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bimbobaggins69 · 1 year

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I’ve had this thing in the back of my head for awhile about Phone Sex Operator!Eddie and the reader going through a dry spell so she calls to get out her frustration OR the other way around and Eddie constantly calls because he’s obsessed with her voice, and most of the time he just wants to hear her voice so he’ll spend his time just talking to her

dial-a-thrill

Phone sex operator!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you and your ex broke up more than five months ago and you’ve refused to start dating again, even the thought of a one night stand puts a bad taste in your mouth but on a lonely night something you thought you’d never be desperate enough to do, becomes as tempting as ever.

⚠️warnings: eventual smut, 18+ mdni, phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, sweet eddie, talk of sexual acts, lots of pet names (baby, sweet thing etc) readers been deprived, one little mention of readers ex being a cheater, they fall fast.

notes: thank you so much to whoever requested this. I’m obsessed with this prompt. Yes, there will be a part 2. (don’t forget to tip your writers with a comment and reblog)

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You’re not sure what lead you to this point, what has you so desperate to stoop to a new low. But you’re willing to bet it’s the fact that you’ve not been touched in several months. After you ended things with your cheating, lying, sorry excuse of an ex boyfriend Troy, the thought of moving on and putting yourself back out there in the dating world just didn’t seem appealing to you in the slightest. You decided after the break up to throw yourself into work, so you didn’t have to deal with the hollowed out feelings of loneliness that had taken over.

Up until now, you thought you’d be completely fine, you thought you would make single life your bitch by doing just that, staying single. What’s the point of moving on when you’re just bound to get hurt? You couldn’t risk feeling that pain, again.

So instead of being a normal person and going out to a bar or club to find someone to offer you the release you’ve been craving, you’re dialing a number you got off the the tube as you watched some late night tv. The commercial alone had you hot and bothered, the men they used for the ad reeled you in so easily, but the sultry sound of the man’s voice that read off the number, beckoning you to call and talk to “hot local men” had you shamelessly clenching your thighs together. Has it really been so long, that you’re this desperate? The answer is yes, absolutely.

So here you are laid in bed, silky pajamas adorning your curves, as you wrap the red cord of the landline around your manicured fingers. Awaiting a voice on the other end, as the phone continues to ring. You debate hanging up, this was embarrassing, surely the man that picks up will know what a desperate loser you are, so desperate you have to call a phone sex operator to help you get off. But your curiosity out weighed your pride at this point.

“Hello, thank you for calling dial-a-thrill, what’s your name?” The low husky voice greeted, knocking you right out of the back and forth thoughts playing ping pong in your mind.

“Hi, hello.” You replied, as all confidence left your body “m-my names, y/n.” You closed your eyes in shame, rubbing your hand down the side of your face, it’s been so long that you can’t even speak to the opposite gender without fumbling over your words, or it could be the insanely attractive voice of the man on the phone, that is making you lose all resolve.

“Nice to meet you y/n, my names Eddie. How are you this evening?” He mused, you could hear the hints of a smirk said through his words.

“I’m doing okay, how’s yours?” And you definitely sucked at small talk.

“Can’t complain now that I’m talking to you.” He flirted, you know he probably says that to everyone who calls in, but you couldn’t help the blooming heat of your cheeks at his admission.

You giggle like a little school girl, “well same here, Eddie.” You try out the same salacious tone he’s using, but end up cringing at yourself.

“What can I help you with tonight, sweetheart?” Your panties are ruined, you mind as well take them off now because if he keeps up with this you’ll be drenched. “Hmm, I don’t know, I just wanted to talk.” You responded, immediately realizing how desperate that sounds, you should’ve just hung up when you had the chance.

“Just to talk? Are you sure about that?” He laughs a little before continuing. “I mean, we can talk, don't get me wrong but people don’t usually call just to talk.” Yup, you were right, you are humiliated.

“Yeah, I’m sure they don’t, but um I’ve just I don’t know maybe this was a dumb idea, I’m sorry.” You almost slam the phone down back onto the receiver before you hear his voice again, “no, no, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you feel bad or weird just because you want to talk. I don’t mind talking, sweet thing, I’m just not used to it, that's all.”

You bite your lip, mentally battling with yourself whether you want to continue, his voice once again knocks you out of your inner turmoil, “hello? Sweetheart?” — “mmm, yeah I’m here, sorry!” You say after clearing your throat. “Well what would you like to talk about? we can talk for as long as you'd like, but just to remind you, it is 5 dollars per hour.”

“Right, yeah I remember,” you clarified as you lay back into your pillows, getting more comfortable. “So, how do these calls usually go for you?” Probing purely out of curiosity, a little part of you wanting to know how this phone call could possibly go.

“Well, that depends on you, sweet thing.” He chuckles, “but, usually it’s women wanting me to help them get off.” He sighs, as if he’s deep in a memory, “mm, I see, so what do you usually say t-to help them?” You were aware Eddie could practically feel your nervous energy through the phone, “hey, baby. I can tell you’re nervous, I'm sure this is your first time doing this, but I promise you I'm not here to judge you, I don’t bite okay?” His voice going from an almost low growl to that of a tone with genuine compassion, it put you at ease and made you feel ten times more comfortable with the whole situation.

“Thank you, I needed that.” You lightly chuckle, “so, do you also touch yourself? Or, I mean I’m sure you get so many calls, sometimes you have to fake it.” You continue prodding until the conversation slowly goes in the right direction, in due time. He hums before he begins speaking, “I’ll be honest, I fake it about 80% of the time, after doing this so long you kind of get immune to the dirty talk and the moans.” You weren’t sure if you wanted that honesty, you definitely don’t want him to fake it with you.

After a beat of silence from you, as if he’s telepathically reading your mind through the phone he lets out a held breath softly distorting the sound on his side. “Shit, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that, I’m trying to make you comfortable and now you’re probably going to be worried about whether what I’m doing or saying is real.” He huffs. “No, I mean yeah that was my first thought but I guess I asked so you’d answer honestly. You’re right, I’ve never done anything like this before and I’m just curious on how it all works.” You begin playing with the buttons on your silky top out of nervousness.

“That’s alright, I’ve never had anyone call in curious about any of this, so it’s a nice change. You just tell me what you’re comfortable with and I’ll follow along. How does that sound, baby?” His tone pulls you in like a siren's song. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

You bite your lip, and begin rubbing at your pert nipple as you continue to speak. “Eddie?” Your voice sounded so soft, you almost didn’t recognize it. “Yes, sweetheart?” His voice, just as soft, answered. “Can you not pretend with me, please?” You sounded so delicate, so sweet. “I wasn’t planning on it, y/n.” His voice was wrapped in honey. ‘I wish I knew him outside of this’ pops into your head, but you quickly shake that thought away.

“Your voice is really sexy.” The burst of confidence makes your heart rate pick up. “Oh yeah?” His tone now cocky, you couldn’t help the movement of your right hand making its way into your little sleep shorts. “Mmhm, it is.” The words come out breathy. “Well thank you, sweet girl.” He says. “Mmm.” Is all you let out as you begin to rub your clit over your cotton panties, you can feel the very prominent wet spot in the center. “What are you doing, baby?” The seductive voice on the other end asks. “I have my hand in my shorts, I-I’m rubbing myself.” You say shyly.

Eddie’s eating it up on the other side, your innocence for what you’re engaging in, is really turning him on, he hasn’t been this aroused by a caller in what seems like forever. “How bout you take your little shorts off? Get comfortable.” He suggests, you oblige by lifting your hips and pulling your panties and shorts down in one go, dropping them off the side of your bed. “Okay, they’re off.” The last thing you wanted from this call was to feel desperate, yet here you are completely and utterly desperate for this man, who you didn’t even know. “Good girl,” his tone getting even more salacious, “open your legs up wide for me, baby.” You couldn’t hold back the moan that bubbled out of your chest at his words, you’d never been talked to like this, it was sending you into an orbit and you began to wonder if he was really local to your area like the commercial said, what you would do to meet him in real life and have all these words whispered into your ear as he pounded into your pussy.

“You like that, baby? You wanna be my good girl?” As those words left his mouth, you began to sink a finger into your drenched hole. “Fuck yes, I wanna be your good girl, please?” You beg as your lower lip slightly puckers. “Listen to you baby, you’re a natural.” He says with a chuckle, “such pretty little noises. You’re makin’ my dick hard, sweet thing.” He growls, “mmm, am I really?” You’re continuing the assault on your pussy, pushing your finger all the way in to the second knuckle, but you need more so you add another. “I told you baby, I’m not faking it with you, you make the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard, fuck!” He groans, you hear shuffling going on in the background. After adding the second finger you’re now letting out little sounds of “uh, uh” and “ah”. You can hear slick, wet sounds coming from him, “If I was there with you right now, what would you want me to do to you, baby?” He sounds breathless. “I would have your fingers inside of me, instead of mine. They’re too small.” You whine with a pout. “I would love to finger fuck you, baby.” He groans, “would you let me eat your pussy?” He sounds so needy, needy for you and it’s turning you on even more, if that’s possible. “I’ve never had anyone do that before.” You timidly say, “no? Well fuck now I wanna be the first guy to eat your pussy, make you feel so fucking good! I’d make you forget what your name was, after I’m done.” His breathing continues to pick up.

“Oh you’re cocky.” You giggle but it’s cut off by a guttural moan you let out after you take the wetness from your hole and begin rubbing your clit. “Fuck,” he moans before continuing. “I have a good reason to be.” He says with a heavy sigh. “Really? Why is that?” Your ministrations have picked up as the knot in your belly begins to tighten, “if you saw my dick in person you’d understand.” He chuckles, “describe it to me, Eddie.” You know the description is going to be what sends you over the edge. “It’s about 8 inches, cut and thick.” Your legs start shaking as you tense up your body, “keep going, omg please keep going.” You squeak. He laughs before he continues, “It’s so fucking hard right now, the tip is so red and I’m already leaking precum, baby.” The picture in your head is so vivid, god what you would do to be able to suck it, or bounce on it. “Eddie, fuck! It sounds so pretty.” The knot is wrapped so tight and your body is unbelievably tense. “Spit on it for me, baby and pretend it’s me on my knees, sucking your cock.” You were full of confidence now that you were on the verge of an earth shattering orgasm, “fuck, I’m the one suppose to be talking to you like that, but holy shit sweet thing, you’re about to make me cum. Are you close?” You debate on lying and edging yourself, you don’t want this phone call to end, but you can’t you’re already there and fuck does it feel amazing. “I’m cumming! Oh my god Eddie, I’m cumming!” You’ve never been a loud person in bed but you’ve also never been this turned on. If that says anything about your ex, then maybe you should be more appreciative that it ended.

“Fuck, I’m cumming too, baby!” You hear the slick noises get faster as Eddie’s moans get louder, as the crescendo of his orgasm crashes over him and now all you hear is the loud breathing of you both, coming down from your highs. “You still there?” He asks, after inhaling and exhaling a particularly deep breath. “Yeah, I’m still here.” You didn’t want this call to get awkward, you should probably just thank him for his time and hang up. “Do you wanna keep talking or are you good for the night?” His cocky laugh makes you playfully roll your eyes. “Well maybe I can call again, sometime?” You get up and slip your panties and shorts back onto your lower half. “Yeah baby, you can call whenever you like.” You can hear his smile, even though you can’t see it, but god you wish you could see it. “So if I were to call, say tomorrow same time, would you answer?” You ask nervously, “Well, I’m not supposed to do this and I never have, but I do have an extension number you can reach me on after dialing this one, if the line is busy then just hang up and try again until I answer, does that work?” You nod before remembering he can’t see you, “y-yeah, that works. What is it?” You dig in your side drawer pulling out an old receipt and pen, “it’s extension #045.” You scribble it down before throwing the pen back in the drawer, “okay, sounds good. You have a goodnight Eddie.” There was a giddiness to your tone, you hoped he didn’t pick up on. “Goodnight, baby. I’ll talk to you later?” He questioned, “yes, talk to you later.” You hang up and stand from your bed walking over to your mirror, sticking the number on one of the open spaces between the mirror and the wood encasing it.

You didn’t call Eddie until four days later, you were swamped with work and when you’d get home you were absolutely exhausted, you also didn’t wanna seem too eager so you were grateful work took up some of your time. But today was your day off and your plan was to stay home and talk to Eddie, maybe it’s stupid to spend your time talking to a phone sex operator but you can’t deny, he made you feel things you never have before.

When the clock hit 7:30pm you punched the number and the extension into the phone, to your disappointment it was busy, so you hung up and decided to occupy yourself for a little bit. After about 20 minutes you called back, Eddie almost immediately answered.

“Hello, thank you for calling dial-a-thrill, what’s your name?” You smile at the sound of his voice.

“Eddie, it’s y/n.” You were afraid the next time you called you’d feel as nervous as the last time, but luckily you had some sort of confidence this time round.

“Fuck, thank god! I had some real weirdos today.” He snorts “I haven’t heard from you, thought you wouldn’t end up calling back.” You could hear the disappointment in his voice. Wow, did he actually want to talk to you? A part of you thought he wouldn’t even remember you the next time you called, but here he is basically telling you he waited for your call, he thought about you. The thought made your cheeks rosy and made a warmth descend over your body.

“I’m sorry, I was really busy with work, and honestly way too exhausted, but luckily I didn’t have to go in today, so..” you trail off before he interrupts. “You don’t have to be sorry, baby. Guess I was just excited to hear from you.” Your eyes slightly widen at his words, excited to hear from me? You silently asked yourself. “Yeah, right. How many women call in and hear that?” You cackled at your words, but Eddie stayed silent. “I actually don’t tell anyone that, just like I’ve never given out my direct extension.” He takes a deep breath, “look, I’m sure you have your thoughts about me considering what my job is, but when I speak to other women it’s about sex and that’s it, for me and them. They don’t care if they’re talking to me or some other guy, I-I know this is weird, given this is our second time talking on the phone, but I really felt this connection with you I’ve never felt, talking to anyone else.” Your stomach fills with butterflies, you knew you felt something, you just didn’t expect him to feel it too. You couldn’t help but do a little giddy dance at his words, you felt like you were dreaming. You’ve been pining over this man for days, unable to get him out of your mind and you don’t even know what he looks like, you only have his voice and personality to go based on and somehow that makes the connection feel deeper. “Hey, um are you really local to Indianapolis?” You sheepishly ask. “I actually live in Hawkins, so kind of.” He says, but his next words catch you totally off guard, “would you like to maybe meet up sometime?”

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luminoustarlight · 6 months

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Leo Campo is a romantic. He’s a ladies man until he finds the one, but you better believe he treats every woman he’s ever hooked up with like they’re his world. He’s just an affectionate guy. Call it a symptom of being Italian. Pet-names roll off of his tongue smoothly, always punctuated with a little smirk.

“Can I get you anything else, sweetheart?” He’ll ask the unsuspecting girl at the bar.

The most frequent reply is “just your number,” which has definitely gotten old. He doesn’t actually give it out; he just takes them upstairs and gives them something better.

He’s a tender lover, always attentive to the needs of the woman he’s pleasuring. And the women are always satisfied.

Between the adoring nicknames and innate ability to make a woman cum three times before he cums himself, many girls begin hoping for something more than a one night stand. All of it offers them a false sense of the possibility of a relationship. Because how can a man be so sweet and not want something more?

Because Leo Campo is certain he’ll know the love of his life when he sees her. Maybe she walks into the bar, maybe he meets her while he’s coaching soccer.

Or, in your case, at your apartment where he’s delivering pizza.

If only you’d known how handsome the pizza delivery guy was going to be, you would’ve bothered to clean the smeared mascara from your eyes. You wouldn’t have answered the door with an oversized t shirt hanging off one of your shoulders, no bra to hold up your goods, and an old pair of sweatpants you’ve had since college.

“Oh my God,” slips out of your mouth. Your first instinct is to slam the door. Your tongue feels dry and your broken heart hasn’t forgotten how to hammer in your chest. Breakups happen every day. It’s okay that you look like a hot mess, minus the hot part.

You’ve ordered pizza from Vince’s dozens of times and that Jogi kid always delivers your pizza.

Who is this tall, dark-haired man with a smile that makes you think maybe you won’t feel miserable forever?

“How ya doin’?” He asks you, clearly not taking in any context clues as to how your night is going.

“Uh,” you begin unsurely. Are you really about to have a conversation with this guy in a pair of sweatpants with a guacamole stain on the right thigh? “I’ve been better. Hence the absolute atrocity standing before you.”

“Where?” He smiles without missing a beat. Because somewhere beneath your disheveled appearance, he sees a girl he desperately wants to get to know. Who broke your heart? And how does he mend it?

“I don’t suspect you have anyone to share this pizza with?”

“Not as of 8:16 this morning.” Yes, you know the exact minute you found your piece of shit ex-boyfriend cheating on you with his co-worker.

“Well, as of,” Leo checks his watch, “7:24 this evening, now you do.”

“You’re quite bold, aren’t you?”

“I suppose.”

“Aren’t you working?”

He shrugs. “It’s the end of my shift. Are you going to let me in?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Is this the beginning of a Dateline episode?”

This makes Leo chuckle. Of course you’re tentative. You’re an attractive, single woman who has no right trusting any man at all, let alone a random pizza delivery guy.

But there’s something about his smile that quells your anxiety. No ulterior motives, just genuine kindness.

“I can call my Ma, if you want,” Leo suggests half seriously. “You can talk to her and learn everything about me.”

Your bottom lip snags beneath your teeth as you open your door to let the handsome stranger in. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Leo.” He sets down your pizza on the coffee table. “Leo Campo.”

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elliesmistress · 2 months

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hi uhm so I’ve never done this before 😭😭, but could I request for a Camgirl!College!Ellie x college!Reader? Sorry if this seems stupid 😭🙏🏻

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yesss ofc, i'll write it for you hon <33

w/n, I haven't been writing lately like at all so I'm sorry if this is absolute shit <3 no i did not spell check this at all because I'm lazy so sorry for spelling mistakes. LISTEN; I am not from America but Ellie is based in America so I used college but I don't know the grading system, Year 11 is 15 and year 13 is 18! (AGE OF CONSENT IS 16 WHERE I LIVE)

MDNI (18+) - weed usage, oral (receiving), camgirl!ellie. you are recorded having sex but its all consensual and theres a safe word.

Ellie was your best friend, she always had been especially when you moved to college. you had known her throughout most of high school (year 11 to 13) but were never particularly close- that was until, well. you moved to college. you had met Dina during a lecture to which she had given you her number and you properly met Ellie.

You always knew she did streaming but you didn't exactly find out by asking what she does for work, more... seeing the live stream for yourself, first you were shocked and convinced someone had the same tattoo or exact same bed sheets and hot voice- no fucking way, Ellie fucking Williams does streaming, who would've thought?

This was the first time you had seen Ellie genuinely stressed out, she was pacing around your apartment with her hand on her forehead, her posture was terrible. it was like she was an 80 year old man. you were just trying to roll some joints so she could relax

"Ellie- fix your posture" you say in such a motherly tone, she groans and throws her head back (she doesn't fix her posture) . "it's not the end of the world ellie, just call someone and ask them im sure plenty of people will say yes" Ellie looks back at you and frowns, you lick the joint to seal it and give it to Ellie.

"one night stands scare me and i could do solo but that can only take me so far" Ellie says, grabbing the lighter out of her jean pocket and lighting the joint. ellie exhales the smoke and inhales again. you never really understood why ellie would do a job like this.... honestly, she'd be better off working at a fucking starbucks.

"why not Dina?" you question, with smoke pooling out of your nose. ellie looks at you in pure shock and horror "what? did i say something wrong?"

"Dinas boyfriend! would not appreciate that, also no shes my best friend" ellie giggles a bit, no secret at all. you always liked Ellie but you were shy and never really knew how to talk about your emotions. you also doubted ellie would find you attractive- you out of all the people in this fucking college. "if i don't make the money by-" she pauses thinking about it "like within the next two weeks, im fucked"

"I'd ask somebody i trust a lot and ask them nicely" you say, finishing your joint. you always smoked so fucking fast, you sigh. "Ellie look... you're smart girl im sure you could find someone" Ellie looks at you with those fucking puppy dog eyes the ones that make you want to faint everytime you see them.

"the only people i know well enough is cat, you or Dina but cat is my ex, dina has a boyfriend and i couldn't ask you to that for me" Ellie purposefully ignored the "smart" bit but you look at her in shock when she slightly suggests that you could possibly do it for her. maybe the weed was hitting you too hard-

"i mean...." you trial off and Ellie looks you in the eyes "well..." you didn't want to make Ellie uncomfortable or make it obvious that you liked her- though everyone knew you liked her, even her but she never teased you for it.

"i trust you Ellie and if you genuinely need help making money.... then I'll help you-" you look up at Ellie who looked shocked af, very shocked. she had never really thought of you as a sexual person at all. you were probably the most innocent out of all her friends (you were DEFINITELY the most innocent) whilst she was right you didn't lose your virginity until college, you weren't THAT innocent right?

She sighs looking down at the ground, shes definitely thinking about it. "i dont- i dont want you to do it just because i need money- but if your genuinely okay with it then we definitely could" Ellie smiles, moving to sit down next to you on the bed- she moves back and sits on your pillow, man spreading and tapping her thigh telling you to lay between her thighs. you were no stranger to cuddling Ellie, especially after a sesh.

she was massaging your scalp as you hum from the feeling, you look up at ellie who's definitely deep in thought "whatcha thinking about Ellie?" she moves her attention back onto you, now moving to massage your hips. "you're just so pretty" she mumbles, yep... she's definitely high.

it was 5.43PM on Friday night and you just finished your soccer game, your team had won.... but barely. you got home to your apartment, showered and got dressed. you smile as your phone dings while your brushing your hair and putting Billie Eilish perfume on.

Ellie: come over whenever. theres no rush xx

you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, slightly sucking on the metal ring in your lip. you and Ellie had agreed to stream at hers on Friday night. to say the very least, you were nervous. you hadnt had sex in at least 8 months but you trust ellie.

you put on your socks and your black slight platform converses, you sigh. grabbing your jumper, apartment keys and your water bottle, you look in the mirror to make sure you look okay (you were wearing a crop top and trackpants). grabbing everything you swiftly make it to ellies apartment (which was a 10 minute walk from yours) you knock on the door, "fuck!" you hear Ellie swear quietly followed by a big bang, you giggle. shes always the clumsy one. she opens the door with a smile.

"hey babe, come in" she opens the door further so you can come into her apartment, she looked good, she was just in a sports bra and you could see the calvin kelvin letters on her boxers under her track pants and her fucking abs. she has a small apartment but it was pretty. lots of guitars, books (lots of fucking books), even comics, space ships and dinosaur figures. she was such a kid at heart.

you both order some drinks to talk about everything and how it works.

"if you're not comfortable with something you tell me straight away, yeah? does that sound reasonable?" ellie looks at you with her piercing green eyes, you bite your bottom lip slightly "and we don't have to have sex or anything too hardcore because you've never streamed before and its easy to get overwhelmed"

you nod your head, "okay, and the safe word is 'bluetooth'?" to which ellie nods and smiles at you. you finish your drink, get up and go pee to find ellie man spreading on the bed like she always does.

god damn it- why does she have to be so fucking fine?

you smile at her and go in between her thighs and your head is resting on her chest, she's got her chin on top of your head. "just lemme know when you're ready and I'll get you ready" you nod and slowly move her hand up to cup your breasts, her hands were rough but yet so, so, gentle at the same time. she leans down to kiss your neck which forces a whine to leave your mouth-

Ellie's hands start to move down towards your thighs, you can feel Ellie's tongue on your neck as she kisses you. she lightly fiddles with the waistband of your track pants, you slightly buck your hips to Ellie's touch and she chuckles.

"is it okay, if i go on you?" ellie mumbles between kisses on your neck, "please els, yes" she swiftly moves on top of you, lips smashing onto yours. you open your mouth slightly and ellie takes advantage of this and sucks on your bottom lip, you whine loudly and ellie chuckles and smiles into the kiss and you do the same. she puts all of her body weight onto you and puts her thigh in between your legs "its okay, you can move" she reassures you, knowing that your desperate for some friction.

you slowly start to grind onto Ellies legs causing you to whimper. "such a good girl, fuck" ellie groans softly as she starts removing your t shirt, you sit up slightly to get it off and she tries to undo your bra "here" you giggle, unclipping your bra for her. shes practically drooling at the sight of your tits. you keep grinding up slowly into her leg and she leans down to suck on your nipple, you softly grab onto her hair, massaging her scalp as she sucks on your tit....

you become more desperate for more friction and start to speed up.

"els, pleaseeeee" you whine. "what do you need babe? use your words" she moves up to your neck and sucks on your neck, there's definitely going to be a massive purple bruise there in the morning that you'll have to hide from everyone.

"mm'need more, els please" she stops and looks at your eyes. "im ready now" she smiles and gets up to set the camera up, shes still in her bra and pants. it takes her a few minutes, she gets two water bottles and goes between your thighs again-

"they won't be able to see me or your face, dont worry" you smile down at her "wasn't worried baby" you whisper, she tugs at pants and you nod, she swiftly takes off both your pants and your thin pink panties- you tug at her bra and she strips immediately.

how the fuck did this week turn out like this? you were now fucking your literal crush, YOUR BEST FRIEND.

she kisses down your torso and your legs wrapped around her back and shoulders- your breath hitches as you feel her breath over your clit, looking up at you with doe eyes waiting for you okay. "is ok, i trust you els. do whatever you want to me" that was all ellie needed to hear, she immediately latches onto your clit which produces a really fucking loud whimper, even you had never heard yourself like that. you cover your mouth in embarrassment to which ellie pulls your hand away from your mouth

"nuh-uh, i wanna hear you fucking moan" she groans sending vibrations to your clit which makes you moan louder. your back is arching off her bed and your right hand is in ellies hair slightly tugging at it.... Ellie was desperate for relief between her own thighs so she moves her own hand down to her cunt, moaning as she speeds up.

"fuck els- f-fuck- don't stop, fuck me" you whine "ellie please fuck- im so close, so so fucking close" your moaning gets louder and so does your breathing. "i know baby, i know cmon"

"c'mon baby mhpm, come on my face-" she speeds up the movement with her tongue, now shes got both hands on your thighs to stop you from shutting them on her head. this sends you into overdrive, your eyes roll back so much they might get fucking stuck, your legs twitching hard, you feel your orgasm approaching.

"Fuck!! fuck! im coming" your pussy clamps down onto nothing, your legs start to shake and the loudest moan your sure the entire college heard you. "thats a good fucking girl" ellie praises keeping the same pace to help you ride out your orgasm, "els too much! too much!!" she pulls her head away and chuckled, hair stuck to your forehead, completely fucked out of your mind, your attempts to get your breath back was not working as well as you had planned- she turns off the stream, sits down on the bed. water in hand touching your shoulder and rubbing slightly to bring you back down.

"babe- the stream ended. you did so fucking good baby" you look up at her, smile and she hands you the water to which you chug immediately. "c'mon i gotta change the bed sheets" you look down to see a massive sweat mark on her bed "m'sorry els"

"no no, babe. it's fine. go shower and I'll hop in once I've made the bed"

getting into bed with Ellie was such a relief for you, she was being the big spoon and her face was crooked into the back of your neck. you could feel her steady hot breaths on your neck.

"i love you els" she squeezes your hand a bit. "love you too baby"

#the last of us #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie smut #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie imagine #ellie williams #wlw post #wlw nsft #wlw #wlw love #lesbianism #lesbians #tlou part 2 #tlou2 #tlou

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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AITA for making my sister break up with her boyfriend?

My (20M) sister, “S” (28F) has been dating this man, “D” (40M) for about two years now. I didn’t like D at first, before I met him — I liked my sister’s ex-girlfriend a lot and hated her new partner on instinct. I especially didn’t like D when I found out he was 12 years older than my sister, who isn’t even 30 yet. (And yes, I know, there is nothing really wrong or creepy about a 28 and 40 year old dating, she is more than old enough to make her own choices. However, consider this fact: I am allowed to have biased opinions on my sister’s dating life. That’s basically my job as a little brother.)

I thought I would warm up to D eventually, but I never really did. He’s not awful, really… just didn’t have any personality I cared for. He’s very boring. Very obviously a 40 year old man, if you catch my drift. I don’t see what my sister sees in him, but, whatever, right? She’s happy, that’s all that matters. Except the longer I knew him, the less and less I liked him.

While at first he came off as a casual, polite guy, the more I saw of him, I realized how rude he is. He always comes to family gatherings late (and last Thanksgiving he literally fell asleep and wasn’t seen for the entire last half of the night. He didn’t even get to eat.), he never greets me when he sees me, and I realized he belittles my sister a lot, too. When she excitedly shared her birthday plans with him, he immediately laughed and tore her down, saying “who would even go to that?” in response, for one example of that.

Now, I definitely wouldn’t have gone to the lengths that I did if this was a casual boyfriend. However, my sister is dead set on this guy. She’s even talked about marrying him and starting a family, and she’s a total hippie. She’s NEVER talked about that kind of thing, not with any partner she’s EVER had. Never even crossed her mind before. I refuse to let this man be my brother-in-law, and I refuse to let my sister spend the rest of her life with this scumbag that nobody in the family likes. (And obviously, for the record, I and the rest of my family have tried to speak with S about her boyfriend before. But as you can probably guess, most people don’t really listen when their family says “we don’t like your boyfriendddd!!” or else nobody in the entire world would have a relationship.)

So, one day when D left his phone in a room alone with me on accident, I had a plan. When I returned it to him, I gave S a subtle concerned look, and whispered that I had to talk to her when he left. When he did leave, I told her I saw conspicuous messages from another woman on there. I knew, obviously, that there was no proof, but I knew she would believe me over him, with the simple excuse of “he probably deleted the messages from his phone” excusing the lack of evidence. She believed me just like I thought, and dumped him.

Maybe I overreacted here. It’s not like D was (to my knowledge) abusive, just an asshole. And I know that if S ever finds out what I did, it will destroy her trust in me forever. At best, I’m honestly expecting JAH. But I still don’t regret what I did. I just won’t let my sister spend the rest of her life with a man like him. She’s a kind, attractive, fun woman, and she plays for both teams, so I know she can do better. I felt like I had no other choice and they didn’t seem to be breaking up by their own choice anytime soon.

So, am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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vesora · 1 year

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is law of assumption real? yeah

i have come across an individual vilifying the loa community and i find their statements kinda funny and stupid but i love having my beliefs challenged bc i can know why i believe in this. please also read my response to this other girl who thought loa ppl were crazy. it is ok to think if it’s crazy. ur welcome to criticize it. also, i am using aesthetic pictures bc of my ocd, i need things to be divided.

this is for the people who want to listen whether LOA is real from MY perspective:

firstly, i was primed for law of assumption from a young age. this means that i experienced many and i mean MANY spiritual things from a young age. i saw spirits (not hallucinations, it was my dead grandma who i had never seen and i described her down to her ring to my dad and he started crying because it was her), started speaking french at random points without ever having consciously learned the language, heard random piano compositions in my ear which i had never heard before, had visions which protected me/warned me about the future/informed me about the future and many manyyy more things. this proves to me the power of the subconscious mind.

the difference between someone who was born with their third eye awakened versus someone who has no spiritual experiences + is not open-minded to it, is that they will view spiritual phenomena from a materialistic practical sense.

this is saddening, because humans before being impacted by materialism were so spiritual and we were the ones who created the pyramids and all the structures you see on earth. we did that.

anyways,

is it real?

my opinion: yes.

no i am not in a cult waiting to pounce on the next vulnerable piece of meat. in fact, my future career is removing people out of cults and helping trafficking victims but anyways.

i have manifested things far beyond logic. you know how and why? because manifestation is the most basic human trait. and awakening to the fact that you are the creator of your reality is the most liberating amazing feeling and practice. i manifested one of my dying cats becoming free of cancer. that is not luck. that is manifestation. i manifested bad circumstances away. not luck, manifestation. i manifested all my exes leaving me the SAME way because i had assumed they would. not a coincidence, manifestation. there is definitely a lot we don’t know about the universe. i can’t say with certainty that all things are attributed to us which is also why i hate any form of victim blaming. but one thing is for sure is that humans have more control over our lives than we think. we don’t need a divine presence outside of us to dictate us the circumstances in OUR lives.

also, law of assumption is not law of attraction. law of attraction is “AHHH DONT THINK BAD THOUGHTS OR U WILL GET BAD JUJU” very fear-based, also seen in dogmatic religions. law of assumption uses a CBT based approach to change assumptions and therefore, influence reality. you have every right to not believe in this and even chastise me for it, i understand. however, i know this is real for me.

i was a victim of many racist attacks, however, as soon as i decided that the outside world is safe for me, i never had ONE negative experience. is this a coincidence? not for me, no. this is a human taking control of their life. this is a human not bound by societal expectations and leaning into divine energy and expressing the truest essence of one’s self. i am not blaming myself for being a victim, it is the racist’s fault. i am not blaming other victims, it is the perpetrators’ fault. however, if there is any fucking chance i can help a victim, i will take it, i do NOT care.

things i manifested regarding other people towards me:

1. no more racism towards me, family and friends.

2. parents being emotionally available with me

3. my friends expressing affection the way i want them to

4. my mum making me the exact food i visualised many times

5. my professor saying the exact words to me as i visualised

6. my friends saying to me the exact words i visualised

7. this guy flirting with me out of nowhere because i visualised it

8. and many more stuff this shit is too easy so

maybe i feel this strongly because i am a fighter for the working class. my main goal in life is to help liberate all oppressed people. if there is any chance that it can be done by mind, i would take it. would you not? would you not help people by the means you have helped yourself?

how can you so strongly and with such conviction without ever practising the law come to a conclusion that is a harmful new age ideology when the maxim prevalent in so many esoteric practices (yes, non-white too) have preached that reality is made by the mind? will we ignore the science behind it too? will we ignore the cia declassified documents? will we ignore ancient accounts of reality shifting? will we ignore hermes trismegistus? will we ignore rumi? will we ignore plato?

you can ignore this. i won’t, however. this is the liberation of the human soul. having said this, anyone is welcome to criticise the LOA community, look at us as vultures, think we are crazy. i value all opinions (even if they’re wrong HAHA sorry).

how is loa different from dogmatic religion?

well for one, there is evidence for conscious manifestation (e.g. dr joe dispenza’s books). i personally do not like religion. i have religious trauma so if you are religious, id advise you to not read this section. abrahamic religion is based on fear to oppress minorities, trap human potential and it also makes you rely on luck and wishful thinking (this view is only if the holy books were to be taken in the literal sense and abused by ministers etc) whereas the human is able to decide its own fate. law of assumption liberates the human by putting the human from an us vs them view to an us AND them view, meaning everyone is one and the same. this is not a christian thing, this is a well documented thing featured in asian philosophy. consciousness is the thing that unites us all. it is within you and it is within me. religion (abrahamic) forces you to look at the people who are not like you, aka dont believe what you do, as these other creatures who have defied the will of God and ahhh will face wrath. LOA instead empowers the individual and promotes free will. i understand if you think this is dangerous, the woo-woo stuff, just dont practise it.

how is loa not a cult?

loa CAN be misused in a cult but on its own it is not a cult. no one in the loa community is forcing the individual to join this practice which lowkey is just manifestation. however, i get your concerns and i advise you to read this reply: x

i wish i took pics of my cat when she was sick so i could provide u guys evidence but of course i didnt take any pics.

anyone is welcome to leave. anyone is welcome to adjust loa to their lives the way they see fit.

the void state

i doubt that so many people are lying about manifesting in the void state. i do think it’s not a big deal but i definitely don’t think it’s fake. besides, whats the harm in trying?

thing is right, if you are not garnering results or whatever, u dont need to stay. i stayed regardless of whether i manifested my shit instantly or not (which in the beginning was hard for me) because i believed in the philosophy, it resonated with me and it didn’t make me alienate my fellow man. however, if you feel you have a chance of being manipulated here or idk what, don’t join this practice. seriously, it’s okay. i am not being sarcastic or anything, because you are welcome to stay or leave. you are welcome to compliment me or insult me. i will love you either way for you are my fellow man.

also this is so random and a general thing but only psychoanalytic/psychodynamic psychologists use the subconsciously thing.

#loa #law of assumption #manifesting #manifestation #neville #neville goddard

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violetsaffron5 · 1 year

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Love the Way You Lie

Pairing: toxic!gojo x toxic!reader

“High off of love, drunk from her hate, it's like I'm huffing paint and I love her, the more I suffer, I suffocate and right before I'm about to drown she resuscitates me, she fucking hates me.” He doesn’t want you to leave, but he’s constantly pushing you away. Nobody ever said leaving Gojo Satoru was going to be easy, especially when he decides he wants you to stay. Fic inspired by Love the Way You Lie by Eminem.

Words: 5.4k

CW: toxic relationship, fingering, overstimulation, vaginal sex, Gojo being an asshole, slight dacryphilia, breeding, rough sex, creampie

AN: This is my entry for @zorotits Ex's and Oh's collab and I had so much fun writing Gojo being a little shit.

AN2.0: this fic takes inspo from Love The Way You Lie, however there is no physical abuse! This is definitely a type of relationship I think a lot of people can relate to, so if this something that's hard for you to read or triggering, please skip!

Being new to Tokyo Tech, you decided to accept Shoko’s invitation and go out to the bars after work one day. You didn’t expect your life to change that night by meeting Gojo Satoru, who happened to show up, complaining Shoko was keeping the new girl to herself.

The two of you hit it off immediately, finding common ground in your dislike for the higher ups, and your desire to change the Jujutsu world for the better. After listening to his smooth voice and honeyed words for the better part of the evening you went back to his penthouse with him.

It didn’t take long for your legs to be entwined, lips locked in a tender embrace, an instant mutual attraction where your future seemed so bright, high off each other's love that slowly turned into a sickening love-hate.

After a few nights together he went to the higher-ups, insisted he be the one to train with you, to take you out on missions. Even in the beginning, he never wanted you far from him, until he was ready to push you away.

It’s the kind of relationship you hear about, only seen in the movies where after every heated argument you’re pushed against the wall, or on top of him, hands around his throat as he thrusts into you with reckless abandon.

You hate it, but you also can’t help but love how you get lost in each other’s touch after every fight. And you love him too much to truly walk away for good. You say you’re going to leave, but you’re never really gone.

At some point in your relationship boundaries cease to exist, and trust went out the window months ago, the way the two of you were always looking through each other’s phones, computers and even stooping so low as to read work emails.

“Where are you going?” He asks as you grab the duffle bag filled with your things, headed for the front door.

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m leaving.” You answer, cheeks stained with tears.

“No, you’re not.” He gives a wry, pissed off chuckle before another argument sets in.

More yelling, more tears and after it’s all said and done you end up making up the same way you always do, promising it’ll never happen again.

And things would be fine for a while after that - when things were good between you, they were great.

His penthouse would be filled with joy and laughter as you watch movies, holding onto one another, but inevitably you would get fed up, try leaving once again.

Both of your words are filled with venom when you fight, argue and scream, as objects are thrown across the room and broken against the wall in frustration because he’s so intense, and so are you, fiery and passionate. It’s too much together.

You know it but it’s so hard to let go because you love him so much.

He makes a mountain out of a molehill, seeing a work related text from Ijichi on your phone, shattering the screen in the palm of his hand in anger as he accuses you of seeing another man behind his back, and in response you would throw the stand his precious glasses sit on, watching it shatter as soon as it hits the ground. You stare each other down, neither relenting until your bags are packed and you’re leaving once again, falling back into the same pattern.

He says he hates routines but he sure seems to love this one.

“Baby, please, come back,” he begs quietly outside the bedroom door of your apartment when you refuse to let him in after your hundredth break up, “it wasn’t you, baby, it was me. This one’s on me. Let me in, let me say I’m sorry.”

He always comes, flowers in hand. He always brings your favorites.

And after a while of hearing his strained voice through the door, you open it and accept the gift, you always do. He always knows what to do and say to bring a smile to your face, the tears that were streaming ten minutes ago slowly forgotten as he wipes the last of them away with his thumb, promising it’ll never happen again.

He says you’ll both work on your attitudes and tempers, and learn how to communicate better with one another. You both promise to never use such violent words against one another, promise to never say things you don’t mean again.

It never happens, and you’re both at fault.

He kisses you sweetly, whispers sweet nothings and apologies in your ear until you’re writhing in pleasure underneath him, wrapped in his arms in the morning, makeup still smeared from your tears of pain and pleasure the night prior.

But you can’t keep doing this, you know you can’t. You’re too deep in this cycle of destruction and the only way to stop is for one of you to finally walk away.

So you push his arms off of you, “don’t touch me. I can’t keep doing this Satoru.”

“I thought we made up last night, what the fuck happened already?” He’s following you out of your room like a lost puppy, “you can’t leave me. I can’t lose another person I love.”

“I can’t keep going down this path with you. This is the last time. I mean it.”

“Okay.” He answers quietly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, “we’ll get it right this time. I swear.”

He says he’s sorry, it’ll never happen again, just like all the other times before, even though you know it’s all a lie.

And you always did love his lies.

It only took a few weeks this time, before your back is pressed against the wall of your apartment, tears running down your face, unable to catch your breath as you press your palms into your eyes and tug at the roots of your hair because it’s over this time.

And you really mean it.

Staring at yourself in the mirror of the upscale restaurant bathroom you’re currently standing in, you look over your makeup while adding a little extra lipstick before throwing the tube back into your clutch purse and moving the necklace you’re wearing to sit in the center of your chest again.

You sigh deeply to yourself, this is a place you and Satoru had come to several times during the course of your relationship. You know you shouldn’t be thinking about your ex while you’re out on a date with another man, but the fact that you are likely means you’re really not ready to put yourself back out there.

Shoko had come over a few weeks ago, during one of the times you were having a breakdown, ready to run back to Satoru’s arms. She brought several bottles of alcohol, reminded you of why you broke up again and that you were adamant about not going back to him this time. So, she suggested you put yourself back out there and try dating someone else for a change.

A few too many shots later and you agreed with her, downloading a dating app to your phone, the two of you giggling into the night while making the profile.

That’s how you ended up here, out with a window. A compromise, you told yourself, someone who has a foot in the Jujutsu world you don’t have to lie about your daily life to, and someone who couldn’t manage to be as much of an asshole or nearly as emotionally stunted as the man you fell in love with.

“Everything okay?” Your date asks as you make your way back to the table and take your seat across from him. He’s attractive, clean cut with raven hair, deep brown eyes where you can barely see his pupils but still incredibly beautiful. He works a desk job in accounting for some bank you’ve never heard of.

“Yeah, everything’s great,” you smile at him, “just freshening up my makeup.”

He cocks his head to the side while smiling, “you look great, er, beautiful, I mean.”

You smile back and sigh, the first date you’ve had since Satoru and it’s… fine. He’s nice enough, talks a lot about his desk job, tries to relate to you about how important his own secondary job as a window is in your world. You sit and listen, nodding along as you play with the straw of your drink, hand resting on your chin.

He does most of the talking, asks what kind of movies you like, what your favorite color is. Simple, surface level questions which were meant to get to know one another but you just couldn’t be less interested if you tried.

There’s no passion in his voice, rarely any sort of influx in his tone - just monotone, droning on and on. It’s too much to ask, you know that, to go on a single date and run into someone who could keep your interest; after all, it’s not every day you run into someone who dislikes the higher ups and has a desire to change the way the world you live in works. Hell, you doubt the man across from you even knows there are higher ups in charge.

“Yeah, I’ll have a tequila sunrise, no tequila. That shit’s nasty.”

“Sir, that would just be orange juice and grenadine.”

“Perfect. Extra grenadine.”

You still at the familiar voice coming from behind you, eyes widening as Satoru comes to stand next to you, hands in his pocket, a saccharine smile spread across his face.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You hiss incredulously, looking at him horrified and embarrassed.

Satoru looks at you from behind his dark square shades with a raised eyebrow, feathering his jaw.

You look good, all things considered, with the dress you’re wearing pinching at your waist, pushing your breasts together in the most alluring way, leaving just enough of your cleavage exposed to still be classy.

You were looking to get fucked tonight and he does not like that one bit.

Satoru let himself fall in too deep with you, in over his head and he tried to push you away over and over again but he also couldn’t bear the thought of living this lonely, sad existence without you. So a tug of war began in your relationship. He knows you’re suffocating because of him, so he tried to stay away this time, but when Shoko let it slip you were going out tonight with a window-

Well, he couldn’t stay away any longer.

He knows you can do better than that - he'd rather accept you running off with Nanami behind his back because at least he would treat you like a queen, in the ways Satoru never could. Hell, he’d even accept you defecting and running off to follow Suguru.

But a window?

That’s just a disgrace.

Satoru points behind him to a woman at a booth sucking her teeth, arms folded over her chest, one leg crossed over the other bouncing in annoyance as she glares at you from across the room, “I’m on a date too. Saw you here, thought I’d come say hi.”

“Great. I hope you treat her better than you treated me.”

Satoru opens his mouth, ready to retort, but your date cuts in. He's clearly nervous, a little sweaty now because he clearly knows who The Strongest is. He shifts in his seat slightly with wide eyes that could bulge out of his head at any moment.

“You’re G-Gojo Satoru?”

“The one and only,” Satoru replies cockily, “so you guys fuck yet or what?”

“Oh my god, Satoru, that is none of your business!”

He laughs, “okay, well I’ll take that as a no then.”

“Take it however you want and just leave us alone.” You’re seething, of course he’s out on a date and of course it just happens to be at the same place you’re at.

Rather than leaving, Satoru sits next to you, making himself at home, spreading his long legs out under the table and spreading them wide, just to take up as much space as humanly possible. He snakes his arm around your shoulder and you stiffen from the contact, unable to help the jolt that's sent between your legs after not having felt his smooth hands on your body for so long when he gently caresses your exposed shoulder with his thumb.

“Who-Why is he here?” Your date looks at you, an expression just as mortified as your own.

“He’s my-”

“Boyfriend.”

“Ex.” You clarify as Satoru rolls his eyes from behind his glasses because that’s just semantics.

Your date purses his lips, looking between the two of you before clearing his throat, “right, well, this is a lot, so I’m going to head out. It was, uh, nice meeting you.”

“Ouch, first date, huh? That sucks.” Satoru laughs loudly as your date exits the booth, grabs his coat jacket and makes his way out of the restaurant.

“Fuck you. Move so I can leave.”

“No, I don’t think I will. In fact, I’ll just have Jazmyne join us, that’ll be fun to watch.” Satoru smiles at you, ready to call his date over to your table.

“You’ve already ruined my evening, Satoru. The least you can do is move out of my way so I can go home alone,” you hiss, blood boiling at his antics. You wouldn’t put it past him to have planned this entire thing just so you couldn’t go out with someone else, “and after tonight I never want to see you again.”

He chuckles, looking at you with a sly grin, “sure, babe.”

“I put in a transfer request. I’m done, we can’t be near each other.”

Satoru stills at your comment, looking you up and down, “to where?”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, “away from here, away from you. I was serious when I said I can’t keep doing this.”

He watches you, the way small tears prick the corner of your eyes, the way you swallow thickly and your shoulders slump slightly. You’re telling the truth, you really want to leave and be done. After a few minutes of silence, he moves, letting you out of the booth.

Satoru noticed before your date left that he didn’t bother paying, leaving the bill to you. You’re clearly too upset to have realized as well, so he sighs, pulling out his wallet and throwing too many bills on the table for the dinner you didn’t even order yet. Pursing his lips, he watches your hips sway as you make your way out of the restaurant deciding to follow suit, because there’s no way he’s just going to let you leave.

“What are you doing?” Satoru is standing beside you, on the sidewalk just outside of the restaurant, hands in his pocket.

“Taking you home?” He answers as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

“Just - go back to your date.”

“Nah, gotta make sure you get home safe.”

There’s no point in trying to argue with him, you’ve learned well enough that it will just result in more tears and pain, and you’d probably give in and take him back at the end of it. So, you make your way to your apartment with him in tow.

And despite wearing heels, the bastard doesn’t even offer to warp you there.

“You know,” he says as soon as you enter the hall of your apartment, “if I were that shitty little window, I would have had you spread out across the table-”

“No, you wouldn’t have Satoru,” you say exasperatedly, opening the door to your apartment, “you would have been too busy arguing with me over something trivial and meaningless.”

“I don’t want to fight all the time.” He hopes you can hear the sincerity in his voice.

You scoff and roll your eyes, closing the door but his foot blocks the path before he easily pushes it open, entering your space, “right, I can totally tell. It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s over, we’re over and I’d like to move on and pretend we never happened.”

“You sure about that?” He smirks, amused.

“Satoru, I don’t care what you think, just leave.”

“Baby, you’re so cute when you lie.” He coos, voice low and smooth as he removes his glasses, crystalline eyes shining in the light of your apartment as he walks over to you.

“You went out with another man tonight, wearing a dress I bought you. You’re also wearing that shade of lipstick I always loved on you when you’d be between my legs,” he runs his thumb over your bottom lip as he watches in amusement, “wearing the necklace I got you for our anniversary. You even let me follow you back to your place without so much as a mild argument.”

You roll your eyes and click your tongue. All of those things were just a coincidence, you certainly didn’t mean to pick out several items he bought for you, and the only reason you let him follow you was because you already know there’s no way to get him to leave you alone despite how many times you tell him to.

“Satoru, I can’t keep doing this back and forth with someone who doesn’t love me, so just get out.”

“You think I don’t love you?” He laughs, “maybe if you keep this shit up I won’t.”

You stare at him, pissed but not the least bit surprised about what he just said, always turning it around. It’s the same thing all over again. He doesn’t want you to leave, but is constantly pushing you away.

“See this is what I’m talking about, every single time, Satoru! You don’t want me so we fight non-stop and then you say things will change and they never do! It’s just lies, all of it has always been lies.”

He stares at you for a long moment, before you’re speaking at the same time.

“That’s not true-”

“Just get out-”

The two of you are arguing now, such a familiar sight, speaking over one another, arguing about your relationship. You’re trying to make a point about how hot and cold he’s always been but his lips are on yours before you can finish your thought, hand on the back of your head, holding you close to him so you won't push away, you’re gripping onto his silky button up shirt with no plans of letting go.

Satoru pushes you against the wall with enough force the picture hanging in your entryway rattles on its hook while lifting you by the back of your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist. It’s an automatic response, the way your hips move on their own to rut against him, you can’t help it.

“Gonna,” he sighs against you, “gonna make a mess on my pants if you keep doing that,” he runs his hands over your thighs, gripping into the plush of your ass, squeezing hard enough bruises begin to blossom around his fingertips.

He pulls away, moving his hands to rip the top of your dress, exposing your breasts as the soft fabric pools at your waist. He’s entranced by you, always has been, especially now, watching the way your tits rise and fall so beautifully with every heave of your chest.

“Look at you,” he coos, hips moving in time with yours, dry humping you against the wall, “can’t go more than a few weeks without needing me.”

“Fuck you,” you’re ripping open his shirt, the small buttons flying out in every direction. Neither of you care, he’ll buy a new one, hands roaming over his sinewy torso and chest.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he dips his hand in the space between his stomach and your thighs, groaning into you as he runs his fingers through your slick folds, his cock is straining against his thigh, so hard it hurts.

Satoru chuckles at your feistiness, he always did love it, “you know,” he slips two fingers in watching with an icy stare, “I can scare away anyone you try to date with a single glance.” He angles his fingers up, running them along the spot that always makes your legs shake and quiver, using his thumb to encircle your clit causing you to clench around his fingers as he smirks at your reaction.

You’re moaning his name, pulling him in closer to you, hand gripping his soft white tresses as you do so. He loves how malleable you are to his touch, the way you melt as soon as his lips are on yours. You’d let him do anything he wanted.

There’s a knot forming quickly in the center of your core. Satoru knows your body like the back of his hand, knows all of the spots that have you crying out, whimpering and convulsing around him.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll let you cum as many times as I want.” He coos, leaning forward to whisper next to you, his hot breath on the shell of your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine.

He pumps his fingers, brushing your spot every time, he knows you're close, the way you’re mewling into him, bucking your hips as he picks up his pace, the palm of his hand slapping against your clit with every thrust.

“S’toru- I’m-” your words are cut short with a series of broken moans as he continues to pump his fingers, working you through your orgasm, the small space filled with lewd squelching noises as your walls clench and legs tremble around him.

He slows his pace, continuing to rub slow circles on your sweet spot watching the way you arch your back away from the wall, your soft breasts pressing into his hard chest.

“Satoru, wait-”

“Nah. I’m good.” His voice is stern, hardened as he continues to run his fingers along your insides, “I already told you, you’ll cum as many times as I want.”

He knows if it’s too much you’ll use the safe word you agreed on, but he knows you won't. As much as you’re trying to pretend you don’t love what he’s doing to you, he knows you do.

You let out a chain of embarrassing whimpers as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, steadily increasing his pace again until you’re shattering around him over and over and over.

Through each and every one of your orgasms Satoru’s soft lips are on yours before planting several soft kisses over your flushed face before moving down to suck and nip at several spots along your neck, chest and shoulders.

Closing your eyes, you rest your head back against the cool wall before he shoves his fingers in your mouth. You open your eyes and watch him; cheeks pink, lips parted, eyes half lidded, pupils blown with lust watching the way you swirl your tongue around, tasting your arousal as he works to undo the button and zipper of his pants.

You let out a loud gasp when you feel the blunt end of his thick cock slide through your folds, tip teasing your clit, pulling your hips away from him automatically at the sensitive feeling.

Satoru grabs your hip and pulls you forward again as he continues to tease you, sliding his cock up and down your soaked cunt.

“S-sensitive,” you whine, trying to wiggle your hips out of his grasp.

“You can handle it.” He remarks bluntly, leaning forward to suck a tender spot below your ear, “besides, you deserve this, don’t you? Trying to make me jealous, going out with another man.”

“No.” You answer firmly, breathlessly as he leans up, amusement in his eyes at your response, “we’re over. Just-just fuck me already, Jesus.”

He chuckles, letting his cock circle your clit a few times, twitching when he hears your pretty little gasps, before teasing your entrance, “I’ll let you have it when I’m -ah-” you buck up, his tip slipping past your folds. He lets out a loud groan, lips ghosting yours as you slide down the length of his cock despite his words, “ha- you bitch.”

Satoru rolls his hips a few times, both of you moaning at the feeling of having each other just one more time, because that’s all this can be, even if he’s not ready to give you up yet.

“I made you everything you are. Training you, taking you on missions,” he rambles through clenched teeth, pulling out about half way and slamming back into you, “you’re mine, aren’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes,” you answer in a broken whine, moving your hips back to meet his every thrust, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix in a way you know you’ll be sore later “all yours.”

It’s an automatic response at this point, even when you’re delirious, getting fucked within an inch of your life. He gets jealous, seeing you speak with Nanami, smiling at Ijichi and now it’s another routine, a part of your relationship you had come to expect.

“Yeah, fucking right you are, baby,” he groans, slamming his hips into yours relentlessly, watching your tits bounce in time with his thrusts as tears pick in the corner of your eyes, making his own light up as they overflow and spill down your cheek. “You wanna change the world? You know that’s only possible when you’re by my side."

He regrets pushing you away, the way he lets you leave each time your bags are packed. Despite your words, he knows, deep down, you’re not going to take him back this time, but he wants you to, even if it’s incredibly selfish of him - he doesn’t give a shit. Doesn’t want to know or think about you going out, being with someone else, being happier with someone else. Not when you could and should be with him.

“Gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” His lips slam into yours, hot searing kisses on your lips, tongues gliding together sloppily until he moves to nip at your ear lobe, “gonna fill you so full, put a baby inside you - won't be able to leave then, will you?”

He laughs next to your ear, unhinged, high pitched and amused with his own thoughts, his hot breath tickles your neck, sending a jolt right to the apex of your thighs.

“You’re demented. I hate you -shit-” your hands are under his open shirt on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood, he doesn’t try to stop you or use his infinity. He lets it happen, his own twisted form of punishment for watching you drown under him and being unable and unwilling to let you resurface.

Satoru rests his head against the wall, heavy breaths fanning your ear, his cock twitching each time you grace him with one of your pretty moans, the picture frame continuing to rattle with each thump of your body against the wall.

“I hate you too,” he kisses your jaw, licks the trail of tears streaming down your cheek, leaving a kiss below your eye before ripping the rest of the silky fabric of your dress from your waist, letting it fall to the floor, “you take my cock so fucking well, baby.”

You look down, moaning at the sight of where you’re connected, watching the way his thick cock disappears in your cunt. He runs his hand along your abdomen, where the familiar bulge from his cock sits.

“Right there keep going, harder, please.”

Satoru watches your eyes roll back, watches the way the sheen of sweat that’s formed over your body glistens in the light of your apartment. You’re so gorgeous with the blush that’s formed on your cheeks down to your neck, with your sweet, breathy moans that are only for him.

He snakes his arm around your hips, pulling your ass out from the wall, leaving your shoulders connected, putting you in the most severe arch you’ve ever been in. His hands are cemented on your hips keeping you in place while he fucks into you with reckless abandon, throwing his head back, using your body however he wants, however he needs.

“Nobody will want you -ah- if you have a kid with me. Scare off any fucking date you have, you’ll have to stay with me then, won’t you baby?”

The sound of your arousal drips obscenely to the floor below, as he pins your hands over your head, using his infinity to keep them against the wall as he continues to fuck into you. Grabbing your legs from his waist, he pushes your knees down to your face, literally folding you in half, eyes rolling to the back of his head from the feeling of your soft, warm walls tightening around his cock.

“Shit, right there,” you gasp as his hips falter, “don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Your walls clench and shudder around him, encouraging him to speed up, to cum inside you like he knows you want him to. You’re clenching around him, hard, before you know it, body shivering like you’re seizing, vision going white as your high takes over all your senses.

Satoru lets out a string of breathy moans, brows furrowed at the feeling of your walls squeezing him for all he’s worth, hammering into you until his hips are stuttering and he’s no longer able to hold back.

“Take my cum, baby,” he hisses, thrusts sloppier than ever as he loses himself in you, “I love you so fucking much.”

He lets out a deep guttural groan as his release floods your insides, and you could swear the force shifted the world in his favor. It always seemed to be that way, after all. He wills something to happen, so the universe makes it so.

You’re panting into one another as he continues to slowly rock his hips, fucking his cum deeper inside, making sure it sticks, because he meant everything he said.

Lifting you off the wall, he carries you back to your bedroom and gently lays you down on the bed, cock still buried inside you as he runs his nose along the length of yours, whispering sweet nothings about how he’s sorry, how he misses you and wants you to take him back. This time things will be different, he swears.

You know better than to listen, but you missed this. Missed being in his strong embrace, so you let it slide for the night, indulging one last time before it’s over, really over this time.

You stay like this until he’s hard again, going at a much slower tempo, deeper strokes than before.

Somewhere between the third and fourth rounds, he gets a call, a Curse User running amok and he’s needed to go out and take care of the situation.

“Satoru,” you say, holding the sheets over your frame trying to cover the shame of falling into bed with him again so easily, “I never want to see you again.”

He lets out a mix between a scoff and a laugh, looking you up and down before putting on his little black glasses and giving a nefarious grin.

“Sure, babe. Whatever you say.”

It’s been a little over a month since that night. After Satoru left, you got up and started cleaning your apartment of all the things he had gotten for you over the years. Just like when you told him you were never getting back together, you meant what you said about never wanting to see each other again.

You even followed up on your transfer request, but Ijichi informed you that it could take a few months to make its way to the higher-ups and to count yourself as lucky if they approve the request.

It seems Satoru heard your message loud and clear, since you haven’t heard from him over the last few weeks, taking care to avoid one another in the halls, not sparing a glance at each other during meetings you’re both required to attend.

But that’s about to change as you walk through the halls of Jujutsu Tech, eye’s red, puffy and swollen from crying the last few days.

It’s evening and hardly anyone is around as you open the door to Satoru’s office. You knew he would be here tonight, because you had threatened Ijichi into not doing his paperwork earlier in the day, so you’d be able to easily find him without having to show up at his apartment.

He looks up, a cocky grin on his face as if he already knew you’d show up with a stick in hand, two pink lines on the display.

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#jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #violetsaffronfic #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo #LTWYL #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #oneshot #ex’s + oh’s collab.

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SLUT!

part 1

“And I break down, then he's she’s pullin' me in

In a world of boys girls, he's she’s a gentleman”

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paring: paige bueckers x fem oc

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Mya has always been named as a slut to so many people because of her ex girlfriend spreading lies about her and even her having her own podcast with her best friend Lily just makes it worse because now everyone knows about her, but what if someone who didn’t care what people said about her?

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November 5th 2023

at 6:30pm

MYA’s POV

“It just never stops.” I laughed as I tells a story about how I got approached in public being asked if I was Jennifer Lawerence when we look nothing alike.

“Bro that’s so funny like y’all don’t even look alike.” Lily laughs as they are laughing into the mic. Lily is the only girl Mya can trust. She was the only girl who listened to her about everything that happened with her ex and her reputation going down. She was always by her side.

“Okay now that’s enough. Now let’s get into the juicy stuff.” Lily said with a weird smile which made me laugh at her weird face that she made.

“Oh no.” I said dramatically being prepared for the questions Lily was gonna ask. “Since I am here, you should tell people what happened between you and you know who.” Lily said which makes me smile at her. She knows that i wanted to address it, but I couldn’t be by myself.

“Yeah, uh so. My ex started this rumor about me saying how I cheated on her during our relationship because I always hung out with Lily and she knew that she was wrong because turns out she was cheating on me the entire time and when I found out, she blocked me on everything, and moved out of her dorm so I couldn’t see her.” I explained with a laugh at the end trying to lighten up the mood.

“and how did you find out she was cheating?” Lily asked already knowing the answer. “I got a hey girly text.” I said laughing because of Lily making a disgusted face.

“she’s just so ew.” Lily says gagging which makes me laugh and nod my head. “Anyway, let’s talk about the women’s basketball team.” Lily says wiggling her eyebrows which makes me shake my head with a smile.

“oh no.” i said throwing my head back. The women’s basketball team at UCONN were really attractive and they were really good which makes them even more attractive. Lily has been having her eyes on Nika for a long time.

“oh yes. Nika is my bae even though she doesn’t know it yet.” Lily says which makes me sigh. “Girl, you are delusional.” I said as we both laugh.

“So you are telling me you don’t find any of them attractive?” Lily says which makes me smile and just stare at her which lets her know that she is not wrong. “okay, who do you think is cute?” Lily asks which makes me sit there and think for a second.

“Paige Bueckers probably.”

November 7th 2023

at 5:46pm

MYA’s POV

Im just sitting in my room on my phone just scrolling through instagram until i get a DM out of nowhere. I go to check and my eyes went wide when i saw that Paige Bueckers DM’d me. I go to look what she said which make a blush come to my cheeks.

Paige Bueckers

oh, so you think i’m attractive? 5:47pm

Mya Courtney

maybe i do. is that a problem? 5:49pm

Paige Bueckers

no problem at all. i just wanted to

ask something. 5:31pm

Mya Courtney

and that is? 5:32pm

Paige Bueckers

go out with me? 5:33pm

Mya Courtney

is this a question or a demand? 5:35pm

Paige Bueckers

both. 5:36pm

Mya Courtney

can i think about it? 5:38pm

Paige Bueckers

take all the time you need Mya. 5:40pm

no rush. 5:41pm

it’s not like i don’t want to go out on a date with paige, but what if this is some kind of joke? or me being on her little roster she probably has? why me? she could go out with anyone if she wanted to. she has to know the kind of reputation “i have” and she definitely has heard what people have said about me, what me ex has said about me and way more.

i just laid down on my bed as i started at the ceiling as the same word is surrounding my brain. why? why? why?

#paige bueckers #lesbian #uconn wbb #wbb #my wife

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sexiestpodcastcharacter · 6 months

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Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Round 3

Propaganda

Gable (Campaign: Skyjacks):

7ft tall sulver-haired thembo of a fallen angel. was the literal sword of god until they killed him! reasons slightly unclear but probably sure to forbidden queer love! super caring for their friends. has one friend they have known for hundreds of years who they HATE but are bound to by the red string of fate. their sword is a part of them, they can sheathe it into a tattoo. they start out indistinct at the edges but as they have continued on through the campaign they have become more and more distinct. they became a flaming engine of justice to kill their friends shitheaded older brother who was following him. they have learned enough necromancy to allow other fallen angels to die, even though they typically cannot. they fly giant birds in to battle.

7ft tall beefcake wielding a sword as tall as they are. vengeful sweetheart

Imagine now: a fallen angel with beautiful gray hair and very big muscles. Now imagine them with a 9 ft sword. Now imagine them as a helmsperson of a pirate ship in a flowy deep-v pirate shirt. Now imagine they're dumb as a fucking rock. And finally, imagine that they killed god. Here, you have made Gable Skyjacks: sexiest podcast character of all time.

7ft tall nonbinary/genderfluid thembo fallen angel sky pirate who wields a buster sword. silvergrey hair with black/gold streaks as they regain feathers/memories of before their fall. back is covered in tattoos that hide the scars of their shredded off wings. killed God. toxic exes with lucifer. they are the keeper of several giant war birds who occasionally crave human flesh. they enjoy getting rowdy/smoking rope with their boys. they collect rocks that they think are neat. When anyone admits they are attracted to them, Gable trips over their words and absolutely swaglessly ends up sounding stupider and sexier by the end of the conversation; the will they/won't they and teasing they dish out to these (un?)lucky few is palpable. Sometimes the buster sword is on fire. They are immortal, they are cringe, they are trying to atone because they believe they are the reason the world is ruined.

Hector Hu is a priest. Gable killed God. They are not the same.

I want to thank my fellow Gable nominators for doing an outstanding job showcasing the beauty and gracelessness that is Gable Skyjacks. Fight hard and take flight my friends 💪😇

Okay so aside from all of the above (giant with a matching giant flaming sword, killed god, extreme dumbass), here's some more propaganda for Gable the Godkiller.

They've escaped death multiple times with their partner in... crime? Like literally they were about to be executed in the most brutal way possible and just. Escaped and killed all their captors in the snowy wastelands.

They are the helmsperson of the Uhuru and take this job very seriously and definitely haven't left it to Bowser (you know, like from Mario) multiple times. Can steer that flying ship in horrible weather and still make it to port safely.

Healed an entire fucking hospital by cutting their hair for someone they had the hots for who was also in the hospital. Imagine being on that level of myth making in some random port city because of a hair cut.

Giant bird caretaker and also took the giant birds out on their friend's bachelor party (this was like. his Xth polyamorous marriage at this point btw) and had a fucking blast getting high on some rope and fucking around. They've also flown these birds into combat and looked cool as hell doing it (see: killing their friend's shithead of an older brother in a joust).

Had a relationship with Lucifer the Morning Star before they fell as an angel and killed God. Literally the reason the stars fell was their love for each other. The world would not look the same without Gable and they are, at the very least indirectly responsible for the creation of the Church of the Slain God and everything it represents (fantasy Catholicism).

And also yeah they are regularly tripping over themself and saying very silly things. 10/10 character we love Liz Anderson and Gable in this house

I am seeing people say that this Nicky fellow is basically trans! That's very cool! Gable is actually trans. Pronouns they/them/any presentation whatever they feel like.

Gable held a bachelor party for a BFF where the attendees hunted from their sky birds, wore dresses, and still managed to keep their eyeliner on point!

Gable killed God because he wouldn't let them be queer. They should rightfully crush anyone in their path.

Nicky Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

One armed half-demon man with a sword (also a Dedicated, Involved, Loving Father). (Specifically campaign 2, where he is an adult)

*Clanging pots and pans together* EVERYONE WAKE THE FUCK UP NICKY IS IN THE POLL TOO WE HAVE TO HELP HIM!!!!

Transmasc bisexual (or at least so widely accepted as such it's basically canon) dilf half-demon let's start with the basics

And by half-demon I mean the literal prince of Hell

But also simultaneously is Saint Nicolas get you a man who can do both specifically this man

Missing an arm cause his ex-friends tragically betrayed him and shot it off but he doesn't need two arms to show you a good time wink wink ;)

The betrayal in question forced him to be seperated from his also hot milf voice actress wife and their son which is sad but in like a way that makes him sexier

Uses his one hand to wield a flaming katana that he used to rescue his son from the FBI

Protects his family with his life very literally which is hot as hell

Big himbo energy couldn't come up with a good plan if he used 100% of his brain

When he does fail at things it's pretty cute honestly

Definitely played a variety of musical instruments before the whole arm thing happened! Maybe he still does idk he's a sexy mystery

2 in 1 deal! This man was born from the merging of two timelines! Kinda sick!!! Also two dads = twice the daddy issues

Nicky is just kind of a sexy name idk

You'd think the whole being forcibly split from his family thing would mean he isn't very close with his son but nope! His son adores him! They get along great!!!

PLEASE VOTE FOR NICKY AND I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER HE'S LITERALLY SO HOT

VOTE NICKY! HE NEEDS TO KEEP THE LEGACY ALIVE GODDAMNIT!!!!!!

nick close the man that you are

NICK NICK PLEASE OHMYGOD I WILL KILL SOMEONE NICKYYYYY VOTE FOR HIM I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU PLSPLSPSLSPS

His mom is simultaneously alive and dead

His mom bagged fucking two different dudes (one of whom FOUND HER DEAD in a different timeline, both of which are demons)

HIS MOMS NAME IS MORGAN FREEMAN, HIS DAD’S NAME IS GLENN CLOSE, AND HIS OTHER DAD’S NAME IS JODIE FOSTER, AND HIS GREAT SOMETHING GRANDFATHER’S NAME IS MERYL STREEP

HIS SONS NAME IS TAYLOR SWIFT

Lifelong pot smoker 👍 (plus drug flower user!!)

CANONICALLY BOTH A POLO WEARER (and yes, has all the stereotypes of that attached with it — a nerd, which is hot) AND A LEATHER JACKET WEARER (which also has all the stereotypes attached with it — a rebel dude person, which is also hot) [<- all widely accepted as canon by the fandom even as he’s older]

A part of the SECOND BIGGEST ship of season two, (Nark) despite the two characters only having one-two canon interactions (one of which JUST happened last episode)

Man’s a himbo what’s hotter than that

So many fucking names. You try to tag him in anything and he takes up half the space. That’s probably hot. For someone out there

This was already mentioned but so very very trans. Like. It’s basically canon

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE VOTE NICKY WE NEED A CLOSE/FOSTER FAMILY SWEEP PLSPLSLSLSLS

Rock and roll(er)

Joined a group of thieves called the watermice when he was like 13

for a few minutes had a guitar called the Battle Axe of Hatred

definitely had an frienimies with benefits relationship with his childhood friend Lark (sorry ppl that don’t ship nark lol) (it’s canon after ep 44 hah)

LETS GO NICKY YOU GOT THIS !!!!!

I feel like the audio of the entire Nick-breaking-into-the-FBI scene should be propaganda, but I'm copying select bits from the transcript:

Anthony: Yeah, it kind of echoes up through the vent, like the beginning of Metal Gear Solid. You hear a voice that strikes you as ever so slightly familiar, Taylor. Saying— ??: [a deep voice] [echoing in the vent] Where is he? Anthony: You hear— Will: Uh-oh, he’s hot. Anthony: —a bunch of shouting voices. [giggles] Beth: Uh-oh! Anthony: You hear a bunch of shouting voices and people shouting for him to get down on the ground to turn off his flame. To fucking get his hands behind his back. You hear this rhythmic stepping forward— because his footsteps don't sound like anybody else's because it's almost like… y’know when you toss a little bit of water onto a really hot pan and it just sizzles like that? It's like every footstep he's taking, you can hear that— Freddie: Cool Anthony: — and you can feel some of that heat coming up in this vent, even though you can't see him at this point. And he goes— ??: [echoing] Where. Is. My. Boy? Anthony: You hear the FBI agent—the FBI in quotation marks agent—in the back going like— Agent: [echoing] He's safe for now. If you want to go ahead and make sure that he stays that way, you feel free to go ahead and step inside the suite that we've prepared for you, my boy. Anthony: And you hear the hot guy voice saying— [chuckles] The Hot Guy: [echoing] I don't think that's going to happen.

...

[a powerful rush of air builds] Anthony: You hear— [gunfire, and the air rush culminates in a burst of flame; from underneath the fire, metal music starts playing] Anthony: —plumes of flame exploding. [a person’s pained shout, gunfire and bursts of flame continue] Anthony: You can feel the heat radiating through this metal vent and it's actually beginning to hurt and burn your hands.

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Anthony: And you hear blood— [sizzling] Anthony: —hitting the fucking ground and you hear sizzling and things boiling and burning. Taylor: That could just be coffee! That could just be coffee. Link, let's go. Anthony: And you are getting closer and closer to the elevator. And you hear that same hot voice say— The Hot Guy: [echoing] Where the hell is Taylor?

Fourteen Fifteen (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage):

Body-swapping assassin doomed to die from the beginning. All their different forms are hot! The Gunslinger! The singer! The lawyer! The robot! The inevitability of death!

Literally what character has more trans swag than an assassin who every time they die, they get a new body

#ohhh i know it's a huge TM spoiler but somebody needs to link the elevator murder scene #truly thee fourteen fifteen moment

a favorite bit of the transcript, for good measure:

Art of Nicky by @llumimoon.

#Round 3 #Gable #Gable Skyjacks #Nicky Close #Fourteen Fifteen #Campaign #Campaign Podcast #Campaign: Skyjacks #Dungeons & Daddies #Dungeons and Daddies #Friends at the Table #Twilight Mirage

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saw a bunch of libertarians citing the recent and from what i can tell very awful case of indi gregory, a small child with a rare mitochondrial illness taken off nhs life support whose parents were denied the right to transfer her to an italian hospital that agreed to see to her medical needs. which was ofc trotted out as an illustration of the evils of statist health care, death panels, etc

the obvious retort here ofc is that the main effect of privatising healthcare on cases like these is to multiply them, but what particularly interested me was the judge who issued that ruling, robert roger peel. turns out peel is currently the lead judge of the uk's financial remedies court (for determining financial disputes between divorced or separated couples), and has published an interesting couple of articles on his (very positive) assessment of the court. a lot of his focus is trained on time/cost minimising, settlement:trial ratio maximising measures for the court to implement or that the court has implemented, including (from the 2nd one)

the extensive use of "private fdr's," a sort of privatised dispute resolution in place of the court itself, in which an ex-couple hires a "private fdr judge" (could be a solicitor, barrister or retired judge) to rule on their case without recourse to the actual judicial system. ("So too the widespread use of Private FDRs. Judges need little persuasion to permit parties to attend a Private FDR and return to court thereafter for, as the case may be, a mention hearing to endorse the consent order, or a directions hearing to timetable to trial. The use of Private FDRs has in turn relieved pressure on the courts.")

the use of single lawyers simultaneously representing both members of the former couple, explicitly in order to undermine the costly adversarial nature of the legal proceedings. ("The Single Lawyer Model, for example, has attracted much interest. The aim is to enable parties to engage jointly one lawyer whose instructions are to gather the relevant facts and disclosure, and make a considered recommendation. The advantages are two-fold: (1) it ordinarily takes place at a very early stage of proceedings, or even before issue; and (2) the joint instruction of a single lawyer removes the parties from the adversarial world of separately instructed legal representation.")

the liberal awarding of costs orders, seemingly as a punitive and deterrent measure, to litigating parties the judge deems to be litigating unreasonably or insufficiently flexibly ("Similarly, I have repeated the mantra that judges should not be afraid to make costs orders where justified, particularly if one or other party does not litigate reasonably, and/or does not make reasonable open offers. [...] I appreciate that it is more difficult to do so when the assets are barely enough to meet needs, but even in those cases a judge is entitled to consider whether to make a costs award, however modest, to mark the court’s displeasure at the litigation conduct of the miscreant party.")

summary judgements in a majority of trial cases, without hearing of any oral testimony ("In an article I did last year for the Financial Remedies Journal, I said this: ‘It has sometimes seemed to me that many cases could be fairly disposed of with no oral evidence.’ My point was that as part of a drive for efficiency, cases could be swiftly dispatched without oral testimony where the factual and financial landscape is reasonably clear, and it would not be proportionate to explore relatively minor factual issues in the witness box. I suspect that will be the majority of cases")

in short, while this is definitely not an area where i have domain knowledge, my first impression is that the judge responsible directly for this decision is sort of a miserly ghoul happy to undermine the rights of individual brits in the service of shrinking and cost-cutting that portion of the govt over which he exercises authority. (to his credit he does at least declare the lack of public funding for legal representation to be "iniquitous", tho ofc that bit is out of his hands.) many such cases!

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mizartz · 2 years

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more pkmn x danny phantom stuff because i have lost control of my life

also for anyone interested in AU ramblings, please enjoy the literal essay i wrote under the cut lol

THE PREMISE:

AU where pokemon exist in the DP canon. Universes are merged, so Amity Park exists alongside Kanto/Unova/etc in their respective real world locations.

Danny’s parents research/hunt dp-verse ghosts AND ghost pokemon. Their research is focused on the ghosts of once-living creatures, and also identifying the difference between “dead” and “living” ghosts. ex. A Yamask can be born from an egg, which means it never died, but it can also be the spirit of a dead person.

While the Fentons aren’t actively trying to exterminate every ghastly or duskull, they still have some serious prejudices against ghost types, and they DEFINITELY hate dp-verse ghosts as much as in canon.

The portal accident happens normally. Danny was due to get his first pokemon around the start of freshman year, but the accident (and his now spiraling school grades) put it on hold.

Instead, Phantom is exploring the ghost zone one day and passes by a Hisuian Zorua. Danny doesn’t think much of it, but the Zorua follows him home and quickly causes trouble. It seems to have a nasty grudge against humans, playing dangerous pranks against Amity Park’s residents and forcing Danny to send it back into the zone. After several return trips, it settles down and decides that it’s more interested in this not-entirely-living-or-dead kid than getting revenge. After that decision, Zorua quickly becomes Danny’s partner.

Since Zorua are inherently timid creatures and a Hisuian variant would attract a lot of attention (not to mention Jack and Maddie’s possible reaction), Zorua is almost always disguised as something other than its true form. Seeing a Unovan Zorua on Danny’s shoulder is common, as are Rowlet and Hoothoot. No one’s really sure where Danny caught them all, but they don’t care enough to ask.

Phantom, on the other hand, can be seen at night playing with a ghostly variant of Zorua previously thought to be extinct.

PKMN TEAMS:

danny:

hisuian zorua (discussed above)

absol (stalks him for a year because Danny is a Walking Disaster and triggers all of absol’s danger senses. maybe it tried to prevent the portal accident and failed?)

jazz:

eevee (lots of potential, connections to mutations/~molecules getting all rearranged~)

parents were pushing for eevee to evolve into umbreon, but………

sam:

bulbasaur (grass type, connection to “save the frogs” episode)

shiny purrloin (technically the family pet, but is fond of sam)

tucker:

helioptile (generates electricity, connections to desert and ”hotep ra” episode)

rotom (initially a pest who possesses his tech, later forms a rotom phone relationship)

maddie:

weavile (intelligent, vicious hunter. has hands to help out in the lab)

houndoom (hunter, pack animal, loyal)

jack:

slaking (lazy and unassuming but very powerful. has hands to help out in the lab)

porygon2 maybe? (gift from vlad with the intention of hacking their systems)

^^^ weavile and slaking are maddie and jack’s starters. houndoom and porygon2 are bonded to the whole fenton family rather than one particular person.

vlad:

crobat (vampiric, requires friendship- aka vlad isn’t completely evil)

skitty (nicknamed maddie)

noivern (vampiric, violent and cruel but can be tamed. maybe it bonds to Danny and defects?)

hydreigon (destructive and overwhelmingly powerful)

shiny charizard

also probably like a dozen dreepy/dragapult

^^^ most of vlad’s pokemon are just displays of wealth and power. he hasn’t seriously bonded with any of them except for crobat, his starter, and skitty, his “sister’s cat”.

also a note that im not necessarily choosing pkmn that perfectly match a character’s theme or aesthetics, but instead ones that are realistic for them to have in this universe!

WORLDBUILDING NOTES:

Starter pokemon are gifted by the child’s parents. Traditional starters like charmander/bulbasaur/squirtle are only available to those sponsored by a prominent pkmn lab and/or rich parents.

Having a full team is rare unless you’re a full time trainer… it’s just too expensive to house and feed them. On a similar note, shinies are basically unheard of unless you’re stupidly rich.

Pokemon journeys are still considered a rite of passage, but aren’t a universal experience. Not everyone participates, and those who do usually only get 1-2 badges before quitting. The average age for new trainers is around 13-16, though legally you can start at 10.

Amity Park is a ghostly hot spot just like Kanto’s lavender town. There are a few gravesites, but not nearly enough to justify the amount of activity it receives.

The ghost zone primarily contains “dead” ghosts, but “living” ghost pkmn are attuned to the zone and use natural portals to traverse the world.

The Fenton family’s pokemon are all either dark or normal type, for type effectiveness and immunity against ghosts respectively. Any pokemon they give to their children will follow the same type theme in the hopes that they will join the ghost hunting business.

Danny:

was very excited to start his pkmn journey, but with his new ghost instincts demanding he protect Amity Park, he can’t see it happening anymore. Also, while Zorua gradually grows more confident and helps Danny with ghost fights, it still hates having human attention drawn to it and wouldn’t enjoy the publicity of gym battling.

is friends with loads of ghost pkmn, but he never officially catches any besides zorua. They’re residents of his haunt, not his teammates.

if the accident didn’t happen, his starter would either be hoothoot (because of spooky from the initial show concept) or a common dog like poochyena or lillipup… the Fentons spent all their money getting jazz a fancy eevee so Danny’s starter wouldn’t be nearly as impressive :’) rowlet would only be a possibility if gifted from Vlad, though Danny’s parents wouldn’t approve as it evolves into a ghost type.

Sam:

is very anti-battling at first. She felt that battling was abusive and was probably very loud and in your face about it lol. However, Bulbasaur loves to battle and wants to use it as a way to get stronger and evolve, so after a messy disagreement, Sam begins to see it in a healthier light. She still advocates for better pkmn rights, but is careful not to speak over those she’s defending.

would probably join team Aqua, Magma, or Plasma for at least half a day before realizing theyre evil lolol. (then she’d work with Danny and Tucker to defeat them on the exact same day)

Bulbasaur has a lengthy pedigree and comes from a line of contest winners. Neither it nor Sam have any interest in continuing that tradition though.

is the most likely person in the DP cast to become the champion.

Tucker:

is neutral on gym battling. He thinks the concept is cool and likes watching the championships on TV, but is way too much work to actually participate in. His pokemon feel the same and are happy just helping with his electronics.

is obsessed with Silph Co technology rather than new PDAs. He’s always buying their newest gadgets, even if he doesn’t have a proper use for them.

babies the hell out of his pokemon. helioptile is his little angel who can do no wrong and he’s always shielding it from dangerous situations (which becomes a bit of an issue as ghost fights increase in frequency.) With rotom, hes always double checking that its comfortable in his phone, if it wants to possess anything else, if he should upgrade its appliances, etc etc.

Jazz:

never went on a pokemon journey. She thought it was a waste of time since she didn’t want to become a trainer anyway. However, ghost hunting helps Jazz discover her own love of battling, so now she kinda regrets it.

eevee eventually evolves into sylveon. Its prehensile ribbons help Jazz multitask and its empathetic nature assists Jazz with psychology. Also it can scare away Vlad’s dragons lolol. Maybe it evolves in the middle of a fight against him?

if she gets any other teammates, it should reflect her desire to keep Danny safe. Maybe a honedge? usually Danny’s the one with a sword in fanon, but i think jazz deserves one too!!!

#danny phantom #danny fenton #pokemon #zorua #sam manson #tucker foley #hisuian zorua #bulbasaur #helioptile #pixel art #pixelart #animation #for the record that's a hisuian zorua disguising itself as an unovan variant...its not half-hisuian half-unovan lol #i started halfheartedly thinking abt sam and tuckers starters in a pkmn au and next thing i knew i had 1k words written for it #never gonna do anything w it but it was fun #re:readmore i'm not satsfied w jack's pokemon team but i couldnt find anything fitting within his type restrictions U_U o well #dp x pkmn

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thesirencult · 8 months

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ICY DIARIES 💍💎

Episode 1 :

THE GIRL THAT NEVER GETS PICKED

Apart from being an evolvement coach by utilising astrology and tarot, I'm also an avid #hypergamy/levelup reader.

I always had strong opinions about how to advance in life and how to make the most of your existence.

I decided to start this series where I will be serving 🍽️ some good ol' soul food and knocking some sense into YOU.

Yup you, the one who always waits for that text back, who doesn't go after her dreams, who has HUGE potential but won't take that mothereffing leap of faith towards your higher self.

I'm tired of getting messages from ladies who beg for a tarot reading or a synastry reading over their scum bag ex who another tarot reader claimed it's their TwIn FlAmE.

ON OUR 1ST EPISODE WE START WITH THIS 💎

[I specifically picked the video above just so you can see the original scum bag's reaction and to be frank ladies ... This is how most men think. NOT ALL MEN. (I love men ❤️)]

"I'm not a pick me girl, I just have never been picked!"

I see you, I feel you my fellow certified lover girls.

I used to be one of you a few years ago. No one asked me on dates, no one flirted with me, no one approaches me on parties. THANKFULLY.

WHY THE HELL DID YOU WANT TO BE APPROACHED BY 17 YEAR OLD JEREMY WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO COOK AN EGG 🍳 ?

Don't let these boys lie to you. They would get it on with a blow dryer if they could. You see them approaching women who are not that "attractive" just to get laid. So, if you don't get approached and you are under 30 take it as a compliment.

Why ?

Because you belong to the TOP OF THE SHELF CATEGORY and boys can't reach that high. That's only for grown MEN.

All jokes aside, your self esteem has definitely taken a hit by not being approached. It can feel very lonely and ostracizing.

What I want you to do is to flip that feeling. What boys like the ones in the video mean when they say "Don't go out with your attractive friends because you won't get approached." is : Don't go out with your friends who are made specifically for the club, who put out and are ready to spend the night with any guy who would approach them (thus looking more approachable).

Maybe you're not a "club type" beauty. Maybe you are a "slow Sunday morning, having coffee at the balcony" pretty or a "spiritual sensual bombshell" type of beauty or an "earth shattering, ocean deep, scorching hot fire, wuthering" beautiful.

My point is, you are winning at the end. Our sensuality is sacred. We are portals to a different part of the universe that allows us to bring life into the world. Don't let anyone shame you, not even your own self.

Sometimes not being approached is a blessing in disguise.

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yuuneeyart · 15 days

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Well it's been a while hasn't it? After everything that's gone on and my twitter suspension back in December, I've just decided to take a step back and focus on my personal life. Spending less time online, focusing on my job, that kinda boring shit that adults do.

But I have (slowly) and (only when I can) been working on shit. Mostly my Undertale creepypasta, UNDERTALE: The Garden. I'm sure some people remember that… but not many probably do. So I thought that since it's The Figure’s (formally Flower Child’s) birthday, I thought I'd show some stuff off.

art by me

So what is UNDERTALE: The Garden? Well.. UNDERTALE: The Garden is a story about an Undertale fan game that had been lost to time. The story focuses on the narrator finding an old and unfinished version of a fan game titled UNDERTALE: The Garden that had started its development fairly shortly after the original game’s demo had come out back in 2013. Created by an anonymous tumblr user who went by Tokumei, the game was originally meant to expand on the small amount of lore of the demo, adding more areas to the ruins, giving a new interpretation and backstory to the world, and much more. However the game went radio silent after a few years of development hell and Tokumei had not been seen since then.

Now years later, the narrator finds a gamejolt page with a familiar game on it. Excited to play it, they decided to discuss their findings on a tumblr blog. As well as archive any assets, information about development, and songs they can get their hands on. The narrator eventually finds out the game has much more to it than it was originally leading on…

art by me

There's a lot of things I have planned for the story that I don't wanna get into here (don't wanna spoil things before they come to light) but I've been working on making the actual world of The Garden much different than the original game. I've been taking an NES Godzilla approach for worldbuilding where the game just looks so vastly different from its original state using real life caves as well as Christian and Muslim imagery and cultures for inspiration for everything.

art by anonymous, pixel art by me and anonymous

But now the main attraction of the au, The Figure. She's definitely changed since you first met her 2 years ago. Instead of going to exes and helping them, she's now someone who simply wishes to be left alone. Staying in her world trying to make it as perfect as she sees it.

And now some trivia i guess for the funsies

She is not sentient, everything in the garden that happens is just a weird fangame. The whole idea of *The game is alive and REAL!!!* has become a cliche of the creepypasta community that I don’t wanna repeat

She has a canon voice now, which can be heard here

Her facial expression never changes

The monsters that get deformed are still alive. If they were to die, you would have seen a pile of dust

art by me

That's all I have for now though, hopefully this at least peaked interest for some. This isn't me making a grand return either, just thought I'd at least post something about a character I've cared about for the past 2 years since it was her 2 year anniversary. Anyways, imma go to bed, cheers.

#undertale #undertale exe #undertale au #undertale creepypasta #creepypasta #i dont tag shit often #undertale the garden #uttg #sans #toriel

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harlowsbby · 1 year

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Video Game Shenanigans

( just a little something 💗 )

You knew absolutely nothing about video games so when you were asked to host a twitch that involved watching two random celebrities playing video games you were a bit hesitant.

“Y/N, where are you? The twitch is about to start and you’re not out there to greet Jack and Druski.” Your boss Ella ran one of the biggest blogs in the world and whenever she hosted twitches thousands if not millions of viewers tuned in.

“Do I have too Ella? I know nothing about video games I don’t even know what to say or do.” You really didn’t have the energy to fake act like you knew anything about video games.

“Well lucky for you all you have to do is read the promot that’ll be displayed on the screen now go the twitch is starting in a few minutes.”

You huffed but left her office and made your way towards the room where everything is being held. You knew very little about Jack all you really knew is that he was some rapper from Louisville that made that famous song What’s poppin back in 2020.

You were so caught up in your thoughts and being stressed that you didn’t notice someone approaching you.

“Y/N? I mean you’re Y/N right.” Snapping out of your dazed you looked up and you were honestly taken back.

“I’m sorry I’m Jack my manger said you’d be the one interviewing us correct?” You smiled and nodded after a few seconds.

“That’s correct that me uh well let’s go to couch and set up before everything starts.” Damn was he fine, Jack definitely was out here getting cuter he was so tall and the freckles that were displayed all over his face made him even more attractive and he had that type of smile that made you weak in the knees.

“She’s kinda cute.” Druski whispered in Jack’s ear. “She is cute and she’ll be mine so lay off.”

“Man you stay cockblocking people and that isn’t fair.” Jack stuck his tongue out at Druski, “Let’s be real here you know all the ladies want me first.” He teased making Druski shove him.

“Whoa we didn’t even start and the two of you are shoving each other already.” You laughed and sat between the middle of them.

“You know how Druski is he’s just always so bitter and a sore loser.” Jack taunted. “Why are you being a sore loser Druski? You haven’t lost yet.”

“Damn she got your ass didn’t she.” Jack laughed. “Oh so I’m assuming I’ll be picked on for this entire stream.” “You guessed correctly.” Jack and You chuckled while Druski groaned, this was definitely going to be a long day, he thought.

You were a bit nervous during the beginning of the game but eventually you ended up opening up some more and coming out of your shell.

“So Jack?” “So Y/N?” You giggled a bit making a smile appear on Jack’s face.

“What song has been on repeat for you recently?”

“Oh that’s easy it’s kill bill by Sza I love that song actually I’ll sing a bit of the song if you want?”

“Oh go ahead I’m sure your fans will love it.” He coughed a bit to “clear” his throat before singing.

“I might kill my ex, not the best ideaaaa, you like that new Sza?” He sang into his mic and you were a bit surprised by the little high note he hit.

“I love Sza’s new album I have Snooze and Smoking on my ex back, literally on repeat.”

“Oh really? So you have a ex or something are you with somebody currently.” Jack wanted to know more about you so he tried to flip the switch and start asking you questions.

“Damn Jack out here asking her all these personal questions I need some questions too.” Druski chimed in. “Are you excited for your tour next year Druski?” You asked him.

He was a bit distracted by the game so he didn’t hear you. “Wha- what did you say mama?” Jack’s eyes widened in shocked. “Whoa whoa be respectful here Druski, Y/N isn’t just any type of girl she deserves a bet name than damn mama.”

“Thank you Jack.” “Anything for you baby.” The audience ooo’d at the nickname making you a smiling and gushing fool.

“Don’t be giving me no type of nicknames now.” Jack smiled and looked up at you making you even more nervous, it was something about his stare that just made you feel so weak and small but in a good way.

“Why not baby, You nervous? what if I enjoy calling you baby. I promise you I don’t bite unless you want me to.”The chat box was going insane people were already shipping Jack and You, the fans inside were going insane as well.

“Oh girl he wants you!!” One of the fans yelled from the side, sending everyone into a laughing frenzy. Jack shrugged his shoulders, “I mean I’m not denying it.”

“I well I mean I don’t really min-mind it.” You mentally cursed yourself for stuttering like a fool.

“So I can call you baby?” “Yes.” “But I also wanna know one more thing.” “Which is?”

“How am I supposed to call you with no number baby.” Smooth he sure was smooth alright, you quickly took out your phone before handing it over to him, he put in his number before handing your phone back.

“Damn what the hell did I just witness.” Druski joked which received him a push from Jack.

“You just witnessed history in the making.” For the entire stream Jack was flirting with you nonstop which resulted in several jokes from Druski making fun of the two of you.

Once the stream was over you made your way towards the parking garage just as you were about to get in your car you heard your voice being called, looking back you saw it was Jack.

“Jack? What are you doing aren’t you supposed to be on your way back to the hotel or something.”

“I was but I was wondering if you were free right now, and if you might want to go have dinner with me?” He blushed and stood there awkwardly, you were curious as to where all that confidence he had just a few minutes ago went.

“I’d love to go have dinner with you.” You went to get back into your car but he stopped you. “Actually we can take the Suv I know you’re exhausted so I don’t want you to have to drive.”

“Are you sure?” “I’m positive come on.” The entire night was wonderful you got to know Jack a bit more and he got to know you a bit more as well.

Once you finally made it back home you got a text from an unknown number.

- Had a great time tonight baby hope to do it again real soon 😌❤️, sweet dreams from your soon to be man.

You rolled your eyes playfully realizing it was Jack.

- Oh my soon to be man? If you’re going to be my soon to be man I guess you need to stay up all night talking to me

- that’s no issue on my end 😌

The two of you did just that, you spent all night texting one another about anything and everything.

taglist

@nattinatalia @heavyhitterheaux

@moody4world @mortirolo @hoodharlow

@softtcurse @jackharloww @jackmans-poison

@lovefks @lcandothisallday @babiefries

@awhore4moree

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

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writingsbychlo · 1 year

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hi 🫧 if you have some spare time at some point, could you write Azriel headcanons in a modern world with reader? What would your hobbies and outings be? And if you have something +18 I will appreciate it too 👀

I loved your writing 💗💗 (I'm really shy, so I'll have to stay at anon, sorry 🙈)

please don't be sorry!! you're always more than welcome to stay on anon!!

modern!az definitely meets his girlfriend in one of those accidental ways and they're definitely friends first.

I think they probably meet through cassian, actually.

she goes to cassian's boxing gym but has never actually had the bravery to try boxing, she just uses the regular gym stuff.

and one day, a later night session, azriel and cassian are sparring in the ring.

azriel has had a rough day, like a really rough day, all his leads on his latest case fell through, he got a parking ticket while stopping to get coffee, the coffee order ended up being wrong, he forgot to set his washing off this morning so he didn't have the clothes he wanted, and he had to stop for gas at a place where it was like twice the price.

honestly, he's moody.

so, when he senses her watching them both, when he breaks for water, he doesn't really think about it when he whips around and just sort of glares at her.

because, he knows he's good at this, and logically, he knows he's attractive.

she hasn't seen his scarred hands inside of those gloves, or seen him up close.

she's just staring at him the same way a lot of women stare at him, when they just want a quick, hot fuck, and then to leave him, because as his ex told him many years ago, he's "got way too much baggage to be serious, and he's not the kind of guy she'd ever want to build a future with".

didn't matter that azriel had been looking at engagement rings, of course.

so, yeah, he snaps a little, and he hates himself for it instantly because he's not that guy, and the way you flinch a little at his tone when he says "can I help you?" makes him feel awful.

but before he can really calm himself enough to apologise, you're apologising, mumbling a soft "sorry" and leaving.

and he wants to go after you, but by the time he's made it out of the ring and down the steps, you're gone, gym bag bumping against your leg as you swipe your entry card and jog across the parking lot.

he feels like an ass, and cassian doesn't let it slide either

"dude, you had a bad day, I get it, but don't scare my patrons. I work hard to make this gym feel like a safe space, especially for women, so get your shit together, or don't come here to blow off steam."

and he knows cassian is right, he does work hard, even so far as to have women-only hours, where even he won't come in.

it's three days later when azriel sees you again.

he has been working later these last few days to catch up on that one day, making his workouts much later than usual, and there you are.

you keep your head down, particularly when you pass him by, and he knows you've already seen him.

you take the long route round to the changing rooms, walking all the way through the cardio section to avoid him.

he feels like crap again.

so, he waits til he's finished his workout, trying not to look like a creep as he watches you move between the equipment.

and when you're taking a break at the treadmill, he makes his move

"hey." he practically terrifies you with his sudden appearance. "I wanted to apologise for the other day."

"it's fine, I shouldn't have been staring, it was rude, and-"

"no, I'm rude, I shouldn't have snapped, I was having a bad day, you were just watching, you did nothing wrong."

"well, thanks." and then he lingers, because it still doesn't feel right. like maybe you're just saying it's okay because you feel like you have to. "it was very impressive."

"have you ever boxed?"

"I don't even look at that side of the gym. punching bags and high kicks and- wow. I mean, it all just looks terrifying. I wouldn't know where to start."

"I can show you some things, if you'd like?"

and that's where it starts.

he shows you a few things, and he actually finds he likes it, and so do you.

so you make a loose plan to do it again sometime. really one of those 'we should do this again sometime' comments.

the following week he sees you again, and he asks if you remember what he taught, you show him.

four days after that, he sees you again, and he shows you something new, and also gets your phone number.

you start meeting up for boxing lessons, because he finds it helps him on bad days to at least do something useful.

so, when those lessons end up getting a little more handsy and flirty, its really no surprise.

the first time he kisses you is by your car, in the middle of winter, after a lesson. a really good lesson, where you're both laughing and teasing out to the parking lot, and he can't take it anymore when you wish him a goodnight and he just wants to stay right there, in the freezing cold, talking to you all night, just being with you.

so he presses you back against your car, and leans in, letting his nose bumps yours because he's so sure you want this too, but he wants to give you a chance to pull away. you don't. he makes it one hell of a kiss.

your back pressed up against the cold car, his hands sitting hot under your jacket on the bare skin between your shorts and sports bra, breath clouding in the winter air between pants for breath, it's intense. just like him.

after that, azriel permanently shifts his schedule to nighttime workouts.

you would both workout together, spotting one another, practising boxing. when you get good enough, they'd become sparring matches, which was practically foreplay with all the teasing and gambling and trash-talking that would take place.

also, az is an active man. dates would consist of things like hiking, or activity adventures, or simply walks around the park.

he would also often make trips out of his work, the perks of being a bounty hunter private investigator meant being his own boss, nobody to tell him what to do.

so, whenever he had to go away for weekends/a few days, he'd always ask you to come with him. during the day, he'd track his mark and do his research, make calls, etc, but he'd plan times for dinners and sightseeing too.

there's a rule that he absolutely will not take you on stake-outs in person anymore. he'll call you and stay on the phone the whole time chatting, but an incident the one and only time meant he stays strong now.

the incident being that azriel couldn't keep his hands to himself, and you both nearly got arrested for fucking in the backseat of the car.

he missed his mark, had a ruined orgasm when you got caught, and had blue balls for hours afterwards until he could finally get you alone.

a very, very active sex life.

"we're done here, time to head home, baby."

"we haven't done cardio, yet."

"we're going to my place to do cardio."

"oh."

always up for trying something new. always.

you can't tell me he wouldn't have a box full of toys in his closet. this man would be kinky.

definitely tests your limits, but is also the king of aftercare.

likes you to stay over and always cooks you breakfast in the morning.

especially when it means he gets to smirk at the way your legs are still a little shaky when you stumble into the kitchen.

cooks shirtless, of course.

his biggest weakness, like, sends him weak in the knees, is when you trace the tattoos on his chest with your mouth.

he would crawl to you if you asked while doing that.

he is a 'flowers at every date' kind of guy.

even if that date is a date in, which is his preference. cooking together, or ordering takeout, watching movies or playing games or just generally being together.

if you come over during the day to work and you both sit in silence for hours doing your own work, he'll consider that a date.

modern!az would be very domestic.

despite all this, azriel always would keep things casual.

he never asks you about the future, he barely even clears a drawer for you in his dresser, you have a few things in a drawer with his stuff, and he never leaves things at your place.

after almost year, you start trying to push it. because, things are going great, you're wildly in love with him, and you can really see a future with him, but it seems like he doesn't want that.

so, you try to get him to meet your mom. it's casual, really, you bring it up over dinner one night.

"so, my mom's gonna be in town, I'm going to go to dinner with her, if you're free next thursday, you should join us."

you both know he's free next thursday, it's one of your dedicated workout nights, has been for over half a year now.

"eh, I don't think so. but, bring me something back." he doesn't even look up at you as he says it. and that hurts, he just dismissed you while scrolling on Instagram. you have no idea how much his palms are sweating, he's not even processed the last few posts he's seen, he's just randomly liking things in hopes he seems casual to you right now.

"seriously?"

"what?" now he looks up. he knows that tone. knows he's in trouble.

"unbelievable. I invite you to meet my mom, and you just say 'I don't think so', I mean, you can't even make up an excuse."

"I don't need any excuse! I just thought, you know, we don't really need to take that step. that's not.. us." and damn, if that doesn't sting you the most. azriel feels like he's swallowing acid as he says it, but he feels like someone gutted him where he stood at the look that takes over your face.

and you, you're staring at him. you want to scream 'why isn't that us? what do you mean? I love you, I want my mom to know about the man I tell her about!' but then it clicks. the extreme pain when your mind flickers back.

to the first time you'd told azriel you loved him, and he grabbed your face and kissed you.

to the second time, the same night, bundled up in his arms as he snapped his hips into yours in a way that made you so sure he felt the same as he held you, made you see stars, and he'd merely pressed his face into your neck and bit the spot that made you weak.

to the third time, when he'd just smiled bashfully, the eighth time when he just tapped the tip of your nose and laughed at the way you stole his ice cream, to the fifteenth time, to the twenty-second, all the way through to this morning, when you'd left his house, happy smile on your lips again and you'd whispered it at the front door.

"don't forget your scarf, can't have you getting a chill, pretty girl." was all he'd said. it meant so much at the time, like his way of telling you he loved you wasn't through words but actions.

now, you doubted it.

azriel had never once said he loved you back.

that realisation crushed you from the inside out, like something in your chest had snapped.

azriel didn't know what was going on inside of your head, but nothing made every single cell in his body feel like it was turning to rock-hard ice like watching that look take over your face. heartbroken, into understanding, into closed off. you were shutting him out, he didn't know why, what you were thinking, what he'd done, but you were putting up walls right before his eyes and he had no idea what to say or do to stop it.

"right, of course, you're right."

"what?"

"you're right, that's not us."

"it's not? I mean, it's not, right? we're not.. serious like that. we're just, I mean, what's happening right now?"

"nothing is happening." he could feel the double meaning behind your words, he just didn't know what it meant.

"okay.. well, I found a movie for us to watch on netflix while we have dessert."

"I actually have to go after dinner, I have some stuff to do in the morning."

and that, right there, is when azriel knows that whatever just happened ended everything. you never leave, you brought a bag, he knows you have spare clothes with you because you only ever bring the purple gym bag when you need extra space for the next day's clothes, and now you're leaving.

you never leave on an argument, you always work it out, even if you're still mad at him.

which is what tells him you're not mad at him, you're simply done.

he watches you leave exactly thirty-two minutes later, with the blasted purple gym bag over your shoulder, his heart aching in his chest.

you walk away from azriel thirty-two minutes later, feeling like a total idiot, with your heart breaking in your chest.

nine days later, you’re cautiously making your way through the iced-over parking lot, trying to work out exactly how to explain to your mom that the man you were so sure was the one is now gone, when only a week ago you were fawning on the phone, heart-eyed and utterly stupid.

there’s a host waiting at the stand, smart pressed waistcoat and a smile, and when you tell him the name of your reservation, he frowns a little.

“sorry, ma’am, we already seated that booking?”

“I’m sorry?”

“well, two people already arrived. we seated your booking. do they know you’re coming?”

“uh, it’s my booking, my name.” producing your ID from your pocket, he checked it, cheeks tinting a little.

"my apologies, ma’am. it’s really no trouble, it’s a table for four, so I’ll just grab another menu, and I’ll take you over.”

he did just that, wandering away to collect another selection of menus, before motioning you to follow him. you did.

your mom brought a date? and didn’t tell you? at least someone was happily in love, then.

except, it definitely wasn’t your mother’s date when you rounded the corner on the second floor to your table.

hazel eyes met your own, and you froze, stumbling a little in your smart heels as your sights locked with bright hazel eyes.

azriel lifted his water glass to his lips, taking a deep and nervous gulp, but never looking away.

you shuffled a little closer to the table, and when you finally made it close enough for your mother to notice your appearance, azriel’s chair scraped across the floor loudly. he stood.

as though sensing the tension, the host placed your menus down neatly in the chair beside azriel’s, promising to send a waiter over to take a drinks order soon.

“hi, baby,” you croaked out the word roughly, the petname feeling oh-so-wrong on your tongue, and oh-so-right at the same time. “I didn’t think you were going to make it.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” there was something raw in his voice when he spoke, and you simply nodded. he shuffled forward again, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, before you were slipping your coat from your shoulders. he took it from you, always such a gentleman, one of the reason you fell for him, and laid it with his own and your mother’s over the spare chair. he pulled your chair out for you as you sat down.

“okay, okay, I see you trying to act reserved because your mother is here. I’m going to nip to the bathroom, give you two a moment.”

she winked, before getting up from the table to leave, having no idea just what she was leaving you in. utter silence took over as she walked away.

azriel pushed a bouquet of flowers towards you, twisting a little in his seat.

“these were for you, but, uh, when I got here you were running late and I was intending to apologise, but, your mom didn’t seem to know we were.. so, I said they were for her, but..”

“I hadn’t told her yet, hadn’t really worked up the courage to do so.” he only nodded, licking over his lower lip. “if you don’t mind, could you stay tonight? just, for the dinner now, and then in a few days, I’ll tell her it didn’t work out. I don’t want to spend the whole dinner with her questioning me, and-”

“or, you don’t tell her anything at all.”

“what?”

you finally looked up at him, having felt his gaze burning into the side of your head until you met it.

“I miss you.”

“azriel..”

“no, I miss you like I have never missed anyone or anything before. I miss you and it’s like I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t do anything, because every time I remember you’re not there, you’re not coming back, it feels like something inside of me dies.”

“why are you here?”

“because you invited me, and I wanted to meet your mother.”

“you didn’t want to when I asked you!”

“yes, I did!”

your brows furrowed, and azriel lifted a hand, resting it over your cheek. you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into it a little bit. “last time I let myself love someone even half as much as I love you, I got hurt so bad I thought I’d never be whole again.”

your throat burned, the words he’d finally spoken rattling around the inside of your skull, ringing in your ears.

“so, what changed?”

“you did. I had put up so many walls that when you were fixing everything, when you were doing and being everything I wanted, I couldn’t see it. I was so sure you were going to leave me, and so I figured it would hurt less if I never let you get that close. but you did get that close, you’re under my skin, running through my mind, living in my heart. so, I love you, and if you still love me, I think we should kiss and make up, because I’m going through withdrawals from your love, baby.”

“that last bit was so cheesy.” you whispered, eyes flicking down and lingering on his lips, which twisted into a smirk before you looked back up. he smoothed his thumb over your cheekbone, urging you a little closer.

“say you still love me.”

“you were an asshole.”

“yeah, I was. say you still love me.”

“you’re here.”

“yeah, I am. say you still love me.”

“I love you, azriel.”

“I love you, baby.”

and his lips brushed yours, once to tease, a second time to linger, and then he pressed his mouth firmly against your own. your sigh matched his, the feeling of pure bliss racing through your veins, a feeling you’d missed so much finally coming crashing back down. it was like you’d been cold for days, cold since the moment you left him, finally warm again.

“I missed you so much.” his words were mumbled into your mouth, softly between needy kisses, the hand on your cheek slipping down to rest on the back of your chair, the other slipping down to under the seat, your chair scraping on the floor as he pulled you closer to him. “don’t ever leave me again, think I was going insane.”

placing a hand on his chest, you pushed him back just enough to take a proper breath and catch his eye.

“trust me, azriel, I am not going anywhere. you.. you’re it. I know you’ve been hurt, you don’t have to tell me the ins and outs of it, but just know, I’m in it with you, all of it. it’s us, always. I just need you to trust that, trust that I love you and I want you, all of you, and we’ll make everything else up as we go.”

he only nodded, blinking away the shine that took over his eyes, and resting his forehead against yours, noses brushing lightly.

“oh, to be young and in love again.”

you jerked apart as your mother sat back down, staring between you both like she knew everything and nothing all at once.

maybe she did. you didn’t care, you were simply happy about having them both here. azriel’s hand smoothed down your arm lightly where it sat on the table, linking your fingers together, and squeezing.

it was a promise, that this was it, now. from now on, it was the two of you, together.

“so,” your mother started, leaning conspiratorially across the table. “I want to hear all about how you two met.”

#azriel x reader

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