck while attempting to unbutton your shirt. "Can't blame me when you look like this…so fuckin' pretty, baby. Just wanna taste you."

Chris growled impatiently, "goddamn buttons…fuck it!" He ripped the thin fabric easily, scattering them in all different directions.

"Ah! Hey! That was my favorite shirt, ya know." You tried to sound angry, but the way he continued to kiss and lick at your pulse point made your voice breathy.

"I'll buy you another one. Shit, I'll buy you two hundred if you'll let me fuck your sweet pussy with my mouth." 

You let out a sinful moan, hands fisting in his short blonde hair as he kissed down your chest. "Oh, god…yes, fuck yes, please whatever you wanna do to me…'m yours."

Chris unzipped your skirt with his teeth, and you felt yourself getting wetter by the second. He pulled it down your legs and helped you step out of it, leaving you in just your white lace bra and panty set. It was one of his favorites and you didn't miss the low groan he made.

His eyes drank you in, a needy whimper falling from your lips. "Please touch me…"

Chris wet his lips, sliding his calloused hands up your thighs to your ass. "Oh, princess, I'm gonna do way more than touch you."

He pushed your legs apart, licking and sucking love bites into your inner thighs.

"Fuck, oh my god, baby please… please I-I need more… Chris, I need more!"

He gave a warning slap to your ass, his mouth continuing its assault just shy of where you wanted him the most. "I'll decide what you need, Y/N." 

Your hand gripped the door frame and you bit your lip as he pushed your panties to the side.

"Jesus, sugar…fuckin' soaking wet. Can't wait to have you come apart over and over again just from my mouth. Wanna hear you make those pretty sounds. Love the way you scream my name, baby."

You swore his words alone could make you come. It was no secret that Chris loved going down on you, and he was damn good at it too.

"Please…"

He finally gave in, hooked your right leg over his shoulder, and held you still as he delved his tongue between your folds.

"Oh-my-fu-! Chris!"

He moaned, his tongue moving back and forth between your clit to your hole expertly. You tried to roll your hips but his grip on you held you right where he wanted you. Chris dipped his tongue inside you, your legs beginning to shake as he devoured you.

"Oh, fuck….fuck-fuck-fuck! Chris! Feels so good! So fuckin' good…please don't stop!"

He slapped your ass again, moving back to wrap his lips around your clit.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit I'm gonna cum...gonna-cum-oh-my-god!"

Chris locked eyes with you, his tongue flicking your sensitive bud, and the moment he took it between his teeth you lost it. The coil of arousal inside you snapped like a rubber band. He groaned, taking everything you gave him until it got to be too much and you pushed him away.

"Mmm, can never get enough of you, honey. Taste so fuckin delicious." 

Chris stood up and carried you to the bed, laying you down gently on the duvet. "Gonna need you to do that again for me, Y/N. M'still not satisfied."

You looked up at him with wide eyes, "Baby, I… I don't think I can do that again. M'too sensitive."

He got down on his knees and hooked his arms under your thighs pulling you to the edge of the bed. "Oh, I bet you can, doll. Bet you can give me at least three more."

"Three?! Chris, I don't think th-holyfuckingshit!"

He brought his head back between your legs and shoved his tongue inside of you while his hands pinned your hips to the bed.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! OH, FUCK! Chris! Chris, baby, please… please I- oh-my-god yes, right there!"

The combination of his thumb on your clit, his tongue reaching places inside you that you didn't know existed, and his beard hair rubbing against your skin made your vision go white. Your back arched off the bed, the sheets tangling between your fingers as you felt your release gush onto the bed. 

Chris stood and lay next to you, pulling you on top of him as he watched you gasp for breath. "That was the hottest fuckin' thing I've ever seen you do, Y/N. Fuck, I almost came in my pants like a teenage boy."

He lifted his hips, his jean-covered cock brushing your clit making you shiver. "Feel that? Feel how fuckin' hard my cock is, princess? Just wanna fuck you into this mattress and fill you full of my cum."

"Please," you whimpered, "do it, baby. Want you to fuck me so bad."

He kissed you sweetly, the taste of you still on his lips. "Oh, I plan to, sweetheart. I'm gonna fuck you on every piece of furniture in this house, but first," he tapped your left leg, "I want you to sit on my face."

Your moan put every porn star to shame, as you positioned yourself over his head. "Chris, are you sure about this? I mean, how're you gonna breathe?"

He chuckled, "listen, sugar, if I die from having the best thing I've ever tasted smothering my face then oh well. I'll die happy."

Chris didn't waste another second, any rational argument you had disappeared as he pulled you down against his open mouth.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ! Baby, it's too much! Fuck, I can't...I, oh, shit… shit, fuck, oh, GOD!" 

Chris lifted you off him, giving you a brief moment to breathe. "Princess, now that I know you can squirt, I'm hooked. So, you're gonna be a good girl and do it again. Understand?"

You let out a strangled cry as he resumed his assault on your soaked pussy.

"Ch-Chris! Baby, I-..."

Your hands fisted in your hair as your legs shook violently, his hands gripping your ass like a lifeline. The hot spark of arousal coursed through you, straight to your core like a lightning bolt. Chris dipped his tongue into your soaked hole, spreading your wetness to your clit before doing it all over again.

"Oh, baby, just like that...fuck please… please, don't stop! Shit, right there! Oh, fuck right there, oh-my-god- I'm- Chris I'm cumming…Oh my g-CHRIS!"

If he wasn't holding you up you would have collapsed. The force of your third orgasm coated Chris’s face with your release. 

Once you were able to gather your bearings again, Chris had already stripped the rest of his clothes off and was kissing you like he needed you to survive. He cradled you in his arms and hovered over you, smiling at your blissed-out state.

"You alright there, honey?"

You nodded, licking your lips and staring up at the smug look on his face.

"Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I just made you squirt twice with my mouth alone. Pretty impressive, right?"

You giggled and booped his nose. "Very impressive, indeed. Sometimes I think they really did give you that super soldier serum."

He laughed and kissed your lips. "Mmm, I dunno...maybe they did. I think," he pressed his thick cock against your entrance, "we should find out."

You bit your lip. "Show me what you got, Cap." 

Chris buried himself inside you in one smooth motion, both of you moaning loudly. "Christ, sugar, you hear how fuckin' wet you are? Can feel you squeezin' me…fuck. I know you got one more baby. Gimme one more. Wanna feel you soak my cock."

Your eyes rolled back in your head when he pulled out and slammed back in, the feeling of your velvet walls spurring him on. Chris set a brutal pace, fucking you hard and deep, and when the blunt head of his cock hit your spot you screamed.

"Chris! Chris, oh my god! Fuckkk! Harder baby! Don't stop!"

His big hands pulled the white lace of your bra down exposing your tits. He wrapped his lips around one nipple, his fingers rolling the other one deliciously.

"Fuckin' perfect, Y/N…so fuckin' beautiful. Seein' you writhe under me, knowin' I make you feel this good, god baby you're a dream. I know you're close, love. The way your pussy's gripping me like a vice, mmm it's so fuckin' good. C'mon, baby. Come for me, come all over my cock, Y/N." 

His thrusts were relentless, and the moment his right hand wrapped around your throat you dug your nails into his back.

"That's it, fuck, yeah, that's it. Shit, baby, I'm gonna cum...gonna fill you up, sweetheart. Let go, pretty girl. Fuck! Gonna cu-AH!"

Chris came hard, thick ropes of cum coating your walls, just as you felt yourself come all over him, yourself, and the bedsheets. You couldn't move if you tried, your limbs felt like jelly and your breaths came in pants.

Chris trailed a string of open-mouthed kisses from your chest, along your neck, and finally planted a chaste one on your lips. "Baby, you're incredible. Fuck, that was amazing…"

He slowly pulled out of you and grabbed his t-shirt from the floor. "I'll be gentle, honey."

He was mindful of how sensitive you were as he slowly cleaned you up. Once he was finished, he scooped you up and carried you to the living room. He sat down on the couch and held you close to his chest, stroking your hair.

"Mmm, love you, Chris."

He tilted your head back and kissed you sweetly. "I love you too, honey."

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck and sighed happily. "M'gonna sleep right here, kay?"

He laughed and ran his fingertips down your back lightly. "Alright, baby. I'm waking you up in an hour though."

"Why?" You groaned.

Chris rested his hand on your ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Well, I figured we'd start on the couch, then move to the dining room table, and end the night with you on the kitchen counter."

You rolled your eyes, pulling back to give him an incredulous look.

You're insatiable.

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[singsweetmelodies]

Piarles Winter Fic Exchange 2023/24 - The Final Round-Up

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After three months of build-up and two weeks of spectacular fic reveals, the Piarles Winter Fic Exchange 2023/24 has finally drawn to its close 💙 Today, it is my honour and pleasure to share with you the results of all of our efforts: an astounding 478 616 words written over the course of twenty-eight brand-new Piarles fics. 🎉

We want to start by saying a MASSIVE thank you to all our incredible creators. You are all so wonderful and so so talented - it has been a delight and a privilege to spend the last few months with you. To laugh with you and to create with you and to share the Piarles joy with you. You are all phenomenal, and we feel so lucky that you chose to spend this time with us. ❤️

I also want to take this opportunity to say a personal thank you to my amazing mod team: @boxboxbrioche, @welightitup, @duquesademiel, @wolfiemcwolferson and @river-ocean. Moderating this exchange with you has been a slightly crazy rollercoaster ride, but I couldn't have asked for better people by my side throughout it. Thank you all, for everything!!

Below the cut we have the final round-up of all our 2023/24 Piarles Winter Fic Exchange gift fics. You are in for a real treat - enjoy!!! And don't forget to show the authors some love in the form of kudos, comments, bookmarks and tumblr reblogs 💘

Thank you all so much again.

Love and kisses,

Katie, Briony, Tia, Sol, Logan & River ❤️💙

you and me were raised in the same part of town by @wolfiemcwolferson | rated M | 11.6k words | tumblr post here

A story of two best friends told through the years in the setting of Charles' childhood treehouse.

damage, destruction by @pinkierre | rated T | 6.7k words | tumblr post here

Pierre Gasly doesn’t win the 2016 GP2 title, and thus he stays in the category for another year with Prema. He’s joined for the 2017 F2 season by his long time best friend and fresh GP3 champion Charles Leclerc. What starts as a dream come true, quickly turns into a nightmare. Fast forward 8 years later and they’re teammates again. At Ferrari F1 team. However this time, they hate each other. How will they cope?

Chasing What’s on the Other Side by @espithewarlock | rated E | 15.8k words | tumblr post here

A Mafia AU where Pierre is immediately obsessed with Charles, the newly-introduced romantic partner of his biggest rival, Carlos. He begins dangerously pursuing Charles, they fall into bed together, and his obsession only gets more real the more he learns about Charles’ history. Meanwhile, Pierre is also trying to keep his business running and figure out exactly what his rivals are plotting. There’s something simmering, and he does not like having a target on his back.

model behaviour by @your-littlesecret | rated T | 8k words

Charles isn't sure what he should be doing here - he is not proud to admit he completely zoned out as Camille was explaining - but the gorgeous guy is just standing there and Charles says fuck it and walks to him, extending a hand. "Hi" "Hello. I am Pierre." His smile is almost blinding and Charles feels like he's never seen someone as beautiful in his whole life - which is very fitting, considering he is a model.

change my mind by @chaesonghwas | rated M | 31.8k words | tumblr post here

When Lance drags him to a Drama Club meeting, Pierre doesn't expect to stay for long, but he meets Charles, brother to one of his fraternity's new pledges, and he decide to give it a chance. After all, Charles seems interested in him too - what could go wrong?

Stop the World I Wanna Get Off With You by @crimsonicarus | rated T | 2k words

It was easy with Charles, talking, spending time, being silent. It felt natural, like breathing. Laughing at his awful jokes came from his mouth effortlessly, like another mother tongue.

five january seconds by @fenesacha | rated E | 8.9k words

Charles' phone is on the counter between them, and Pierre reaches out to tap the screen, waking the device up. He spares one second to look at Charles’ new background, a photo of the two of them in their Christmas jumpers, before he glances at the date. There, not changing no matter how many times he blinks: Tuesday, 2 January. What the fuck.

falling Inn love (five years later) by @gaslybottoms | rated T | 17.5k words 

“American style holiday inn,” Lando reads from the description, squinting at the small font on the screen. “Family owned and run for the last three generations, the All Pine Inn is located deep in the heart of the South Downs, with picturesque views over the rolling hills of the local area. A step back from city life, the local village is a peaceful respite away from the busy day to day. See Charles, it seems perfect." OR Charles takes a trip to the country for the Christmas holidays, and rekindles an old almost romance along the way.

All The Pebbles Along The Way by @shankyspork | rated M | 17k words

Centering around friendship and grief, this fic takes the slow road through life and its meaningful moments, hoping to bring you to the conclusion that belonging is something innate.

all I ever wanted by @golden-fairylights | Not Rated | 8.4k words

When Charles received the email that Prince Pierre would attend his vernissage, he didn't know that by the end of the night, he would have found his soulmate.

Anything you can do, I can do better by @whatdidwejustdo | rated T | 2k words

In which Pierre and Charles are insufferably competitive mechanics for rival F1 teams (Red Bull vs Ferrari) and their friends (Carlos, Alex, and Yuki) suffer. Endless snark, friendship, and references to decades of F1 lore. Or:  "Well.” Pierre’s eyes were sharp and blue. "Have you ever re-assembled Max Verstappen's car in twenty minutes when it was supposed to take forty, and watched him put together a hot lap in the dying seconds of Q2 to make it into Q3 and take pole?" 

let's be what we are by @hourcat | rated E | 46.1k words | tumblr post here

Some weekends go better than others, and the only time Charles sees his best friend is at the post-race afterparties that the bigger teams throw. They’ll clink bottles of gross tasting beer and chat with one of the other drivers relegated off to the side this season, and it feels like they’re the karting kids again. Some weekends, though, Pierre is draped along Charles’ back, all but welded together after an early spin-out ended his day, and Pierre will give him what he needs—what they need. (or: pierre, charles, and the consequences of a lifetime of touch.)

Can I just be in my head with you? by @chipsandnuggets | rated T | 7k words

"Pierrot,” he mumbles without thinking, while he separates for a moment from Pierre, but still keeps some closeness. “Can I have you? At least in my head? Can I have you like this, every time I want, in my head?”  5 times Pierre and Charles desire something plus one they finally do something about it.

Le Cheval Cabré by @moonlight0starlighte | rated G | 24.3k words

Charles, a tortured Michelin star chef, returns home for his father’s passing and discovers the family restaurant has been left to him. Though his grief feels stifling at times, Pierre, his oldest friend, is the light that guides him through it all.

Job 37:6 by @mysticalbreadcollective | rated E | 8.3k words 

Maybe he can pass it off as a drunken hookup. A one-time thing. They can both forget it ever happened and move on. Pierre doesn’t need to remember Charles whining and panting beneath him. He can bury it down with the piece of his heart that Charles owns always.

take my hand (put yours over my heart) by @duquesademiel | rated T | 37.7k words | tumblr post here

Pierre Gasly has been declared Public Enemy Number One after breaking Charles’ best friend’s heart. Which, honestly, makes working in their charity work together just a little bit too awkward. A Christmas box, a lot of charity work, football matches and flower crowns might change Pierre’s status in Charles’ books - with a little dash of fake dating, of course.

hearts in the byline by @ilspredestinato | rated M | 25.6k words | tumblr post here

“You know,” Frédéric’s hands are crossed in front of him, fingertips tightening after every pause, “there is only one thing that brings stability to a Kingdom without it being a marriage.” Charles draws in a sharp breath—he knows, nodding almost imperceptibly once Frédéric falls into a hesitant silence. A courtship.

The Defenders by @justahappycloud | rated G | 30k words | tumblr post here

You showed me colours I can't see with anyone else by @radiocheck | rated E | 9.5k words | tumblr post here

Metropolis, a city for all kinds of people: good people, bad people, and people with special abilities. Pierre, alias Blue Arrow, considers himself a special person. With the ability to fly like a bird and bend the toughest of materials at his will, he has decided to use these gifts to protect the city he loves. But what happens when a new threat arises that could destroy everything he'd ever loved? To prevent this, Pierre joins a group of other three heroes and an unlikely ally so that they can maybe, hopefully, save Metropolis from the claws of this new powerful villain.

“I really thought you didn’t like me, you know,” Pierre muses. “You were always so… defensive.” Charles smiles thoughtfully. There are small dimples in his cheeks and his hair falls softly over his forehead as he glances down at the table before replying. “It was never that. I think I was afraid I would like you too much, if I let myself.” In which Pierre falls for his roommate's best friend, Lando is never where he's supposed to be, and Charles is a dream in technicolour.

show me who made you walk all the way here by @yukierres | rated M | 36.5k words | tumblr post here

Pierre is being blackmailed by a former lover into coming out, but risks losing his seat at Ferrari if he does. Charles is a prince who is forbidden from coming out until he has a long-term partner. The solution seems so obvious. Pretending shouldn't be that hard, right? Right?

still waking every morning (but it's not with you) by @river-ocean | rated T | 6.5k words

Charles loves being an actor. It’s what he has always felt was born to do. But he hates that it means that he has to spend so many days of the year away from the people he loves the most. He hates that even though he technically lives with his boyfriend, he is still in a de facto long-distance relationship most of the time.

anything, everything by @leclercenjoyer | rated E | 5.8k words | tumblr post here 

Pierre and Charles go on a ski trip together, and things don't exactly go as planned. (Or do they?)

They Will Never Know by @effervescentdragon | rated M | 35.3k words | tumblr post here

Most stories are about blood. This story is not an exception. Charles disappeared. As for Pierre, well. Pierre had a very big secret.

Point Non Plus by @boxboxbrioche | rated E | 22.7k words | tumblr post here

brought to Point Non Plus idiom, commonly used in the Regency era 1. to be brought to a situation with no other options. 2. to baffle or confuse someone to the point that they have nothing to say. or: with his reputation in ruins and his options limited, Charles receives an offer from Lord Pierre Gasly that he simply cannot refuse.

like a heart made of dynamite by @vicsy | rated E | 31k words

Maybe all these years they were coming towards each other like a car crash in slow motion. Charles just had to wait for the brakes to fail.

and i long for you to appear by @singsweetmelodies / 17.5k | rated T | tumblr post here

When now-famous actor Pierre Gasly gets himself into a bit of PR trouble, it's up to his childhood best friend to step in and save the day. Thankfully, Charles is an expert public relations manager... the only question is if he'll be able to stop his feelings getting in the way when he finally sees Pierre again after all these years.

hold me in this wild, wild world by @fenesacha & @gaslybottoms | rated T | 2k words

Cross-country skiing isn't Pierre's forte. While he managed to stay upright during their earlier outing, it's done little to shake off his aversion to the sport that Charles seems to love so much - or, rather, his aversion to winter as a whole.

#piarles winter fic exchange 2023/24 #piarles winter fic exchange #pwfe 2023/24 #piarles fic #10 x 16 #❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you SO much for another amazing winter fic exchange!!!! #see you all next year? 👀❤️

[gemapples]

see you in 2024 💗💗

very personal ramble about my year and experiences, etc. under the cut. kind of neg just a warning but if anyone would be willing to read it the whole way through i'd appreciate it so so much

2023 was certainly... a year for me. had many highs but a Ton of lows, went forward one step but took two steps back. i'd be lying if i said i didnt struggle and know what to do for a lot of it

i did get to meet and even become friends with people i look up to, got to learn new things i didn't know before. and one of the problems i noticed throughout this year is i spent way more time than i needed to focusing on my usefulness for others and what i can do for people rather than prioritizing myself and my mental health. i think a lot of problems i experienced in 2023 was due to me getting too caught up in how i'm perceived by others (especially on social media like tumblr). for 2024 i want to work on this and be sure to put myself first in every situation and be the best person i see myself as -- not overdo it for the sake of others. i'm going to try being more straightforward with myself and how i choose to approach people. i want to be more involved in this fandom and get to know more people who love kirby better rather than just hiding away and watching from the side like i have for many years, waiting for them to approach me first at some point. i made a lot of progress on this a lot in 2023 but i could always be better :')

regardless though, i wouldn't have been nearly as ready to get back on track if it weren't for the support you all have given me throughout this year. august and september were two of the worst months i've ever experienced; i won't get into it (if you know you know), but goddd was it harder than i can even describe. i've never had to go through something that resulted in me questioning my Entire artistic ability, my whole worth, and whether everything i've grown and learned from is just completely fake. i couldn't look at my work and all of my social medias without being completely disgusted and disappointed with myself. i'm in art student too, so you can imagine how fucking hard it was to balance and muscle through that as well lol. it was nothing but hell. if i didn't get the support i did from everyone, i can say with full confidence i wouldn't have been able to pick up my pencil phone and get back to drawing Nearly as quickly as i did. in fact, i probably would still be deeply effected by it and not have the motivation to continue posting for at least a long while. so i seriously can't thank you enough for that. all the words i was told still stick with me to this day and gave me a reason to keep pushing and learn to better understand myself

im tearing up as i write this so i'll have to cut it short LOL but i want to express how deeply it means to me that through all the conflict i've experienced throughout this year, you guys were there for me and were so generous to offer your time to support me and help me out. knowing i make at least one person smile and enjoy what i post is enough for me. hopefully 2024 will be easier on the emotional rollercoasters, i think all of us could use a long break from chaos really lol

thanks for everything and i love you

-mac

#i dont like being this vulnerable on main but yeah #thank you and happy 2024

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

So overall I don't like the OFMD Reddit. I've tried to create a post about why narratively I felt S2 didn't work ignoring the Izzy stuff, one only about the Izzy stuff(since there are very few Izzy-focused fans on there), then another talking about Olu/Jim/(Archie/Zheng) talking about why I was disappointed in it. If it's a negative post, moderators won't approve the post to go live. Which I don't love. But okay, if you want a positive echo chamber to offset Tumblr and Twitter about this season, sure.

I still check it out of curiosity when I stumble across this GEM.

We've had quite a bit of time to debate this. Almost two years, and this was posted 11/15/23. Yes, the OP was very kind (I agree that Ed thought that Stede was cool cause he beat Izzy, and was a new pirate on the scene. Then once he realizes how dumb the crew is the plan springs up into place), and I'm not hating on them specifically. Just that some social media places are just still at this point.

I blame a large section of the fanbase for not EVER reading any Izzy POV meta. Who are now scrambling to go back to rewatch S1 knowing what we know about Izzy now.

If you want to see all the responses, ranging from those I agree with to those that are just wild, let me know, I might put the link in the comments my favorites range from. 'Blackbeard wanted to but Ed didn't' to the usual Izzy is a superhuman being. To 'ALL THIS WAS JUST TO KEEP IZZY ON THE SHIP'?

Do they not see how INTERESTING the dynamic between Ed and Izzy is? That their relationship is giving and pulling at just the right times? Izzy trying to maintain their shield and Ed desperately trying to find a life where he doesn't hate himself? Both of them DON'T REALLY WANT THIS-Ed being openly suicidal to Izzy keeping his head down and working- living day by day- each NOT talking about their issues.

That hiding behind the Blackbeard name is the only way they'll survive? That killing Stede Bonnet could genuinely give Ed the out he craves. Izzy could then Captain a ship full of a crew that (theoretically) already fears and respects him?

[Not that Izzy would be good at it, or even want to be away from Ed, but you get my point. This was a *change in their lives* that is VERY tempting to two men who have been in survival mode for YEARS-

Also, it's very obvious Jenkins didn't plan Izzy's character out, so Izzy wanting to captain to me can just be written off as Jenkins not knowing the character yet, since he NEVER PAYS THE SCENE -WHERE IZZY IS FLATTERED AT POTENTIALLY BEING GIVEN TITLE CAPTIN-OFF (cough cough Izzy could have been the captain/first mate S2ep8)...moving on]

If Lucius didn't stumble in, Ed would have killed Stede here. He was aiming for a fatal spot in his neck and actively swinging down, I couldn't find a gif and had to take a photo on my phone, but you get my point.

Ed then realizes that not only was he willing to kill a guy who, overall, had been very kind to him, but then gets the Kraken as a reminder that he HAS killed. That he's spent his entire life killing to put himself into a better spot. Slowly rising up the ranks, and it's never been enough to keep him happy. Be it his dad, or fuck, even killing this rich dude and stealing his identity.

~BUT NO~

Izzy is SO EVIL guys, Ed doesn't want to kill Stede! He just has to pretend to be violent in front of Izzy so Izzy doesn't mutiny or leave him!! Doesn't that TOTALLY make sense? Ed's struggling since he never wanted to kill Stede, and he's struggling with the 'order' Izzy gave him!!

[Ignoring how Ed wanted to help him retire in the first place, how Izzy nudges Ed to follow the fisherman thing, and how Ed wanted Izzy to *stay* in the first place.]

The reddit is FILLED with takes like this, btw. Sorry if it seems like straw-manning, but I can find the posts if you need them.

#ofmd #izzy hands #stede bonnet #edward teach #ofmd critical #Maybe? #ofmd meta #ofmd analysis #our flag means death

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 12 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: *taps mic* Is...is this thing on? Am I back on Tumblr? Lol I was totally going to post this last night but I couldn't log in on any of my devices lol

I need you to be proud of me when you read this because it took all my power to not go full "I'm in Control" and leave this chapter with ALL the angst! Lol Make no mistake...*evil laughs* There is angst but I didn't end it with a cliffhanger that would have y'all upset with me until I wrote the next chapter lol Enjoy <3

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie and Plus Size sub reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Light smut with all the angst, Y/N is referred to a lot as a whore/slut, mentions of aftermath from the last chapter (blood, cuts, bruises), Eddie talks about his trauma with his parents abandoning him.

There is a phone call and Steve's dialogue is in RED.

I'm not going to lie that's more or less the main theme of this chapter is that feeling OF being abandoned. These three are going through it but thankfully they have each other. This, however, is a completely new feeling to Y/N so I think that's why she reacts the way that she does (you'll see what I mean.)

Word Count: 5109

Your eyes remain on the floor as you sit in the principal’s office, numb to his words as he continues to shout at the other boys in the room. Blood drips from Eddie’s fingers as it flows from his knuckles where he repeatedly punched the other student in the face. Steve’s hair hung in front of his eyes, blocking the cuts and scrapes that currently adorned his own features. 

“2 months. You seriously can’t wait 2 months till you’re out of my school to pull a stunt like this?!”, Mr. Higgins screeched. “Mr. Martin and Mr. Martinez, we do not use that kind of language at our school and we certainly don’t write it.”

“Yeah. That’s why we kicked their ass. Because words like ‘slut’ are not tolerated here at Hawkins High.”, Eddie sassed. 

“You didn’t ‘kick our ass’, freak. You’re just lucky we didn’t get to finish.”

“Didn’t get to finish. I’m sure you’ve heard many women say that to you in the past.”

“Fuck you, Munson!”

“ALRIGHT! That’s enough.” Everyone becomes silent again as the principal rises to his feet. “Everyone is suspended for a week and be glad I don’t bar you from graduation.”

“If I may.”, Mr. C clears his throat as he pats Mr. Higgins shoulder trying to calm him down. “Since Mr. Munson and Mr. Harrington were trying to defend a fellow student being bullied maybe for them, we can cut that in half. Three days instead of a week.”

The principal sighs as you feel his eyes swivel your way. “Y/N, my apologies. I forgot you were here.” He turns back towards his colleague when you don’t look his way. “Did she fight anyone?”

“No. She was the one that they…”

“Okay, okay. I get it. Um, fine. Mr. Munson. Mr. Harrington. You two are suspended for three days and Y/N, go ahead and head home. Take the rest of the day to recoup and we’ll count it as excused, ok?” Again, you don’t answer causing him to exhale once more. “Maybe…we should call your parents to pick you up…”

“Pfft, good luck with that. We heard they gave her to the Harringtons. How much are whores now a day, Stevie?”

Steve stood up angrily and your teacher quickly intervened. “Out now! And make no mistake, your parents will be called.” The other boys grumbled under their breath as they left slamming the door behind them. “You three follow me.” 

As he leads you out into the hallway, Masie jumps up from the floor she had been sitting on. “Y/N! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…I was just surprised… what-what happened?”

“Miss Collins, go back to class.”

Your best friend huffs as her jaw tightens. “No! She’s my friend and I’ve known her way longer these two. Before Steve Harrington grew a fucking conscience and Eddie Munson decided to meddle in her life like she was his personal barbie doll!”

Both men froze in place causing Mr. C to push them forward till he reached his now empty classroom. “Sit. All four of you.”, he commanded. “Except Mr. Munson. Stand in front of me here.” Eddie cautiously did as he was told as the teacher dug into his desk, pulling out a gigantic first aid box. “You’re not a teacher if you aren’t ready for everything.”

He reaches out to grab the metalhead’s hand, sliding off his rings before he begins cleaning the man’s wound. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say I had a feeling. Since detention last year, I noticed the three of you hanging out more. To be honest, it was kind of nice to see Y/N get out of her shell.”

Masie scoots closer to you as she brushes some of your hair out of your face with her fingers. Eddie winced as his teacher began wrapping his hand with gauze. “Like almost everyone in this town, I grew up with your parents. Al Munson and I had a few classes together before he dropped out of school. Bill Harrington swung his dick around these halls like a fucking peacock. The original King Harrington for sure.”

He tapped Eddie up before gesturing towards an empty seat and beckoning Steve forward. When the boy didn’t move, Mr. C rolled his eyes as he grabbed his kit and kneeled in front of him to clean his face. 

“Your parents, Y/N, were just troublemakers, I swear to God. I remember one time your dad pulled the fire alarm to get everyone outside just so he’d have an audience when he sang ‘Let’s Stay Together’ by Al Green in a microphone in the quad to your mom.”, he chuckles at the memory as your eyes close and a tear falls down your cheek. 

“After they got married, I guess they decided to put things like that behind them. I never knew Wayne. He had already graduated when we started school and I believe trying to take care of your grandpa. The stories I heard; your uncle always seemed like a good man.”

He bandages Steve’s eye and hands him an ice pack to hold against it. After putting everything away, he comes around to lean against the front of his desk. 

“Boys, your fathers only ever cared about themselves even after they got married and started a family. Y/N, your parents knew they were in love the minute they met each other. I know Bill is over exaggerating this thing here because he needs to look like the good guy so I know the rumors aren’t true. I also know that if you are in a relationship with these two it’s real because you were raised by two people who actually made me believe love exists. You’re not a slut, Y/N, and I’m sorry this is happening because people fucking suck in this town.”

“You two…”, he points towards the guys. “…I have watched grow up, scared you would repeat the pattern of your parents. Eddie, you’ve been in trouble more times than I can count and Steve, while it may sound crass, Masie is right. You were a bit of an asshole.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Today, maybe.”, he raises an eyebrow in her direction as she smiles. 

“Since last year, I’ve noticed a change in all three of you. If this was toxic or bad in any way, I would recommend ending it now but… what I’m trying to say is don’t let these kids or your parents get to you like they did today. You have two more months. Then you can get out of here and do or be whatever you want. Fuck these narrow-minded people.”

Silently, you stand from your chair, exit the classroom and numbly head towards the parking lot. You hear feet behind you before a small hand touches your shoulder. 

“Y/N… you want to come over?”

You aggressively nod at Masie’s question as the tears start to flow more freely now. As she drives away from the school, you hear the boys screaming your name as they try and run to catch up to the car.

###########

“This…this is my fault, Maze. I don’t know what to do. I just…I just want to go home. I don’t want my parents to hate me.”

“Honey, they don’t hate you. They just…they don’t understand. If I’m being honest, I barely do.”, she sighs. “But I’ve seen Eddie and Steve with you especially after that game. They were so scared those three days you were at home. They asked about you every day.”

“I don’t understand it either. I didn’t ask for this. I just wanted to be left alone! Now I’m ruining people’s lives…”

“Hm. That’s very self-righteous of you.” Your eyes meet hers as you glare angrily at her assessment. “Y/N, you’re acting like Eddie and Steve don’t have minds of their own and can make their own choices. They CHOSE to be with you. They CHOSE to pursue you. I imagine they didn’t have a choice of falling in love with you but that just comes naturally when people are around you.” You smirk as she laughs. 

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Of course, but I think you should call them at least. Let them know you’re okay.” She reaches for her phone, dancing it in front of your face before you concede and take it from her. “I’m going to go downstairs to get us some comfort food. Take your time.”

“Y/N?!” Eddie answers the phone after one ring. “Baby, is that you?”

“Hey Ed. Is, um, is Steve there to?” There’s silence on the other end. It takes him so long to answer you thought the line disconnected. 

“Yeah, he’s…he’s right here. Are you still with Masie? Is she in the room?”

“I’m at her house right now. She’s in the kitchen getting food for us.”

“Y/N, why are you using our names then if we’re alone.”

“E-Eddie, I…” Your eyes start to tear up again as he huffs into the phone, listening as he talks to Steve in the background.

“Do you know where her friend lives?”

“No. Why the fuck would I know where Masie Collins lives?”

“Steve, something’s wrong. She sounds different and she’s not using our titles.”

“You don’t think…”

“Y/N, tell us where you are. We’ll come get you so we can talk, ok?”

“I-I-I… No.”

“Y/N…Think really hard about what you’re doing right now.”

“I am. I…this is my fault, Eddie. I can’t have you both ruining your futures and struggling because of me. You got hurt! Twice! Steve got cut off. All of our parents are falling apart. At least… at least if they think what they think already at school, Steve can go back to ‘King’ status and you can find someone you don’t have to constantly keep fighting for!”

“What about you, Miss high and mighty? Just going to live with your red-letter A slut badge alone for the next couple of months? What will you be doing while Steve and I will apparently knee deep in pussy and favoritism from the student body and our parents?”

“Did she really fucking say that?”

“Hm. Got real quiet all of the sudden. Come on, sweetheart. I really want to know what the plan is. What’s going to happen to you?”

You placed your hand over your mouth to stifle the cries as you heard the sound of a lighter close on his end. 

“What’s the matter, baby? You don’t know? I do. Things are just going to keep getting harder. These kids are still going to pull shit like they did today but you’ll be handling it alone. Some of the meatheads may get some ideas…be a bit grabbier than usual. I mean if you want to wear the moniker so badly maybe you can give them what they want. Steve and I have shown you a lot, haven’t we, princess?”

“Please…”, you beg. 

“…fucking…I can’t…bitch…Eddie hang up.”

“Calm down, Harrington.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! I fucking hate this! She thinks she’s doing us a goddamn favor?! Thanks for your sacrifice, Y/N! Now I have fucking no one! I gave you everything and I trusted you! I guess it doesn’t fucking matter now since apparently I’ll be rolling in money and fucking anything with legs…” His voice cracked as he spoke again, tearing your heart in half. “I thought her opinion about me changed. I guess she still sees me as that asshole from junior year. Fuck… I’m so stupid, dude.”

You break as they listen to you cry. Even though they are upset, it kills them to hear the sound. 

“Y/N… if you think we’d stop fighting for you just because you break up with us or whatever…then you aren’t as smart as I thought you were. We can play this game if you want and it will fucking hurt but we meant what we said to your parents. We love you.”

“I love you to, Sir. You and Daddy.”

“There she is. There’s our girl. Tell me where you are, baby. Please.”

You quietly hang up the phone, laying on your side in Masie’s bed as you close your eyes and sob. Thin arms suddenly wrap around your stomach as your friend hugs you to her chest. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. Everything will be okay.”

########

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to school today?”

“I can’t, Maze. I can’t handle all that today. I can’t handle seeing their empty desks.”

“You should go see them then.”

You shake your head as rub your arms. “I, um, I can’t. I’m going to go see my parents and then see what happens from there.”

“Can’t or won’t?” She nods when you don’t answer. “Y/N, I’m your best friend and I love you with all my heart. That’s why I’m doing this, okay?”

“Doing what?”

She looks out the window before opening the front door with a big grin right as Eddie had lifted his fist to knock. “Please come into my house. My parents are out of town this week but that doesn’t mean you can smoke inside and please no sex at least not on my bed.”

Your eyes widen as both boys slowly enter her home. 

“I may have come upstairs too early yesterday and heard your conversation.”, Masie sighs as she comes over to take your hand. “I’ve never heard you cry like that and it frightened me a bit. I get that you think you’re doing what’s best for everyone especially them but it’s not fair to make that decision for them.” She gently kisses your cheek before reaching down to grab her backpack. “So I *69ed the number and gave them my address. I love you! Bye!”

Eddie smiles after her as she closes her front door and disappears. 

“I like her.”

They both looked awful; like they hadn’t gotten any sleep. The metalhead reeked of cigarettes and both their faces were starting to bruise from where they had gotten hit. You slowly stepped forward, reaching out to touch Steve’s face but the boy quickly pulled back and moved away from you. 

“No. I can’t…handle you touching me right now.”

Your hand recoiled as you blinked back tears. “Leave please.”

“No. Your friend is right. We deserve to have a say in this.”

“A say in what, Eddie?! What do I have to do to get you guys to understand!? I don’t want to be with you anymore!”

The man sighs as he turns towards his friend. “Last ditch effort it seems. She’s trying to hurt us to push us away.”

“Yeah, well that won’t work. She already tore my heart out last night.”

“And you’re still here, Steve. You were right! My opinion of you hasn’t changed. You’re still that fucking dumbass, preppy daddy’s boy I always thought you were! And you!”

“What about me, babe? Go ahead. I’m waiting.” Eddie started moving forward, pushing you with his chest as he tried to corner you. “Need some help? I’m a freak. I’m like my dad…a no-good trouble making bad boy.”

You loop around him as you run up the stairs, his feet heavy behind you. You try to slam the bedroom door in his face but he blocks it with his hand. “Come on, Y/n! I’m waiting.”

“Fuck you!”

“Oh, I can do that to, if you want. We can go back to how things used to be especially if you want everyone to continue thinking you’re a slut. Let’s be honest though, they are probably going to think that anyway but at least we can still play with you.”

“We can play this game better, little girl. You think you can hurt us to get us to go away?” Steve sat on the bed as he watched you two talk, his tone laced with venom. “You know what, fuck it, Munson. She wants to go back to being our little fuck toy again we can do that. She doesn’t love us anymore anyway, right? RIGHT?!”

Your hair blocked your face as your head hung down to your chest. Eddie stepped closer to you as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper to make sure you fully opened your ears and heard what he was about to say. 

“Tell us you don’t love us anymore. Look Steve and I in the eyes and say those words. As soon as we hear them, we’ll leave. We’ll disappear from your life and you’ll never see us again after graduation. These next two months, we’ll leave you be and won’t even look your way. But I promise you, sweetheart, that won’t change how we feel about you. You’ll always be ours.”

Your eyes meet his soft brown eyes as you collapse in his arms. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bed and takes a seat. Moving his shoulder, his palms grip your face as he forces you to look at him. 

“I’m just…tired of people…getting hurt.”, you hiccupped. “These past couple…of nights…I dream about my…parents and how…they called me a slut. When we got to school…I saw what they wrote on the board…and the blood on your faces—”

“I know, baby. I know. It was scary. You’ve been through a lot these past few days. We weren’t looking to start a fight. Steve tried to erase it before you got there but those kids got in his face… they swung first.”

“Daddy… I’m sorry. I don’t think of you the same way I did before. You’re…not stupid. I wish I could protect you guys…I was trying to…”

“I know, Y/N. I just need some time, okay?”

You nod, curling into Eddie’s chest as you cry. “Princess, you don’t have to protect us. It’s our job to take care of you.” He rocks you back and forth as he continues to try and sooth you. “You do so much for us already. I meant what I said. No one has ever loved me or cared about me the way you do.”

“Come on. We should…head back to your trailer.”, Steve sighs as he stands and heads for the van. 

########

You left Masie a note telling her what happened and that you’d see her at school tomorrow. As you entered the trailer, Eddie told you about how Wayne gave him some money and since you weren’t there, he had run to the nearest store to grab some clothes he thought you would like including the pajamas he handed you to get changed into. Steve was silent the entire way home, lost in his own thoughts. 

While the metalhead went outside to smoke a cigarette, an idea hit you. You wondered to where you remembered seeing Eddie’s uncle own collection of tapes, browsing them until you found what you were looking for. 

Without making eye contact, you swooped back into the bedroom where Steve was laying on the mattress. After inserting the tape, you turned to face him, hands laced behind your back. 

“Let’s Stay Together” began playing through the speakers, startling the man as he turned to face you. You smirked as you grabbed a brush on the dresser and held it to your lips like a microphone. 

“I, I'm I'm so in love with you Whatever you want to do Is all right with me 'Cause you make me feel so brand new And I want to spend my life with you.”

“Y/N, no. Not right now.”, Steve responds but you can tell its half-hearted. 

“Let me say that since, baby, since we've been together Ooh, loving you forever Is what I need Let me, be the one you come running to I'll never be untrue.”

You grin as he softly smiles in your direction. Eddie, hearing the music, comes in to lean against the doorframe as he watches you dance and sing. Swaying your hips, you move towards him. 

“Oh baby Let's, let's stay together ('gether) Lovin' you whether, whether Times are good or bad, happy or sad Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad.”

After leaning up to kiss his lips, you focus back on Steve, reaching for his hands to pull him to his feet. As you continue to sing, his palms land on your hips as he starts moving with you making your smile grow as your face presses against his chest. He clings to you, threading his fingers through your hair as the song ends and a new one begins. 

“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I love you so much.”

“Yeah, baby. Me to.”

***

That night you three crashed before the sun had fully descended, completely exhausted from the last few days. 

The sound of you groaning in your sleep caused Eddie to grumble awake a little after midnight. His hand that was currently resting on your hip casually drifted up to brush your hair back and caress your face. 

“It’s…it’s ok, baby. You’re…ok…”

Your face scrunched together as your body pushed back against Steve’s chest, jostling his eyes open. 

“Wha…huh. I’m here!”

“SH! She’s having a nightmare again.”

The man behind you sighed as his arm tightened around your frame. “We’re here, baby girl. You’re safe.” Eddie’s eyes scanned your face as his friend soothed you, his own thumb gently rubbing against your skin trying to calm you. 

The metalhead scooted himself closer to you, tracing his fingers along your lips as you continued to mumble. 

“Y/N, come back to us, sweetheart.”, he whispers as he tenderly kissed your forehead. As he continued to place soft kisses along your face, his hand slowly slid under the waistband of your panties, cupping your sex in his palm. “Come back, baby.”

Eddie’s fingers gradually dip through your folds, circling your clit as his lips land on yours. Steve’s own mouth sucks on your shoulders and neck as his hands glide under your shirt, rubbing your soft tummy. 

“I love you, honey. Everything is ok. Your Daddy and Master are here.”

Your face steadily began to relax as your body curved into the boy behind you, you hand reaching out to land on the other boy’s back as you tried to pull him closer. 

“I love you to, princess. My beautiful, perfect girl. Can you open those gorgeous eyes for me?”

A soft moan left your lips as Eddie thrust two fingers into your core. “Ed-Eddie?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m right here. Can you feel me touching you, pretty girl?”

You subtly nod your head, still not fully awake and aware. “Steve?”

“I’m here to, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere.” His hands slid further up your body as he massaged your breasts, rough fingertips playing with your nipples. 

“Can you do what I asked, little one? Can you open your eyes and look at me?” Your hand abruptly clings to his shoulder as your eyes open meeting his beautiful chocolate ones. “There she is. Back where she belongs.”

Your grip moves to his bicep, your other hand holding on to Steve’s under the pillow as Eddie pumped his fingers faster. 

“Please…”, you whimper as his forehead presses to your own. “Please, Sir. Make me cum.”

The sound of your slick filled his room as his hand moved faster between your legs. Roughly, you reached for him, yanking his lips to yours; the move itself startling him as he wasn’t used to you being forceful like that. 

You panted against his face as you came hard, tears flowing heavily down your cheeks as you slowly came back down from your high. The problem was… you couldn’t stop them. You fell asleep into a nightmare and woke up in heaven. Even though it would have been because of you, you almost lost them and for almost a day you had. The love they felt for you, how good they made you feel, the dates, movie nights in, the protectiveness, the way Eddie made you laugh, and the way Steve made you smile… for a moment it was gone. 

“Y/N, baby, you’re leaving us again. Come back.”

You hugged your arms around him, pulling the metalhead as close as you could before tugging at Steve’s hand to bring him closer to your back. 

“Honey…”

“I’m sorry.”, you whispered. “I just wanted to help…”

#######

Your father flung open the front door angrily after looking through the peep hole and seeing both boys on his front step. 

“Get away from my house.”

“We’re not here to cause any trouble. We just wanted to get some of her things so she has what she needs till she graduates.”

Eddie decided before they got there that Steve should do the bulk of the talking, afraid that either he would agitate things or not be able to control his temper. 

“Look, she wants to play adult and live this kind of life she can buy new things.”

“Sweetie.”, he exhaled at the sound of your mom’s voice. “Where is she?”

“She’s at school.”

“Why aren’t you two there?”, your dad asks in a sarcastic tone. “Fighting I’m guessing by your faces. Jesus, my daughter she can pick them. TWO of them it seems!”

“We got into a fight defending your daughter because some assholes decided to call her a slut in front of the entire classroom!”, Eddie snarled in their direction. “Yeah, but we’re the fuckers.”

“Eddie…”, the other boy warned. “Please, sir. Wayne has already done enough taking us in. Let us do this and we’ll be out of your hair.”

Your mom lightly pushes him aside and gestures towards your room. They quickly head that way, grab a duffle bag from your closet, and begin filling it with clothes. 

“Did she not want to come herself?”

“Not exactly, ma’am. She doesn’t know we’re here. We, um…never mind.”, Steve smiles politely as he focuses on his task. 

Eddie softly grins as he looks at pictures along your desk. There were so many images of you and Masie together along your vanity mirror. In frames, you had a lot of photos of you and your family including one of you making funny faces with your cousins in New York. He paused, however, when he moved some things to the side and found some images of you three hidden under some of your school papers. 

“No, please, tell me. I want to hear it.”, you mother sits on your bed as she waits for his answer. 

There was a polaroid you had taken when they were finally able to take you to the beach. The sun paled in comparison to your smile that day as you constantly beamed at them while swimming in the water or pushing your toes into the sand. You suggested a photo and Steve held it up high to get all three of you as you kissed his cheek and Eddie wrapped his arm around your neck. 

“Fun at the beach! 1984 : ) I love these idiots!”

Another picture was one Steve must of taken when he took you to that play. You were wearing a gorgeous blue gown he had bought you. You didn’t know but his friend had spent hours with him wondering the mall trying to find something you would like. Steve kept insisting it had to be “beautiful like her”. In the photo, your back was leaning against his chest and he had his arm wrapped around your chest as his cheek pressed to yours.

“Night at the theater 1983. The play was great but the company was better *Muah!*”

“She’s been crying a lot these passed two days. At first, we thought it was the shock of everything and what happened in school yesterday but… she misses you both. After what your husband did, we were afraid that…even if she came with us…her having to see you two mad at her and looking down on her…it would just hurt her more.”

This photo Eddie didn’t even know you had taken. You held the camera above you both as he slept, his back had a good gleam of sweat still reflecting off his pale skin. Some of your make up had smeared down your eyes and your head was turned, looking at him with eyes full of compassion. 

“Finally saw Dio with this goofball <3 1983.”

“We meant what we said, Mrs. Y/L/N. We love your daughter and I’m sorry but we aren’t going to let you guys break her heart again.”

Eddie grabbed all your pictures and a couple of the frames, throwing them on top of your clothes as he cuts Steve off to zip up the bag. 

“Come on, man. I think we have everything.”, the metalhead mumbled as he started heading for the hallway. 

As they reached your front door, Steve turned around to face them both. “Thank you. Once we get an apartment or something we’ll come back for the rest. Her things and mine won’t all fit in Wayne’s trailer.”

“Both my parents abandoned me.”, Eddie blurted. Everyone in the room froze in place as they faced him. “My mother ran off to protect herself and never came back for me. She knew how he was especially with me and she left anyway. My father chose to continue to break the law instead of shaping up and being a dad. “

“Steve’s parent’s abandon him in that big ass house. For as long as I’ve known him, his dad was either on vacation or a business trip in another country with his mother. When Mr. Harrington is in Hawkins, he’s focused on his own business instead of his son. When we met Y/N, I’ll be the first to admit we were both assholes. It’s always been amusing to me how she thinks she doesn’t do enough for us yet she helped make us who we are today. She’s sweet, funny, extremely tough, so beautiful…I mean I could go on!”, he chuckles before continuing. 

“She tried breaking up with us the other night because she thought it would make everyone happy and according to her best friend it nearly broke her. I want you to think about that while you two are sitting alone in this house. That you would rather abandon her or have her be unhappy then to accept that she’s in love in with two people. That you would jump to calling her a whore then to understand how she’s feeling. She deserves better than that.”

With that he turned on his heels and headed for his van. Steve gave your parents one final nod, silently agreeing with Eddie before following him out the door.

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[cleolinda]

Creepypasta: The Dionaea House (2004-2006)

I wanted to post a few of my favorite creepypasta/Weird Internet Fiction stories this month, so of course one of the first I looked up was "The Dionaea House." Dated somewhere back around 2004-2006, it's one of the earliest entries in the genre; I’m not sure how many people know about it now, but Back in the Day, it was one of the creepypasta classics. Then, while researching all this, I discovered to my utter astonishment that it was written by Eric Heisserer—who wrote the Oscar-nominated screenplay for Arrival and is currently best known here, I'd bet, as the show runner of Netflix’s Shadow and Bone.

Years ago, the story was at dionaea-house.com (now offline), and it was the kind of thing you'd stumble across somehow—maybe on a friend's recommendation, maybe from a forum discussion—and then lose yourself in for a whole afternoon. It starts out as the story of a fictionalized Eric posting the emails of an old buddy, Mark, who's trying to figure out why their friend Drew... snapped. And "Eric" is posting these emails because Mark now has disappeared. And before too long... someone else has to pick up the story. Because it turns out that, at the heart of the mystery, there is a house, and going to that house is a mistake. I would describe it a little like House of Leaves, except also smelling like cake, and projecting out to multiple locations rather than pulling you into one infinite labyrinth. Also, a shit ton easier to read.

Relatively speaking, at least. "The Dionaea House" started out as “emails” posted on a blog at that original URL [unofficial mirror], then spun out into a Blogspot, an AIM chat, two separate Livejournals, and multiple commenters interacting on them. Some of them seem to be strangers walking in off the street, as it were, but the trick is, we don’t know which commenters are part of the story, which gives the “flesh puppet” comments, for example, a weird jolt of realism:

(I would like to think “TELL THE HOUSE TO FUCK OFF” is one of the in-story commenters, honestly; I like to think this is who I’d be in a horror story.)

So while "The Dionaea House" doesn't have the single-minded realism of "Ted the Caver," the blog-and-comment format—a found document subgenre for the 21st century—also allows for multiple perspectives. (I’ve lost count of the number of protagonists the house consumes, but it’s at least three, maybe four.) Tumblr is currently in year two of the Dracula Daily read-along, and I’ve always argued that Dracula was a techno-thriller for the nineteenth century: correspondence, newspaper articles, diaries, and even audio journaling on a phonograph. Emails, blogs, chats, phone messages, comments, and an article about the murder-suicide that starts the story—“The Dionaea House” is pretty much in the same multi-perspective, multimedia genre. Unlike Stoker’s bound novel, however, “The Dionaea House” wanders the physical space of the internet, and it trusts that either you'll see that the story has a new branch, or you won't, and that's okay.

In fact, I'm not sure if Eric Heisserer didn't know how to bring the story to a conclusion, or he got busy and couldn't keep going—or maybe there is an ending and I just never found it. (The Loreen Mathers blog doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me and seems like one giant loose end, although the mention of engineer-occultist Jack Parsons adds a new dimension at the last minute.) But as with "Ted the Caver," the lack of a concrete ending makes sense for a shaggy dog story like this, as frustrating as it might be. Maybe Loreen got got, just like everyone else! Isn’t “disappearing before explaining what the hell she’s talking about” exactly what that would look like? We don’t know! If there's a scary house and you manage to burn it down to the ground in a complex denouement, that's a story. If there's a scary house out there, somewhere, and we'll never know how it came to be or what happened to the people who tried to take it on—that's a creepypasta. That’s a legend.

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[charliesgoodboy]

Hello! I hope you had a good day today. It's my first time requesting something on tumblr.

But I have some requests for the prompts post you made.

"You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work doll." Shuji Hanma | Sub Male Reader

"Friends don't do this kind of shit !" Rindou Haitani | Dom Male Reader

"I don't care what you do, just fuck me." Ran Haitani | Dom Male Reader

"If we get caught I'm blaming you." Tetta Kisaki | Dom Male Reader

It's alright if you can't do it though.

-♡Smut prompts

-♡Character(s): Shuji Hanma, Tetta Kisaki, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani

-♡Switch Tokyo revengers, Switch Male reader

-♡Shuji Hanma

God were you annoyed at Hanma.

All he ever did was boss you around like he's your dad !

And when you would ask him to do something so little he would complain and say he'd do it later, god was it annoying.

And you make one remark he'd just make a dumb flirty comment that would never even work and ignore you like he did something.

Right now you were cleaning the full house by yourself while Hanma just sat on the couch scrolling on his phone not even asking for a helping hand.

You couldn't take this anymore, it was rediculous and it was getting annoying as hell, like it was a itch you couldn't get rid of.

"God, Hanma when will you ever do anything around here." You said still doing your chore.

"I always have to do everything here its rediculous !" Your footsteps getting harsher on the ground, catching Hanma's attention as he looks up from his phone.

"Hah ?" He said in a confused tone.

You turn to him your face red with anger. How the hell could he be confused !?

"God dammit Hanma, I'm not your fucking housewife !" He almost broke his phone out of squeezing it so hard a crack could be heard..

You scoff turning around to get back to work only for your face to be pulled up looking at Hanma and his crazed sadistic smile.

"You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work doll♡." Instead of anger, your faced flushed of embarressment shaking his hand off your chin and getting back to work.

"Ha~ good boy♡." Hanma chuckles.

-♡Rindou Haitani

"God, you didn't have to go so hard in me this time, god I think you broke me.." You didn't speak to him, you were so god damn upset that you fucked your anger out on him.

Ever since you heard about this so called "boyfriend" he had, named Souya or some shit, your whole mood was sour.

Rindou noticed your silence and turned over to you with a worried look.

"Hey..you okay ?" Your fist scrunched up, blood almost spilling from your palms at the pressure from your nails, you jaw clenching as you took a deep inhale trying to calm down.

As soft and calm as you could, "Who the fuck is Souya ?" Rindou slightly flinched at your demanding question.

Sighing as he brushed his hands through his mixed purple and black hair, obviously trying to think of a way to dodge the question which he can't. Honestly how could anyone.

"He's my..he's my husband." Your eyes widen, husband !? You just thought he was some boyfriend but husband !? This is fucking obserd.

You were actually hurt, all this time you were just his fuck toy ? Just used purley for his enterntainment ? Just because his husband couldn't ?

"Look, I know this looks bad, but you need to understand that..we're just friends man, me and you ? We don't have anything between us really, yeah we may hang out besides in the bed but..that's it.."

So he was really using you ? Tears were now streaming down your face, you loved him, you actually loved him. Jesus how could you let this happen.

"I'm sorry, we're just friends-"

"Friends don't do this kind of shit man !" Anger and sadness was clearly visible on your face. Rindou felt horrible, and he always will.

And I'm sure he loved you as well.

-♡Ran Haitani

God dammit you were doing this on purpose.

He knew damn well you were.

Teasing him all damn day.

Grinding against him when you had the chance.

Sending him suggsetive messages.

Giving him looks.

It was over-whelming him.

And it got on his damn nerves.

So as "pay back" He was doing the same to you.

When you grinded onto him he would grind back.

Wen you gave him a type of look, he'd give you the same.

It was like a game of tag. A game of tag till one of them broke.

But it is pretty obvious who did right ?

"Oh fuck..." Ran moaned in your ear as you pumped your fingers in and out of him slowly.

"Dammit..(m/n) stop teasing." He winced

"I'm sorry what ? I couldn't hear you speak up 'f me."

"I fucking..hate you asshole...dammit I don't care what you do just fuck me already !" You chuckle in amusment.

"Your wish is my command dear."

-♡Tetta Kisaki

Kisaki was supposed to be at a meeting.

Kisaki was supposed to be there in the giant building.

He knew it was bad.

But instead of being stuck in a giant building he wanted to be stuffed with your cock.

So to have a substitute for that. He was currently at the side of the building with you.

Legs wrapped around your hips tight, arms around your neck, with your hands on his waist keeping him up on the wall.

Your mouth on his, whilst kissing him deeply. His slight muffled moans and groans of trying to stay quiet.

If anyone was slightly close, they could hear the moans and groans of pleasure.

Breaking the kiss, you look up at him with a lustful look, both of you panting out of breath.

"Kisaki-san..can I put it in ?" Your question gave him slight suprise but he couldn't say no, he wouldn't.

He looks to the left slightly before sighing looking back at you biting his lip.

"If we get caught I'm blaming you."

Smiling you give him a peck on the lips, slowly setting him down and turning him over.

"Thank you love."

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[lovejosephquinn]

@harringtonfan4 requested this: 'Maybe he’s been away at work for awhile and he’s jealous you’ve been spending time with a guy you grew up with (totally innocent) now he’s home and wants to remind you who you belong too. Over and over and over.'

The gif you sent with it tumblr reckoned it was too naughty so I had to post it normally... So anyway a jealous and dominant Joseph? We're all goners 💀 Under 18's DNI.

You'd were lonely without your boyfriend being around, that was the only way to put it. You'd spent the most of the few weeks without him either working, hanging out with your close friends or even catching up with old ones. A guy you went to school with had reached out to you following a break up with his long time partner during this time and you'd spent a lot of time texting and talking on the phone. You'd mentioned him to Joe a few times when he'd been on FaceTime to you, and every time you'd see his face drop.

It'd always end up in a stupid argument, but you tried to convince him that it was completely innocent and he meant nothing by it but wanting to rekindle your friendship. Joe always said he trusted you, it was him he didn't trust but you just rolled your eyes at him and tried to change the subject, deciding the angst in the pit of your stomach wasn't worth it. The day he came home hours earlier than you thought, you were sprawled out on the sofa tapping away at your phone, laughing occasionally at the stupid things your friend said to you, whether it be a memory from years ago one of you had brought up, or silly memes being sent back and fourth.

Joe sneaked into the flat, hoping to catch you in surprise. He heard you giggling from the living room and furrowed his brows when he peaked around the door frame to see you laid in your comfy clothes, hair spread all over the pillows, a messy blanket half way between your knees and your chest, your phone raised above you in the air.

"Surprise!" Joe spoke out, making you jump out of your skin, throwing your phone to the side.

You looked up following the familiar and welcoming voice that made your heart explode. You jumped up from your spot and immediately ran over to embrace your boyfriend.

"Joe, oh my god. This is an amazing surprise. You're back early." Beaming from ear to ear, you wrapped your arms around him, snuggling your face into his chest.

"Did I startle you? You looked startled." Joe planted a kiss on top of your head, his arms enveloping you into him further, closing the space between you fully. You looked up to him, taking in the features you adored so much, but the smile you saw at first was now replaced by an unconvinced look at your lack of response.

"Just caught me off guard." You smirked, leaning up to kiss him, the peck on the lips was soft and warm yet brief.

"You're not texting him again are you?" Him, here we go.

"He's my friend Joe I'm allowed to talk to him." Joe sighed, not able to control his instant flow of bitterness and jealousy which erupted through his body.

"You're really jealous about him? You've no need to be. I love you." You tried to deflate the arising and almost inevitable heated discussion before you, but Joe had a better idea and instantly lifted you from where you stood, clenching the muscles in his arms to hold you tighter, shimmying his way through to the bedroom and tossing you down on the bed, your head bounced back to the pillow. He pealed your leggings off, lifting you up by your hand and undressed you rather suddenly, leaving you in just a pretty pair of cotton panties, your eyes flashed before your eyes as his swarmed your body.

"Baby, what're you doing?" You asked stupidly.

"Showing you who the fuck you belong to." You couldn't lie, you loved the dominance that had overtaken him. Deep down you knew he knew that there was nothing to worry about; but if he wanted to show you in this way, who were you to argue it. You'd missed him and you'd missed this.

Joe took his own clothes off and immediately fell on top of you, throwing you back once more, his hands roaming all over your body whilst he connected his lips to yours, paying close attention to your hardening nipples, pinching them making your clit ache from the sensation reaching it. His mouth attacked yours, tongue darting around yours, teeth clashing together and the more it continued, the deeper the kiss got, the more fierce Joe's fingers pinched and roughly moved against your body.

His hips thrusted downward, using your clothed folds to briefly jerk his cock through them, hissing at the feel, Joe's eyes burned into and you looked up all sheepish at him, when he was in this mood there was no changing it, but you'd never seen him react like this over someone, this was a whole new version of him.

"You're mine." Joe cursed your name at the back of this throat, pushing himself to the side so there was enough room for this fingers to continue edging you further, he pushed your panties to one side and plunged two fingers inside of you with no word of warning, your back arching from the sudden contact. His other hand tugging on your hair, pulling your head back. "Say it."

You moaned loudly as his digits deepened inside of you, curling upward to hit the spot you needed to be touched. Joe leaned down to your ear, pushing his knuckles up further, fingers now stroking your cervix, your walls clenched right around the thickness of them. "Say. It." Joe asked again, this time his voice a low growl. His hand that once had a hold of your hair was now wrapped around your throat, his fingers now slick covered from your cunt and thumb rubbing effortlessly against your throbbing bud. "I'm yours Joe." Joe shook his head, throwing an almost angered sigh your way.

"Sir. I'm yours sir." Joe smirked wickedly, it was something you found to be a kink for him, something he desired to be called when he was in his deep, dominating state of mind. "Good fucking girl." He moved his hand up that was having it's way with your pussy, tasting his fingers and groaning at the taste he'd clearly craved, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "My good girl." You nodded, making an attempt to grab a hold of his length but the back of your hand was dismissed in an instant. He ripped your underwear from you, discarding them off the bed and onto the floor; caging himself over the top of you once more. "Nuh uh, I'm going to fuck that pretty little pussy until you can't think of anything or anyone else but me." He clearly wasn't willing to let things be that easily.

He rammed his cock through your entrance and fucked into you hard, his thrusts making his hips slam down onto the edges of your pelvis and in-between your thighs. Your hands didn't know quite where to keep themselves, they roamed his back, clawing down where they could reach, repeating it over and over again until dinted lines appeared where you'd dug in harder. "Fuck, that's it. Mark me up." Joe bit down onto your lip, darting his tongue into your mouth once more, a more passionate kiss ensued, your lips smacking harshly against one another, whimpers singing into each other's mouths. Your hands flipped backward onto the headboard, pushing yourself into Joe to deepen the thrusts and take as much of his length as you could before you could almost feel it in your stomach.

Joe reached up to the top of the headboard above you, pulling it back to erratically grind harder. His cock throbbed inside of you, begging for release but he stopped himself every time the feeling got too much. Taking it out and occasionally rubbing it against you to edge himself before driving it back inside.

The headboard bashed against the wall with every single thrust given, you were a screaming, hot mess underneath the man you loved and wanted so deeply, taking everything he had to give you, it pleased him the way you sounded; he knew you enjoyed it from the way your wall's tightened in every move. "Sir, oh sir- can I cum. Please." Your body halted into stone trying your best not to reach your peak until he said so.

"Tell me again who you belong to?"

"You. I belong to you. All of you." Joe grinned at you, attacking your neck and leaning further down to buck up and it became difficult for you to breathe, Joe pushed himself up into a side that hit spots you didn't know were there until he found them.

"Yes baby, cum for me." You let yourself go immediately, fists rising up clenching against his curls, pulling on them hard that he swore he almost felt a few detach themselves from the severity of the climax that was consuming you from head to toe. Your euphoria was almost never ending as his cock continued to rapidly breed you.

"Fuck, my girl's so tight. So beautiful." You arched your back up and almost instantly, Joe released himself inside of you, his head jolting backwards, lips parting, filthy moans echoing across the walls of your bedroom coming straight from his mouth. "Holy sh-sh-shit." Joe cried out, his orgasm as heavy as yours.

He pulled out and launched himself further down the bed, his head down and focused between your legs. Your own head lifted to catch the sight of him licking his lips and diving his tongue straight into your hole. "Oh my god, more?" Your heart was beating ten to the dozen, the vibrations of the way his tongue flickered inside of you had you squirming. Joe tasted himself and you, cock still stiff all over again from the enjoyment. Joe lifted his face up to gaze up at you, his arms wrapped around your thighs to keep them in place, another mischievous grin showing.

"I said until you can't think of anyone else but me. We've got a long way to go, baby." His mouth instantly got back to work, latching around your swollen clit as he sucked against it, letting it go with a pop and going straight for it again, his teeth lightly nibbling on it to add a satisfying glimpse of pain to your pleasure.

You shut your eyes and saw stars amongst your darkened vision, the immensity of Joe's muscle that worked against you would only shortly send you into a paradise unknown to anybody else, he wouldn't stop until your juices flowed into his mouth, swallowing every drop to rehydrate him.

Flipping you over and getting onto his knees, he brought your ass up, spanking hard against your ass cheek and shoving his cock inside you, he used you as lube before taking it out and forcing his way into your tight little ass. Your face was smothered in the pillow your head was pleasantly laid on before, he ripped into you, ungodly, stifled sounds heard a plenty from the way his cock moved tightly against your ass, loosening it up before he eventually gripped onto your hips and fucked you as hard as he could.

"Yes, yes yes." Joe cried out, finishing himself between your ass cheeks, droplets of cum presenting itself onto your sheets and dripping down onto your folds. He grabbed you, pulling you upward to meet you at eye level, you threw your head back onto his shoulder, both your breathes erratic.

"Don't think I'm done." Joe uttered out into your ear, your breath hitching as his fingers skilfully dragged themself back onto your clit, his arm holding you up underneath your breasts.

"But I-"

“You’re mine baby, remember? You’re a little whore who’s addicted to me and if you didn't hear me correctly, I said I'm not done.”

Joe pushed himself backwards off the bed and as you turned around to meet him, he grabbed a hold of your hands bringing you forward for you to stand up, your legs almost giving way, he picked you up bridal style. Carrying you into the bathroom and turned on the shower, slowly putting you down to regain the feel of your feet against the ground, the shaky feeling not leaving the mess all around your thighs, legs and fucked out areas.

You both stepped in one at a time, feeling the warmth of the water hit your bodies. Joe had you up against the wall in seconds, it wouldn't be long until you were on your knees with his cock presented just over your mouth, his hand fucking himself until he made a mess of your face.

You washed yourself down after, Joe massaging your back and taking cheeky gropes of your arse as he stood behind you, craning his head down to caress your neck before washing your hair for you.

After you'd gotten out, feeling a little less tired but way more cleansed, Joe wrapped his arms around you once more, swaying you from side to side, your head back against his naked chest. The soft and loving side of him returning all the more you held one another close. "I love you." Joe muttered, a little smile creeping onto his face.

"I love you. I'm yours." You felt the need to confirm it one last time, to your surprise Joe chuckled a bark of laughter from his throat.

"Oh I know that baby. And I'm yours." You shook your head slight, grinning at his words, his fingers lifted your chin up to look him in the eye, a rather innocent look considering the drawn out fierce looks he presented before.

"I mean if you want to be jealous more often, I'll take it if that's what you're going to do."

"Don't even think about it." Joe's eyes grew suddenly, shaking his head back at you. "I missed you, that would of happened anyway." You rolled your eyes, staring up into the warm brown eyes that lovingly watched you. You knew he was right.

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[nachofuck3r]

Johnny Cage x Depressed, friend! Reader

Just a cross post from ao3 for the poor people of Tumblr.

Art was kindly done by @unabashedfacecreator

I also feel it's important to mention that you are not in an established relationship but just friends with weird tension tho.

Cw: hurt/comfort, implied body image issues, depression, suicidal thoughts, also fluff and tender Johnny

There's a spot on the ceiling, but as much as you'd love to move and clean it - you can't.

It's been minutes since you last moved, maybe even hours - not like you're counting. Everything feels numb and you yourself feel as though you are a void, not a person - but just a never-ending dark hole that only takes and never gives.

Friends, Family even haven't seen you in weeks, month partly. You could be dead for all they know - you really wish you were. You've done nothing but burden these people, it feels like all you are capable of is relying on others.

Bzzzzz

A vibration stirs you from your self-destructive thoughts, you move your eyes to the left. There lays your phone, running on only 16 percent but still vibrating with vigor, that you could almost be jealous of.

You will yourself to move your head to the side to get a glance at the screen, maybe even see if someone actually texted you. But to no avail, to see who is contacting you, during your lingo, you'd have to sit up.

You move your head back to its initial starting point, staring at the ceiling. You're almost tempted enough to fall back into your earlier trance.

This position is comfortable and familiar, there is nothing you can fuck up about this.

Bzzzzzz

Your finger begins to twitch, muscle memory most likely - you really need to get off that phone more often.

Back to your original thoughts, who texted you? With all your mental might you pull yourself together and attempt to sit up. It's slow and unsteady but you will yourself up with one quick movement. A few bones that have been stuck at an angle finally move back to their original resting places and make light cracking sounds. You groan, then falter. You haven't heard your own voice in a while. Speaking feels like a weary task, anytime you try it your lips start to wobble and tears collect in your eyes. You are just embarrassed at this state you're in, not good for or at anything.

Bzzzzz

Oh right- the phone

Your hand reaches for it before your mind can start to wonder again. The movement of pulling your phone back towards yourself activates the lock screen. You are greeted with a picture of your dog with.....

Fuck

Johnny

Bzzzzz

The phone vibrates in your hand, almost shocking you enough to drop it. Now you finally look at the messages you got, all from the same person. You unlock the screen and read the messages on the notification bar.

Johnathan chachow: Hey!

Johnathan chachow: I'm back from my trip!! You will never believe the shit I've seen a and been through.

Johnathan chachow: I feel like I skipped 100-character arcs and 30 potential flop eras

Johnathan chachow: been around for a while and been meaning to hit you up! I miss PEANUT and you ofc!!

The declaration makes you let out a huff, peanut is your dog. But you've given her temporarily to your parents for now since they said they'd love to have more reasons to go out.

You were very grateful they attempted to cover up initial their taking of your pet with their own excuse. Masking the straight facts, that you just couldn't take care of her right now. After forgetting to feed peanut two times, in one week you called them.

You recall their voices - laced with concern, after hearing the initial shake in your own tone.

Bzzzz

Johnathan chachow: This is the point where you'd be like: "Oh Johnny, I missed you so much, please come over to my place! So, you can cuddle with peanut (and potentially me) for the rest of the weekend"

Rest of the- you fumble to take a look at the date on top of your screen and to your surprise, Johnny was right. It's only Friday afternoon. Like in a trance, you click the messages and get transported to the chat immediately.

"Shit" your voice comes out as a hoarse rumble, furthering your flabbergasted state.

No time!

You need to think of what to answer now! Johnny only just texted you this so the chance of him still being in the chat are high. Which means he saw you reading the messages, which in turn means he's expecting an answer.

Especially after the trip he took, he was gone for months and still remembers you from a time where your life and self-respect weren't completely falling apart.

You type out a few starters but they all get deleted, because you feel as though they are insufficient - not unlike yourself.

You don't even know where to start. You really wish you'd have just let yourself fall back into your original trance, staring at the dirty ceiling.

Not this: sat up on your messy bed, surrounded by mountains of stinky laundry and a few food wrappers. With the hand not holding your phone you pinch the bridge of your nose, hoping it'll help your brain work faster at processing what to write your friend.

You: Hey! Glad to have you back.

You: My flat is a little messy right now

You nervously watch as the messages you typed out go immediately to read - and as Johnny gets to writing.

Johnathan Chachow: Okay?!?! That's not a no. Soooo.

Jonathan Chachow: I'm coming over and bringing takeout!!

Your jaw promptly drops, Johnny has always been very overly forward and friendly like this and you usually don't mind.

But that's because before you always had your shit together, which cannot be said about you and your life’s current state.

The house: an absolute mess, your life: an absolute mess and mostly you being an absolute mess.

And now your best friend of 5 years is about to witness you in this state. Johnny's messages give you an adrenaline rush you could've used weeks ago and you jump out of bed.

Rapidly your fingers start hitting the screen, as you move through the muck on your floor.

You: No really don't!! It's like really messy and I already ate!

Lies except for the messy part, you haven't eaten since Tuesday and at the thought of food your stomach grumbles like a traitor. Hurriedly you start picking up things around the house, you try your best to sort clothes and trash into separate bags but if you're two pairs socks and underwear lighter after this endeavor, you'll blame it on your fussy state.

As you scramble to bring order to your house you hear another -

Bzzzzz

You look around trying to pinpoint where in this mess you left your phone.

Bzzz

There on top of a hill of dirty t-shirts, it vibrates once more.

You grabble for it, unlocking it immediately.

Johnathan Chachow : I haven't seen you IN MONTHS!

Johnathan Chachow : Babe, strap in, I'm coming over, even if I have to climb a mountain of dirty panties.

You chuckle nervously at the message, your dry throat protesting, not soon after.

After letting out a few coughs and you try to get back to cleaning up - seeing there is no point in trying to convince Johnny otherwise. And as you accidentally drop your phone in your run around the house it hits you.

What about you, your body has been marinating in nothing but misery for weeks. You don't even know when you last took a shower. Haven't even looked in a mirror for forever - but one thing is for certain, you must look like shit.

Suddenly the stench of your clothes hit your nose and your nose scrunches up in disgust.

Ignoring your strange odor, you fumble for your phone and immediately bolt for the bathroom. Since you only used this place for dissociated cry sessions and peeing, it was kept fairly clean, despite your effect on the other rooms.

After taking a glance in the mirror, you don't need to be corrected.

A shower is in order immediately, though by the looks of it so should be sleep. Eye bags as prominent as Johnny's personality have formed under your eyes and not the sexy vampire kind of eye bags.

No matter, you splash your face with water and then get to peeling of your well worn clothes. Skillfully avoiding your reflection in the mirror as you discard layer after layer of clothing. You step into the shower and as you turn on the water, you feel the adrenaline starting to wear of. With the pressure of the water pattering down on you, weariness starts to set back in. You shampoo your hair quickly and soon remember you've run out of body wash about a week ago.

In your hazed state you use the shampoo as a substitute, telling yourself it's better than nothing. As you're attempting to scrub yourself clean, you catch yourself trying to not look down, as if to avoid eye contact with your body. You don't need to be even more brought down, you just need to get this done and get it done before-

Ding Dong

Fuck

You quickly turn of the shower, grab a relatively fresh towel and wrap it around yourself.

The floor squeaks as you almost trip over your own, still wet, feet - to get out of the bathroom.

The trash and laundry you half-heartedly have assembled still lies in the living room, you grab for it with your still wet hands, placing it temporarily in the tiny storage room next to your bedroom. I'll take care of it later, goes through your head as a knock can be heard from the front door.

"yEah I'm coming" you rasp, yell out as best as you could. Wishing that Johnny would grant a few more seconds of dignity. Though it seems as though some other higher power had another plan, as you hear the sound of keys jingle and the door knob turn.

"That's what they always say to me" - he boasters as he enthusiastically opens the door, only to let the doors fall open by itself as his eyes fall on you.

Let me die, if there is a god out there kind enough to hear my wish, strike me down.

His shocked expression turns into one of mischief.

"If I'd had known you were on the menu tonight, I wouldn't have brought Chinese" he leans against the door, propping the hand with his keys against his hip. Warmth floods your entire being, as you stand there, still almost naked and your flat looking like it's been ransacked.

"I-" after attempting to speak you immediately regret not having had something to drink yet. Your dry throat refuses to let you speak and betrays you with a coughing fit. Toppling over, you hear Johnny rush to place the takeout bags down and move to your side.

"Whoa whoa. Hey let's get you sat and hydrated" "and scoop" he catches you off guard, by picking you up gingerly, you can only let out a small surprised gasp - as he sets you down on the coach.

"Sit" he utters, giving your back an affectionate pat - before moving to the kitchen. As you sit there you think about how ridiculous this whole situation is. Because there is no way this man, your best friend, is seriously wearing star shaped sun glasses on his head, while you have a coughing fit in only a towel.

"Here you go" Johnny renounces his presence by gently taking your hands and wrapping them around a fresh glass of water. Your dry throat cries out for the beverage as your slightly shaky hands put it to your lips. As you just about finish the glass, placing it down on the coffee table in front of you. Johnny starts to take the place surrounding you two. Looking at him like this makes you want to burst into tears.

"Done a little, mhm redecorating?" he asks, And usually Johnny's teasing was taken by you with grace or even a comeback, now and then.

Now though as the whole situation sinks in again, you can only feel tears building at the corner of your eyes.

"You-" your lip wobbles and Johnny's carefree smirk turns into a frown.

"Oh sweetheart" he mutters kindly as you feel tears bursting out eyes. Johnny embraces you on the couch and you can only pathetically sob into his shoulder as he pats your back.

"This is s-so" - start to speak and even though you drank some water you still feel your throat closing up as you try to press more words out "e-embarrassing" As you utter the last word out Johnny slowly pulls you back to look at your, now tear ridden, face.

He gently brushes over the still ever-growing tear stream, going down your face.

"What are you even saying?"

"I-I just- I'm half naked, my best friend-" you gulp loudly to ease tightening throat, "Who I haven't seen in months keeps doing all this nice stuff for me- *sniff* and I just, can't even function enough to pretend as if my life isn't absolutely shit."

Listening intently Johnny's eyes wander over your face as he takes both your cheeks in his hands.

"It's okay. This is nothing to be embarrassed about, everyone hits a tough spot once in a while. Even a big guy like you and me" He explains as he brushes his thumb over your cheek. "You are single-handedly the kindest, most beautiful and skilled person, I know"

"and you're human, most importantly, it's okay to not always perform or work. You gotta take care of yourself, doll" He lets his right hand drop from your face to your hands, gently he lifts yours to his face and nuzzles his cheek against it matching, his other hand on your cheek. "You've pulled me outta hell, back when Kris and I split" he speaks softly, not once breaking your gaze

"Do you remember the state the mansion was in?" he earnestly asks as you rake your mind for pictures post Johnny's divorce It was such a big house, so it truly never felt too littered or cramped even with the dirty formal clothing, ice cream pints and tissues all over the floor.

"Yeah, but mostly the immense amount of chocolate chip and mint, ice cream you ate" He slightly cringes at the mention as though he can still taste the ice cream now.

"Ugh, even now it makes me shiver, in more than one way."

"Ahem, my point being, It was a mess and I was a mess."

"A hot mess even, and not the good kind" he rambles on. "Back then - You, were the only person that truly had my back"

"Sure, I still had my mom, bless her, not really my dad, fucken asshole he is, but you were always there when it counted." his tongue moves out to wet his lips and your embarrassed to admit your eyes followed the movement.

"More than anything you talked me through a bunch of panic attacks."

"and helping you with this" you scan the room out of the corner of your eye. "is the absolute minimum, a guy like me, can do for an angle like you"

Any other time you would have probably bristled and teased him about the nickname but now just hearing him say it is enough to make you want to cry even more.

"I don't deserve you" you utter out brushing your own thumb over his cheek. His hand drops from your cheek to your shoulder and he pulls you close enough for a kiss.

Your foreheads knock together gently, as he opens his mouth to utter.

"You deserve all of me"

Tears still drying on your cheek and to your surprise a few tear-tracks also run down Johnny's face. Not knowing what else to say or do you finally point out the still very much elephant in the room.

"Can I put some clothes on?"

"Whaaaatt? Why? I love the au naturel look." He barks, intentionally letting his eyes scan you from head to feet.

You furrow your brows at him, but smile nonetheless.

Then you look back at your bedrooms door and remember that you haven't done the laundry in a while.

"I- shit... I don't have any fresh clothes"

"Oh would be a waste if I didn't take of mine as well, so we could match" He jests as he gets up and drops his coat on the couch.

"Harhar, seriously though gimme a sec I'll just see if I can find an-" but johnny holds up his hand, to stop you short.

Then in a dramatic gesture takes your hand in his. "Fret not my dear. For I am ever prepared and brought spares" He winks, as he bolts up and jogs to the front door revealing a bag you hadnt noticed he had earlier.

"I thought I was probably gonna crash on your couch tonight anyways-" " and as someone who has already gotten mouth wash all over his shirt and shorts once. " - "I have brought spares spares"

He ceremoniously takes a shirt and a pair boxer shorts out of his bag and gingerly drops them in your hands.

"There you are, your highness" His trademark charm up to a max again as you still gape at the clothes.

"Wow, you really are my best friend, who totally didn't soak his shirt with my bottle of mouthwash once"

"Ouch, how ungrateful and cruel you are, your highness." He jokingly puts a hand over his heart before moving closer to your face.

"Get to changing before I change my mind" He whispers playfully, with a certain suggestiveness to it that you'd rather deny has an effect on you.

Brushing of those weird feelings you start heading to the bathroom as johnny sets up your living room for a movie night.

After you've successfully changed into the shirt and boxer shorts, you make your way back to the living room.

There, also in a shirt and boxers sat Johnny contently staring at the work he’s done. He’s gotten rid of all the newsletters, letters and magazines that you always trust from your mailbox straight onto the table. If that wasn’t already a feat of its own Johnny has plated the takeout boxes contents up on plates, still steaming from the microwave and prepped two sodas with ice cubes. You didn’t even know you had ice cubes.

"Hey there sunshine, glad you could make it –" he eyes you in his clothes and halts.

He takes a surprisingly laboured breath before motioning to the spot next to him on the couch.

"I like the look you had going before but this" he eyes you up and down over his ridiculous star shaped sunglasses. "This i could get used to"

"Don't cream your pants, your shirt is not nearly as loose on me as I’d like it to be"

"Ughhh~ too late- plus that's makes it sexy, leaves less to the imagination and more to the eye" He clicks his tongue as he theatrically shakes his hips, as much as possible while sitting.

"Sexy? Can’t spruce up what cannot be saved by sprucing" It’s all fun and games with you usually flirting and complimenting each other but you've never done this before.

Say how you freaky feel, maybe you haven’t ever felt like you do now about your body. But you surely do now and He eyes you critically, how brows knit together.

"Hey, that's my friend you're talking about. And they are" He moves in closer.

"the sexiest bitch" Closer "I know, aside from me" He grabs your cheeks with on hand, successfully squishing your face.

"So, don't come around talking shit about them here" You regard him wide-eyed, as you feel his warm breath grazing your face.

"Understood?" he says, his gaze absolutely keeping you in place, unable to move.

"Jeez Luis, understood, now let go you brute." you try to lighten up the atmosphere , giving his chest a light shove, as you pull back from his grip, adjusting your jaw.

"Damn you really got a tight grip there, where ever you were these past few months, really gave you a new edge" you jest as you try to put a little distance between yourself and him.

He giggles slightly and you swear you see him kick his feet.

"You really think so? I was feeling it as well!"- "My journey though outworld really leveled up my charisma"

"Outworld?" you let out a huff, grabbing your plate with fried noodles.

"Yes! Oh, I've got so much to tell you!" he exclaims excitedly, giving you an absolutely blinding smile

You listen to his vibrant display, eagerly as he tells you more and more of what he has been doing these past months. If he didn't show you the pictures, videos and his group chat with Kenshi, Kung Lao, Raiden and Liu Kang, you probably would've thought he was telling you about his upcoming movie plot.

But as Johnny vibrantly shows and tells you about his escapades these past few weeks, you're just so grateful he's better than he was before this trip.

It goes to show that things actually do get better, from an absolute movie star mess, to a guy who traveled outside of 'earthrealm' as he called it and on top made new friends.

It gives you a glimmer of hope, for your own endeavor and seeing how eager Johnny was to meet with you, helps as well.

Because to Johnny you are more than a broken machine, but his friend and perhaps more in days to come.

#johnny cage fanfiction #johnny cage #X Reader #x m!reader #x gn!reader #mk1 fanfic #mk1 x reader

[adonisdoesstuff]

Bob Velseb x GN Reader! No Filter.

Bob stalked you for a while and he was ready to make his first move on you but he didn't count for one thing...

AN: sorry the grossness, this is my first time writting something like this and posting it on tumblr

Also english is not my first language, so, sorry for mistakes

CW: Blood, Licking, Stalking and some gross things.

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You woke up in your couch, it was night. slowly looking around feeling dizzy, you put your hand in your forehead trying to remember what you did that night before sleeping, you check your phone and it was 20:03, You quickly remember it's halloween and you fell asleep after coming back tired from work.

You receive a text from your friend LIla.

Lila: Hey (Y/N)! i was thinking about going trick or treating, you know, just for kicks and giggles, would you like to come? Jaune is going too!

You smile and decides to reply.

(Y/N): Sure thing! just wait a sec k?

Lila: Okay!

You get up from the couch and goes upstairs to take your work uniform off and change to a better outfit.

As you got dressed, you begin to feel unease, like there was someone watching you, you then walked towards the window and there was a tall and big figure behind the trees watching you with a creppy grin that almost covered their face.

Your eyes widen and you quickly ran down the stairs to check if theres any open windows around the house, luckly there were non, you sigh in relief but then there was a sound of glass breaking, coming from the living room.

you grab a cooking knife from your kitchen and quickly hides under your table. you can only see their legs, they walk closer to your direction, you cover your mouth but that was a useless move.

"Oh Darlin', I can smell your coconut lotion from a mile away~" The man said. he had a southern accent and a beautiful voice but to be honest he was breaking into your house and you couldn't think about it now.

"Shit, i should have used my favorite one." You said out loud, you quickly shut your mouth but accidentally cut your own cheek with your knife. "Fuck, that's gonna give me a infection." you said to yourself as you winced from the pain.

You hear the sound of a knife being pulled, so you quickly throw the table onto him. it worked well, when he was down you finally could see him.

"OH, YOU'RE THAT DEVIL GUY FROM THE NEWS!" You said to him as you ran upstairs.

You run over to your room, you close the door behind you and you start looking for your phone to call the police, you couldn't find it until you heard your door opening and seeing the devil guy holding your phone.

"Thank you, can you give me my phone? i need to call the cops." You said without a hesitation and he looks confused at you.

"If you want it so much, come get it~" The devil guy said as puts your phone his pocket.

"Ugh, What do you want anyways?" You ask as you pull your knife to defend yourself.

"Oh Darlin'~ that's a very intriguing question." He said as he got closer to you, you pointed your knife to his neck, he grabbed your arm, you tried cutting his neck but he pulls your knife away and threw it on the ground.

you went for his knife but it wasn't in his hands, you up to him, he was still with that creepy smile.

"And the answer is you~" He holds your body tightly.

"W-where is your knife?" You ask to the devil man, stuttering. he slowly holds your face, you tried pulling it away but it was useless.

"HEY HEY HEY-" he begins to bite your shoulder, you wince, trying to pull him away but he keeps going. He licks the blood from your cheek, as he keeps doing it, your cheeks warm up weirdly.

"That's gross." You say and he chuckles. he pulls away and keeps staring at you as he licks his lips. he feels something grabbing his mask, before he could look, (Y/N) pulls his mask away and finally gets to see his face, he was very attractive man, you couldn't help yourself to say that straight to his face.

"Wow, you're hot." (Y/N) says as they look to the man, which had a confused look on.

"What?" He asks, still holding you.

"I said you're hot." (Y/N) said and the man frowns.

"Why aren't ya' scared?!" His accent got thicker, his cheeks began to blush, he keeps asking himself what he did wrong? why didn't he scare you?

"I mean, honestly, someone with a face like that wouldn't make me scared, it would make me feel other things." (Y/N) said as they blushed as well, He got furious and quickly pushed you away.

"What is wrong with you?" The man asked.

"I'm the one who needs to ask you that, you're a serial killer, you broke into my house and tried to make a move on me without even inviting me for dinner." (Y/N) said, the man took a few steps back.

"If you keep acting like this, i am gonna have you for dinner." He grabs his mask back, he grabs your phone from his pockets and throws it into your bed, he walks towards the window.

"I don't know, i don't think i would taste very good." You scratch your head.

"What is your name anyway?" You ask as he gets ready to leave. he looks at you, still frustrated.

"Bob Velseb." He stares at you.

"I'm (Y/N)." You said to him.

"I know that, i know a lot about you." Bob jumps from the window, you run towards it and he is no longer to be seen. you sigh in relief, that worked really well, playing with his feelings until he leaves.

you close the window and grabs your phone, only to see a text from Lila.

LIla: Are you okay?

(Y/N): Yeah yeah just a little thing that happened but wait for me

Before leaving, you wash your face, you put a band-aid on your cheek, you barricade your windows and then walk out of the house towards Lila's.

Bob kept watching you from the distance, he got obsessed with you ever since he laid eyes on you, and now he finally saw that you're just as weird, so he began to think about you a lot more and more.

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