#he won’t do shit but if the situation calls for it he won’t hesitate to go for the kill

[soulless-bex]

peter parker is scary because he’s spider man

ned leeds is scary because he’s not

#he’s just: ‘someone in this friendship needs to have no morals and it’s gotta be me’ #but honestly tho i kind of see him as the alfred to peter’s batman #he won’t do shit but if the situation calls for it he won’t hesitate to go for the kill #hes a sweetheart until he’s not #ned leeds #ned leeds headcanon #spiderman headcanon #peter parker #headcanon #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #tom holland spiderman

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your roommate, toji, can’t pay rent - again. he promises to pay you back soon, but you’re tired of his behaviour.

tags. (perv) roommate!toji fushiguro x female reader. smut, pōrn with plot kinda. dirty talk. rough. p in v -> unprotected. crēampie. fīngering. praise. reader gets called ‘princess, girl’. degrādation. toji’s a womaniser and asshole, like i’m talking dusty, manipulative asshole. unestablished relationship.

“that shit again?” toji rolls his eyes as he lazily switches between the channels on the television. he knows exactly what you’re going to say next. your complaining has a certain pattern that he’s picked up on.

he smacks his lips after being done with his snack. your snack - the one you put your name on before putting in the fridge. the dark-haired man shrugs, “i told ya, girl. i ain’t got the money this month.”

your head feels like it’s going to explode with anger. you know toji has the money. you saw him count the bills on his bed just yesterday, when you passed by his room to go to yours. “yeaaaah - gambled it all away, right?”

the usual excuse he uses. you’re sick and tired of hearing that for the nth time. it’s the same story every month. toji’s a lazy bastard. he’s living off your salary at this point. unapologetically.

“yep,” toji yawns, not even attempting to sound convincing, “got that right.” he knows you’re not going to do anything about it, so he takes advantage of that fact. you’re all bark, no bite.

you always tell him that you’re going to kick him out if he doesn’t pay, though you never take the action you swear on doing. toji has you wrapped around his finger and he knows.

even now, he notices the way you try not to look down at his body. his black shirt is slightly lifted, showing his happy trail that stops at the waistband of his boxers. the fact that he’s sitting on the couch with his legs spread only makes the sight more appealing.

“well, pack your bags then,” you cross your arms after succeeding into averting your attention to the problem at hand. you point at the door with a nod of your head, “i want you to leave by tonight.”

toji struggles to hold back a chuckle. he’ll play along for your sake and act upset by the situation. the tall man sighs and throws his hands up in defeat, trying to gain some pity, “aw, c’mon. have some mercy on me, yeah?”

you’re the one rolling your eyes this time. you’re not going to be naive about this anymore. you’re not going to fall into his trap. you stomp your way over to his room and grab the bag he uses for the gym, aggressively filling it with a bunch of his clothes.

“you’re going out,” you hiss as you walk back to your living room. you throw the filled bag at toji’s chest without hesitation. you know that you’re no match to a grown man, but you’re too fired up to care, “out. i don’t need some useless bum like you in my house.”

toji’s grin drops. his jaw clenches as he gets his bag thrown at him. you seem more serious about this. normally, you’d just cuss him out and lock yourself up in your room. you’re slowly breaking out of the helpless cycle you were in.

“move it,” you huff. your patience is wearing thin. you stand close to toji, your legs nearly touching. you’re towering over him as he sits on the couch, which gives you all the needed confidence. though if he were to stand up it’d be the exact opposite.

toji frowns and starts to realise that his usual manipulation tactics won’t work. he’s trying to think of other ways to distract you of your current dissatisfaction. some more… direct ways.

“you don’t mean that,” his voice turns husky. a real deep tone he only uses when he needs something out of a woman. toji’s veiny hand moves to the side of your thigh, slowly crawling up your skin while he gauges your reaction.

he’s never attempted distracting you in a sexual manner. perhaps now is the perfect moment to try out if it works.

your breath hitches as you feel his touch on your bare thigh. such a warm touch. you’re not going to act like toji hasn’t been attractive to you all this time. his cocky attitude is annoying, yes, but the nonchalance is also a huge turn on.

you’re in a daze. your rational mind is screaming at you to kick that man to the curb—to let him suffer the consequences of his actions—but you’re weak. you’ve sworn never to get involved with him intimately. you wouldn’t want to sleep with an asshole like him.

“do not,” your voice is shaky, revealing the truth behind your contradicting words. you can’t resist him and you’re slowly realising it. you don’t want to end up as all the other women toji’s charmed with his words and actions. you promised yourself that you wouldn’t fall for him.

and yet here you are.

“i can repay you in a different way, y’know?” toji hums, his other hand landing on your left thigh. he rubs your plush flesh up and down in a slow manner. his eyes watch yours intently. you’re nervous and it’s painfully obvious to him. he suppresses a victorious grin, “y’ sure you don’t wanna, princess?”

you’re as weak as they come. toji’s toying with you and you’re allowing it. you’re no different than those women he fucks every other day when he needs something from them. be it money or just stress relief.

you tremble as you feel his fingers graze against the insides of your thighs.

“i take the silence as a yes, hm?” toji chuckles haughtily. he cups the back of your thighs, just below your ass, pushing your body closer to his. you’re standing between his legs and his head is close to your chest. he looks up at you, “use y’r words f’me, pretty thing.”

your brain stops working. you’re so easy. all toji has to do is call you by those alluring names and you’re all his. his callused fingers stop at the hem of your shorts. they continue to sensually rub the material, inching closer to your clothed cunt.

“say you want it,” toji whispers, his raspy voice making your knees weak. you want it, but you’re stubborn enough to deny your desires. you’re throbbing, aching and wet for him. your eyes catch a glimpse of the bulge in his grey sweatpants.

“no, i won’t,” you try to keep your dignity, however you’re slowly losing it. it’s inevitable. you’re putty in his hands. you let out a high pitched whine when toji ‘accidentally’ slides his fingertips back and forth over your clothed pussy, “mgh—okay, okay. fuck—i want you. need you.”

you blurt the words out before you can stop them from leaving your mouth. you silently curse at yourself. your bodily desires have fully taken over. you hold onto toji’s broad shoulders, your grip on them so tight that it sends a shiver down his spine.

he knew that you’d give in sooner or later. the dark-haired man watches as you lower your head, placing it in the crook of his neck to hide yourself from him. he coos condescendingly—

“mhm. tha’s more like it,” toji wastes no time to pull your shorts down to your ankles. he licks his lips, breathing heavily against your bare shoulder. he can’t wait to take this further. he groans the moment your wetness makes contact with his hand, “shiiittt, she’s fuckin’ wet. bet you dreamt about this.”

your panties are discarded on the floor not a second later. you whine in embarrassment, though still spread your legs. you feel ashamed because of how quickly you gave in to his charms. you thought you’d be different, but alas.

your roommate is one hell of a womaniser.

“y’ think i don’t see those lewd looks you give me?”toji clicks his tongue. his green irises are shining brightly. he enjoys the feeling of your sloppy cunt against his bare hand. his thick fingers rub between your folds, teasing your entrance, “nasty little girl. got me wanting to fuck you silly every single time.”

the desire has been mutual all this time. you’ve been driving toji crazy since day one. the way you think you’re being subtle when checking him out never fails to make him hard. or when you walk around the apartment in those skimpy clothes—those shorts that define your ass so well.

he’s sure that you are doing it all on purpose. not wearing a bra, staring at him for too long when he comes out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist, sneaking glances at the outline of his fat cock. you’re not as clever as you think you are.

toji finally has you in his grasp and he’s not letting go. he’ll pound you to the mattress, until you’re satisfied and overstimulated.

he’ll get revenge for all those times you’ve (un)intentionally left him hard. all those times you left him sexually frustrated. all those times he had to resort to other things to relieve himself. all those times he had to waste his cum on his hands or on other women.

all those times he couldn’t fuck you—his pretty little roommate.

“you’re a pervert,” you whimper as you feel toji slip two fingers inside you without warning. his eyes nearly roll back from how tight you’re gripping his digits. it’s going to be so worth it once he’s got your pussy wrapped around his cock.

“yeah, but tha’s how you like ‘em,” toji laughs, not taking any offence to the accusation. he is a pervert when it comes to you and you secretly love it. the squelchy sounds echoing through the living space are all the evidence he needs, “no need to deny it. y’r cunt is doing all the talking for ya.”

you weakly punch his chest at his dirty words. he’s riling you up in both the best and worst ways possible. you moan and your hips shake from pleasure, feeling him curl his fingers up inside you. you hiccup and try to silence him, “shut up!”

toji loves seeing you deny your own feelings. it gives him so much power over you. he knows you’ll come back crawling to him when he’s done here.

after all, you’re stuck with him. literally. he’s not leaving this apartment any time soon. not when he’s got a cute roommate like you awaiting him whenever he comes back home.

soon enough, you end up in his bed. it smells like him. you’ve only imagined being in this situation. with him on top of you, between your legs, filling you to the brim with his cock. it’s huge—bigger than you thought it’d be. no wonder those other girls come back for more.

you can’t talk anymore. the only noises leaving your lips are moans—signs of the pleasurable sensations rushing through your body. your vision is blurry and all you can think of is this moment that you’ve waited for. to be dicked down by your roommate.

perhaps you’re the pervert here.

“bratty attitude nowhere to be found, heh,” toji snickers while his hips ram against yours. flop flop flop — it’s embarrassing how much noise your wet cunt is making. you’re dripping on his sheets while he’s splitting you open. he’s doing it so, so well. he grabs both your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head, giving you no chance to touch him.

toji pants as his thrusts increase in speed. he can’t keep his eyes away from you. you’re beautiful underneath him like this, on his bed, your body a piece of art he wishes to admire every single night. he smirks, “all you needed was some dick to shut that mouth of y’rs up, huh?”

you’re humiliated by how cheap you made yourself seem. you don’t respond to the man’s words and just wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in. toji grunts and slaps your thighs with his free hand, surprised by your actions, “fuck—didn’t know my roommate was such a slut in bed.”

your mouth hangs open. you’re sure you’re drooling by now. toji’s voice nearly becomes inaudible with how focused you are on the feeling of his cock. it’s hitting that right spot over and over again, the curve of his pink tip almost kissing your cervix.

“fffnghh, right there!” you moan loudly. you don’t care if the neighbours file noise complaints against you. they should’ve done so before, when toji had other women over. you remember how many times you had to put your earplugs in because your bastard of a roommate couldn’t keep it down.

the same bastard that’s fucking you so good right now. you can’t recall the amount of orgasms you’ve had already. toji didn’t even cum once and that’s only embarrassing you more. your inability to control yourself is pathetic. maybe not to toji though; he enjoys how easily he can make you spasm and squirt underneath him.

“i got’cha,” toji’s voice turns sweet for a split second once he sees how desperate you are for another mind blowing climax. if he knew you’d be this needy for him, he’d have taken you to bed long time ago.

“need you to say smthing f’me, ‘kay?” toji whispers and bites your earlobe, nibbling on it. his husky voice in your ear is like heaven. it makes you want to listen to whatever he has to say. you can hear the smirk in his voice when he increases his pace, “say that i don’t need to pay y’ back no more.”

you nearly choke on your own spit. toji is an asshole—manipulating your moment of weakness and vulnerability for his own benefit—and yet you allow him. you try to fight the urge to give in, but it’s too late.

“y-you don’t have to pay me back anymore,” you repeat with a whine and shake your head. it’s impossible to think rationally when you’ve got a fat dick all the way in your cunt, hitting all the right spots. your eyes roll back as you babble inaudible stuff in between moans, “promise, you don’t have to—mghhh!”

toji hisses at the feeling of you tightening up around him. you’re insatiable, wanting to continue until you’re able to milk every drop of cum out of his heavy balls. he’s never had a girl be so desperate for him. so dumb and easy.

“atta girl,” your roommate hums and moves his hands to lift your thighs. his inhuman pace only seems to increase with the change of positions. toji stares down at you from behind his black bangs, “no more whinin’ about money ‘n stuff, yeah?”

his gaze is a mix of pure lust and intimidation. you nod your head along to all he says, too cockdrunk to resist anything. you’re living the dream and you’re unwilling to ruin it, “y-yes, not gonna do it again.”

toji groans at the sound of your whiny voice. he’s going to make you addicted to him—that’s his ultimate goal. his hips slam against yours repeatedly, a slick trail of your fluids sticking to his pelvis, “shit, pussy’s sucking me in, princess.”

you can’t get enough of him and vice versa. the dark-haired man fails to keep his composure for a second, pushing his body weight on yours, caging you right against the mattress. he can’t stop his cock from throbbing each time it dives into your insides.

“gonna cum real deep in you,” toji grumbles. he’ll give you every drop, all the way into your womb. he’ll make you his woman for tonight and the many nights yet to come. if it’s left up to him, he’ll gladly fuck you like this every day, “be greedy ‘n take it all.”

you gasp and feel toji thrusting harder into your aching cunt. you didn’t think he’d be able to go faster. you mewl and scream about how good he feels, which only feeds toji’s big ego. he grips your thighs tightly, nails digging into the flesh.

“fuck!” white dots appear in your vision as you reach your peak once again. you feel like your heart stops beating for a second. you involuntarily start convulsing, legs shaking and hips bucking up to meet toji’s.

he hisses and closes his eyes, shooting his creamy load all the way inside of you. ropes of warm cum spurt out of his tip, filling your pussy like both of you have always imagined. he sighs and thrusts a couple more times, making sure no drop escapes your messy folds, “mhmmm, there we go, girl.”

you’re still dazed. you’re slack-jawed, your spit dripping down your chin. you’re more sleepy than ever. no one has made you feel this good in a while. toji watches you struggle to stay conscious and huffs proudly.

he rolls off you and lays down on his back, stretching his arms. he yawns—not bothering with aftercare at the moment. he’ll let you cool off first before he gets you a towel to clean up. toji tilts his head to the side and grins, “debt repaid.”

he’s said it so casually. you don’t notice what he’s implying until you’ve calmed down. your rationality comes back to you after a couple seconds, and when it does, your heart sinks to your stomach. your eyes widen as you recall what you’ve basically promised him.

you promised not to ask for the money he owes you ever again. oh, stupid you.

“wait—”

unfortunately for you, toji’s already snoring. his eyes are closed as he lays there like he hasn’t just rearranged your guts and manipulated you to say stuff you can’t take back. you scoff and rub your eyes, kicking your legs in frustration at your own naivety.

what a bastard.

#sttoru writes. #jjk smut #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #jjk x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #jjk x you

[blue-jisungs]

guiding you through crowd ♡

requested. yup! based on a piece i wrote here and got asked to write something like that w txt ^^

additional. established relationship + reader an boys’ relationship is known to public

┆彡 YEONJUN [ 연준 ]

oh boy

he tries to act cool but he’s kinda pissed off :(

esp when you’re leaving a place you were on a date with and it’s really your first time seeing such a big crowd in person

you panic a little but he kissed your temple, cheeks, nose; everything, to calm you down

squeezes your hand as you walk through the crowd, eyes fixated on you to notice if there’s any discomfort or anxiety growing on your face

asks if you’re okay once in a car, ready to give anything you need

water? already on your lap. need a breather? he’s opening the window slightly and guides you through it. need a kiss or hug? he’s already smooching your face. a joke to lighten up the mood? knock knock–

definitely makes a serious comment about it in weverse (as he should)

┆彡 SOOBIN [ 수빈 ]

poor baby

he’s so nervous and unsure what to do

well, no. he’s sure he needs to get you safe to the car but he’s so sad and angry at the same time

not only you’re robbed of privacy but also he can clearly see how this situation made you anxious

helps you calm down a bit, runs his fingers through your hair in a soothing motion

asks the guard if you can grab his shirt ㅠㅠ

and the man agrees, bless his heart

so as you squeeze your eye shut in fear, one hand clutching the bodyguard’s shirt not to stray too far away and the other squeezing soobin’s hand

soobin himself is glaring at the ‘fans’, clearly annoyed

which makes some of them a bit scared

┆彡BEOMGYU [ 범규 ]

he’s so <||3

you know those pics of celebs who hide their faces by tucking a tissue unde their sunglasses or wearing a bag on their head?

yeah

ignoring the fact that people know who you both are

beomgyu wants to ease the tension and proposes to wear something silly

paparazzis and ‘fans’ are here in the first place to get some pics, no?

so why don’t give them pics.

so he’s walking, hand in yours swinging dramatically as you have masks with holes cut for eyes on your face

well, you have two normal masks and one with holes; he has a paper bag with a >:P scribbled on it

almost slams into the car door tho bc he didn’t calculate the distance between them and himself LMAOSJW

but once you’re in a car, his hands are on your face (masks taken off) – worried eyes scanning if you’re okay

you calm each other down, beomgyu making a mental note to speak on it during next live

┆彡 TAEHYUN [ 태현 ]

umm

he’s pissed 😇

he wanted the spend some time with you and all of a sudden there’s this huge crowd approaching you in a park

he sees how tensed up you got and in the blink of an eye calls the guards.

stares threateningly into the ‘fans’’ eyes while he guides you to the car, his hand never leaving the small of your back

once you’re in the car this mf will step out and very friendly and nicely says to the people to fuck off 😇

when he gets back in the car you can clearly see he’s pissed, jaw tightened and vein almost popping out

so you hold his hand to calm him down and he immediately comes back to reality; asking if you’re fine and placing soft kisses on your face

makes a long ass paragraph on weverse, talks about it on lives AND to the managers to prevent such incidents from happening in the future

king shit fr

┆彡 HUENING KAI [ 휴닝카이 ]

kai :(((

he’s so frustrated that your quality time got interrupted

instantly checks up on you, laser focused and looking for any kinds of discomfort

throws a hoodie over you, smooches your cheeks and interlocks fingers with yours as you get ready to go through the crowd :(

keeps an eye on you 24/7 but

but.

he won’t hesitate to slightly push someone if they get in the way

luckily there’s no need but just so you know he’s more than willing to in order to protecc you

once you’re in a car, he hugs you tightly and apologises even tho it’s not his fault :((

won’t let go of your hand until you arrive to the dorms actually

he’s hesitant if he should speak out about it, so first he asks taehyun for advice

and even if kai doesn’t publicly speak on it but takes action more on the private side (managers etc) …

taehyun will make sure to throw a jab or two on weverse

he’s like ur guard dog fr

also pls reassure kai you’re okay, he’ll worry about it and overthink it :(

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[farfaras]

Part 1.

Maybe if Steve acts casual Robin won’t even notice. She barely pays attention to him when she’s too busy rambling about her love life. Or lack there of. If Steve’s lucky, today is gonna be one of those days.

But Steve’s good luck probably ended the first time he took a look at a demogorgon.

“What is that?” Robin giggled. If she finds this amusing wait until she hears what actually happened.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb. That only worked when I thought you were an actual idiot.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah well, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” Steve put on his family video vest and clocked in.

“What? I notice things!” Robin exclaimed when Steve made his way to the counter.

“Yeah, when you’re not too busy daydreaming about Vickie.”

“You’re changing the subject!”

“Objection!”

“Stop it!”

Steve sighed. How could you explain your friend sucked your neck to make your another friend jealous when you don’t even like said friend? Tricky.

Ugh. Robin was gonna make fun of him.

“You wouldn’t believe me.” Steve tried. It was a last resort to save himself from the embarrassment.

“Yeah, because I’ve never experienced anything out of the ordinary.” She raised an eyebrow. Steve knew she wouldn’t let it go. “When did you even go on a date, dingus? I don’t remember you telling me about it.”

“I didn’t go on a date.”

“Well then who did that?” She narrowed her eyes. “Ew! Are you in a friends with benefits situation?” She look scandalized and curious at the same time. “Because honestly Steve, I don’t think that’s your thing. I mean even if you try, it wouldn’t work out. You’re like an actual romantic. Wanting a serious relationship, yearning connection and all that shit. It would be cute if you weren’t kinda desperate sometimes.” Okay he had to cut her off if he wanted to keep his ego unbruised.

“Jesus! Okay! You don’t have to say it like I’m some loser who can’t get a girlfriend!” If he needed humbling he knew who to call now though.

“But you kind of are.”

“Do you want to know or not?” Even if he was embarrassed about the whole thing, he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t hoping Robin would give him some insight. Once she stopped making fun of him. “It was Eddie.”

Her eyes widened in surprise and… excitement? “Holy shit! It finally happened?” What is she talking about now? “I thought I would actually have to wait another year at least for you guys to figure it out.” There’s nothing that makes Steve feel more inadequate than when he doesn’t get what people are talking about. “I mean anyone who’s got eyes could see how much you two liked each other and it’s cute but I was getting tired of the pining..” she trailed off when she saw how silent Steve was. “Why aren’t you as excited as me?”

Pining? Like each other? Did Robin think..? Did Eddie?

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He questioned. His mind was going through every interaction him and Eddie once had. Trying to analyze his own behavior to come up with an explanation as to why someone would think he likes Eddie.

“Oh god. I thought. Did you guys not like… get together?” She was hesitant. It felt like she was trying not to scare a wild animal.

“No.”

“I gotta stop running my mouth like that. I’m sorry.” She looked mortified and it would be funny if this was another situation. “But what? Why would he do that? I’m so lost here, Steve.”

Steve went through backstory first, then he started retelling the events of the other day. Including how he actually enjoyed himself a little. He might as well be a hundred percent transparent, she was his best friend after all.

“Robin, say something.” His best friend being silent was not something he was used to.

“I’m so confused.” She said.

“Me too.” His confusion was starting to fade. The answer right in front of his face.

“So you’re… not together? Even after that?”

“I don’t even like him like that!”

“But you said you liked it!”

“Who wouldn’t!”

“I wouldn’t! Steve, a boy giving me hickeys is one of my worst nightmares.” He knew that. He knew it meant something that he liked it. The question is if he’s ready to face what it means.

“I- I know, okay?”

“Steve, say the word and we’ll stop talking about this.” He loves his best friend. He doesn’t know what he’d do without her.

“No. I think I’m ready.” Steve muttered. Robin smiled gently at him and that was all the encouragement he needed to feel safe enough to say it out loud.

“I like him.”

They hugged.

-

“It kinda sucks that he doesn’t like me back though.”

Robin thunked her head on the counter.

#kinda rushed #don’t know if this is going anywhere #steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #stranger things 4 #ficlet #mer writes sometimes #platonic stobin #i want what they have #steve and robin #eddie pov next ?? perhaps ?

[amaesama]

jeff & EJ (separately ofc) popping their partners cherry & getting absolutely riled up about the blood ? like maybe they get very vocal and describe to them the mess they made on their dicks ? using words to fluster you up to no extent 🧚🏼‍♀️

Hi! I’m back! I’m so sorry it’s taken so long for me to do this, being in university means I have hardly any free time or motivation to write. Thank you for the request and I hope this is alright!

Content/warnings: I favour Jack, blood, Jeff’s a bitch,

Jeff the Killer:

Jeff isn’t a passionate lover, more like a selfish one, a little fucked if you will. We all know that he gets completely turnt off of blood and this will absolutely be conveyed in blood.

The man is definitely way too into knife play, but that’s a story for another time

The first time you have sex you’ll need to remind him that foreplay is indeed a thing cuz mans will be rough af and seeing as it’s your first time there’s just no way you’ll be able to take that. I don’t think he knows too much about sex, like he knows enough but he doesn’t know that you’ll bleed the first time, and you don’t bring it up cuz you thought it was a given that he’d know this. ALTHOUGH you had a feeling he would lose it for a bit.

So! You’re laying there, he’s on top of you (hopefully not in that rancid hoodie) and his cock is positioned at your entrance. My guy is shit at talking so he’ll just look up at you as a way of asking your permission, to which you’ll nod. He would never EVER say this but there’s a certain part of him that’s a TINY bit nervous so he hesitates for a second before he finally pushes in.

He hears you squeak and looks up to see you clenching your eyes shut in pain. He’s confused by this until he feels something dripping down his dick - he looks down and completely freezes when he see’s it’s your blood. He’ll just stare for a second before reaching down and touching it, like a weirdo. It takes him a few second to comprehend it and the man won’t even question it.

And then he loses it. He will instantly pick up the pace and push your legs up so he can get a good look at him going in and out of you, with your blood webbing over his dick. He’ll lean over to your ear and talk about how filthy you are, how beautiful your blood looks on yous skin, how you’ll have to clean up after the mess you made.

Usual name calling things, he’ll call you a dirty whore , messy slut, you’d be surprised at how creative he can get.

Lowkey degradation vibes.

Eyeless Jack:

As a former med student, Jack knows all about the body and what it does in certain situations. As a man eating demon thing he knows all about his own need to consume blood and flesh to live, which is why he’s…. Hesitant, to take your virginity.

He knows blood will rile him up so being the respectful man he is he’ll talk to you about it before you have sex for the first time. He’ll make sure you know all the terms and conditions and knowing him will probably whip out a form for you to sign saying you consent.

/hj

Nah fr tho, he’ll do lots of foreplay so you feel comfortable and prepared cuz he’s a big boy, to the point where you’re just like ‘😐 bro just get on with it.’ It’s not that he’s postponing it and avoiding actually having sex with you, he’s just worried for your safety and after a while the foreplay is more to help ease his spirits then prepare you for the potential dick down of your life.

The days or minutes of hours or whatever leading up to it he would totally just be reassuring himself that it’s going to be fine and you’re going to be fine and nothing bad will happen, but as he’s looking down at you now with the head of his cock slowly pushing into you, your tight virgin entrance squeezing around him until he’s finally able to sink fully into you, he has an awful feeling that he’s going to lose it.

For a second he thinks he’s safe, you’re face is slightly scrunched in pain but there’s no blood, right?

Wrong.

Very wrong.

He smells it first. A familiar metallic smell that he knows from every time he eats but a little sweeter, and at first he thinks he’ll be ok. Until he feels the blood.

He curls into you, his face into your shoulder as he breaths heavily into your neck. He’s trying so hard to just calm down, but you can tell from the grip he has on your waist that he can’t go on for much longer without going mental. He can feel and hear everything about you, from the tremble of your thighs to the pumping of blood in the artery in your neck. Your torso flush against his, the smell of your hair. He feels a rumbling growl in his throat as he instinctively thrust inwards, revelling in the feeling of your blood being pushed down his length.

‘Messy… so messy… so sweet…’

Nah you’ve lost him. He’ll start thrusting into you at a rapid pace, nails piercing your skin from how tight he’s holding you.

I honestly don’t think he’ll be able to form coherent words in this state, just a lot of growling and animalistic sounds, sometimes littered with curses and ‘dirty’ or ‘’s goin ev’reywherr… you’re- you’re cleaning this up.’

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #creepypasta smut #eyeless jack smut #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless Jack x reader smut #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer smut #Jeff the Killer x reader smut #smut

[jokingmisfit]

Different Jokers Reacting to you Needing to Take Medicine

Jeremiah Valeska

-This man is a genius. He already knew before you told him. He already did research on any and all medicine you have to take. 

-Jeremiah may keep you on your toes for a lot of things but he’s pretty chill about this. You could even take medicine for your mental health when it comes to Jeremiah. If it makes you feel better he’s all for it.

- God forbid the doctor drops you or the pharmacy won’t run the prescription. Jeremiah will not hesitate to start bombing buildings just so you can get what you need.

- If you have to get off one medicine to switch to another he’s going to be right there to analyze your every move (like he doesn’t already) to make sure nothing goes wrong. The second you act off he’s getting you back in there for a better med. Also if you start showing any symptoms he’ll know because he read everything on that medicine.

- He makes sure you take your meds on time everyday. He kind of likes the domesticity of it, the pattern. Jeremiahs stopped mid planning or meeting just to tell/text/call you to take your meds.

-Overall the perfect Joker for having to take medicine. 10/10

Jerome Valeska

-Jerome is the complete opposite of his brother. The man is a loose cannon and is always doing something or other. He had absolutely no idea you were taking meds.

 -Let’s hope you bring it up because if you don’t and he finds them he’ll flip shit. He’ll scream and rant and break things. He may even threaten you. He’ll feel so upset and so betrayed. You’ll have to explain very carefully what they’re for.

-If you bring it up, introduce it slowly, mention what’s physically “wrong” that makes you need to take it, then explain what the medicine does. At first he’s going to be hesitant but at least you can hold his attention. He takes things like this very seriously (especially if it’s you).

-He’s not going to be 100% happy about it but he understands. This isn’t about you not liking your brain, it's about you being in pain. He hates when you’re in pain.

-You can’t take mental medication with him. Jerome refuses to “let you destroy your precious mind.”

- If your doctor drops you or there's a problem with the pharmacy he’ll just cause problems. By that I mean he’ll start blowing the brains out onto the floor. Only to steal the medicine.

-You might think that Jerome will continue to know nothing about your medicine but as soon as you stop talking about it he’ll hyperfocus on it for a few hours. He’ll, by the end of his research, know everything about this/these medicine(s).

-He’ll notice if you start having physical or other symptoms he’ll notice but it’ll take a day or so because he’s so all over the place. Once he notices though he’s threatening people to get you back in there to “fix” you.

-He often forgets you even take it until you take them or need to go to the doctor. He just doesn't see it as something he should butt too much into

- He hates seeing you in pain so he’ll let you take them and he’s pretty good with it so I’d say he’s a solid 6/10 for this situation.

Dark Knight/Ledger!Joker

-He’s smart but he’s busy. Joker had an inkling that you were on something, he just didn’t know what.

-He finds out when he comes just waltzing in while you’re taking it or maybe while you’re filling a pill case. He doesn’t freak out on you but he dances questions off his tongue. As long as you’re honest he’ll be fine with it.

-However if you’re taking medicine for your mental health he’s going to put up a bit of a fight. He’s not going to get loud or aggressive, no. Instead he’s going to praise your mind and your way of thinking. He’s going to try and manipulate you into stopping. If you're strong enough to tell him you’re going to take it then he’ll let it go. It’ll come up every once in a while because he doesn’t like it but he won't force you to stop.

-If something goes bad with your doctor or pharmacy, it's sad to say you’re on your own. Joker is busy constantly and doesn’t have the time for any of that. That being said, if it goes on too long you’ll notice the exact type of medicine you need is found in bulk in your living room with a little bow on the top.

-Now let's say you need to switch meds. Jokers going to be right on top of that shit. You’ll probably mention it in passing but the Joker's biggest fear is something happening to you, so he’s going to make sure no stupid pill or shot is screwing you up. The second you show any “odd” symptom he’s crashing into a hospital, stealing a doctor, doing whatever to make it better.

-Joker acts like a distant caregiver in a way. He doesn’t get involved with it often but the moment you make a comment about any struggles you’re having with it he’s going to find a solution

-I’d say he’s pretty good with the medicine unless it’s mental cause then he may be petty sometimes. Overall a good 8/10.

Arthur Fleck/Joker

-He’s the most understanding for physical medicine and the least for mental. Arthur is 100% down for you taking medicine so you’re not in physical pain. Mental medicine is another story. He thinks it’s stupid and useless, he doesn’t take any and he was supposed to, look at how good he’s doing.

-He’s not letting it happen, you can’t take mental medication.

-He probably knew you needed to take it from the beginning. There’s a big chance it’s one of the first topics the two of you even talked about.

-If your doctor or pharmacy drops you or causes issues he’s on top of it. He’s probably the most calm towards them. It’s when they don’t budge that his gun gets drawn. He refuses to let you suffer in pain.

-He knows you really well and he’s always asking how you are. If you get symptoms from a new medicine he notices immediately. It doesn’t matter what is going on, he is going to make sure you’re taken care of.

-He just loves you so much. He’ll always be there, he just can’t let you take meds that will “hurt” your mind.

-He’s great with physical medicine, not mental. He’s an absolute sweetheart. 8/10 just for the sugar.

#joker x reader #ledger joker #ledger!joker x reader #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck joker #jeremiah valeska #jerome valeska #jeremiah valeska x reader #jerome valeska x reader

[dixonsgirl93]

Bad Day

(This is literally based off a Co-worker of mine who pisses me off almost daily. I imagined Ghost accidentally upsetting you while trying to teach you to be more assertive. The hug at the end is the most crucial part of this)

“You gotta give her a taste of her own medicine.” Simon grumbled, exasperated.

You sighed heavily. “I know. I’m just…not a confrontational person. At all.”

“Then let me teach you.” He takes a step back as if the two of you are about to spar.

“I don’t know…” You hesitate, already with a gut feeling this isn’t going to end well.

“Trust me.” He says and you do. “‘Blah blah blah I’m bossing you around’. How’s that?”

You smirk at his attempt. “You could be her twin.”

“Okay, so what would you normally say?” He asks, getting you back on track.

You shrug. “Just say yeah or something and walk away.”

His shoulders slump and he stares at you incredulously. You can’t see the rest of his face but you just know his expression says ‘are you serious?’

“You know, by doing that she just thinks it’s okay to keep talking to you like that.” He points out.

“I know. But it’s either that or I tell her to fuck off.” You fold your arms.

He frowns slightly, the mask moving with him. “Well…that won’t do.”

“I don’t know what else to say. I’m crap at these types of situations. I’m either passive or extreme.” You hold out your hands to emphasise your point.

He sighs and shuts his eyes tight for a moment. “Okay. Just start by giving her the same attitude back. Find a good moment when you need to ask her something. And don’t be passive when she responds with hostility.” He added as an afterthought, already predicting your response.

“Gosh. I can try.”

“Try now.” He gestures to you and sets his feet, again as if readying himself for a spar. “Go and…clean that up.”

You open your mouth to respond but stop and take second. What would be a good response? Something she says to you all the time? “Say please.”

“That’s good! Again-”

“I’m done. I’ve had a stressful enough day without more of this shit.” You turn to leave.

“Oi!” Simon calls. “Get back here.”

Something in you snaps as his harsh tone. Maybe it was the fact he’d never yelled at you like that before. Or maybe it was just the stress of the day had built up too much. Could have just been everything all together, bubbling up inside you like mentos in coke.

Tears spring to your eyes and fall quicker than you can blink them away.

“Hey.” Simon’s voice is softer. His footsteps approach you from behind. “I’m sorry. Come here.” He reaches out and steers you to turn around. He pulls you into his chest, his hand holding your head.

“I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m sorry.”

#Simon Riley #simon ghost riley drabble #simon ghost riley imagine #cod simon ghost riley #cod simon riley #simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod imagines #simon riley x you

[yuusishi]

Could I request Silver, Ace and Deuce (separately) reacting to their s/o calling out Crowley for being useless and neglectful and how, if it weren't for ADeuce, they would've loved to watch NRC burn?

. . . ONLY EXCEPTION

pairings : Silver , Ace Trappola x gn!reader

genre : hurt/comfort-ish? has hints of fluff

cws/tws : yelling & cursing

a/n : sorry I was only able to do Ace and Silver !! I couldn't think of much to write about for Deuce 😭😭😭also I was doing this in the middle of a bunch of class breaks for a month so it may be messy lol

“You’re finally here, [Name]!” Crowley said enthusiastically, “As you know, there’s an upcoming festival in Sage’s Island that Night Raven College is—” “Let me guess, you want me to work on it” you said, a deadpan expression on your face, “Yeah, work on some stupid festival in an island in a world I don’t even belong in and was brought to for no fucking reason” the Headmage stared at the growing annoyance on your face, not knowing what to say. “Now, [Name], it won’t be that bad, so let’s settle this calmly” you clicked your tongue, “That’s what you said before! I’ve had to deal with a bunch of overblotting students and research how to get home on my own, all that then what were you doing? Nothing!”

A couple students started to gather outside the Headmage’s office upon hearing the commotion, and one of them was … . “If it weren’t for him and the others I would love to watch this stupid school burn to the ground.”

SILVER !!

Silver was one of the students that walked closer to the Headmage’s office to inspect the yelling. As he walked closer, he started hearing a familiar voice, his eyes widened in shock seeing that it was you giving Crowley a piece of your mind.

He’s not fond of hearing yelling (minus Sebek’s, but even then he tells him off if he’s going too far), it disturbs everyone and causes a scene. So imagine his confusion seeing you leaned down towards the Headmage’s table pointing a finger at him while Crowley just sank down his chair even further.

As much as he would've loved to go right in and calm you down himself, he could tell this was an issue that you wanted to deal with yourself. So, he waited until you ceased your barrage of insults and rants towards the Headmage and marched off outside the office, by this time the other students just began to ignore the scene and walk to their respective clubs and groups.

Seeing you walk out, Silver didn't waste a second grabbing your hand and asking in a worried tone if you were alright. He wasn't planning on forcing any explanation out of you, he already knew how you were treated by the Headmage, he just wanted to know what caused all this.

In the end, whether or not you explained yourself, he still pulled you into his arms in an attempt to comfort you. Silver didn't know what words to use, all of them felt wrong to say at the moment, so he just settled for just wordlessly holding you until you let go of him.

After this he'll make sure that you're no longer being overworked by the Headmage (reluctantly, he needed to ask help from Malleus due to his power as a Housewarden) and that, as much as he would love for you to stay, he would help you with everything within his power to get you home.

ACE TRAPPOLA !!

Ace walked you to the Headmage's office before you headed in, chatting with you on the way but he could read like an open book that faint look of irritation that you tried to mask.

He isn't one to always go against authority, only ones he knows is doing wrong. Hell, he talked shit about the Headmage with you back then when the situation wasn't that bad just yet.

So as he stood leaning against the dark walls outside the office, he and other students flinched hard hearing yelling coming in from the inside. Without hesitation, he busted in the office and saw you berating Crowley.

He felt conflicted for a moment, he wasn't sure if he should pry you off the desk or let you let it all out, he didn't know the full extent of the stress that you were put through but he sure as hell knew most of it.

For the sake of not risking expulsion, he pried you off of the surprised Headmage and dragged you out the office, much to his surprise you didn't fight back.

"What the hell was that!?" he yelled, he sounded angry but you wished he wasn't. And he really wasn't, he was worried instead.

Worried about the repercussions you would face for doing that to the Headmage. What if you get suspended, or worse expelled.

Ace wasn't the best at comforting people, so his solution was taking you out to an isolated bench in the campus with some snacks he bought.

You don't need to speak, hell, you could space out the entire time and he wouldn't be bothered at all. He knows you're not feeling the best, so he just sits there until you're ready to start talking.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #silver x reader #silver x you #silver twisted wonderland #twst silver #ace trappola x reader #ace x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x you

[sixpie]

+ CUP PROTECTION SQUAD ; ft. eren , armin , jean , & connie .

+ synopsis ; how do the aot boys protect ya cup at the club?

+ cw ; mentions of blood & violence .

you were knee deep into your much-deserved friday night out. alongside you gang of closest friends, you partied hard and drank harder. refilling your solo cup for the umpteenth time in the last hour, you groaned at that familiar feeling tugging at your bladder: you had to pee. peeling away from your girls on the crowded dance floor, you squeeze through sweaty bodies until you run into (eren/armin/jean/connie). with a breath of relief, you push your cup into his hard chest, voice laced with desperation as you beg, “i gotta piss so bad! could you keep an eye on my cup for me?”

# EREN JAEGER .

“whatever,” eren yells over the music, watching as you disappear back into the crowd.

acts all nonchalant, but in reality, he takes this little mundane task almost too serious.

eren’ll just stand in that exact spot, arms crossed, cup in hand, wearing the meanest expression. he knows he’s intimidating, and uses it as an advantage to ward off any creeps.

let’s say a situation does arise where someone comes up to him, trying to tamper with your drink. oh boy, eren’s irrational ass would toss the cup aside, uncaring if it spills, and dragging the fucker outside in the alley to scrap.

don’t worry, he’d buy you another vodka spritz or ‘whatever girly shit you drink.’

overall cup-holding rating: D-

you can’t find eren when you return from the bathroom. chocking it up to him being a flaky prick, you shrug his absence off and meet back up with mikasa and sasha on the dance floor.

it isn’t until an hour later that you feel a tap on your shoulder. you smile, assuming it’s annie or hitch, but that smile plummets the moment your eyes land on eren. he’s sporting a busted lip, and there’s a gash over his thick eyebrow that’s gushing a bloody river down the side of his sharp face. you open your mouth to say something, anything, but you were cut off by eren shoving a cup into your personal space.

“i spilt your drink,” eren explains, as if he’s not all bruised and bloody. “hope you like vodka.”

# ARMIN ARLERT .

“oh my goodness, of course i can,” armin says sweetly, flashing a gentle smile at you. “i’ll be waiting right here for you, ‘kay?”

is happy to help you however he can, even if it’s doing something as simple as watching over your drink.

armin will hold a hand over the rim of your solo cup, mindlessly swaying to the beat of whatever song is playing in the club as he patiently waits for your arrival.

if somebody does happen to approach him, asking to mess with your drink, armin won’t hesitate to drop his angel persona and get a little snippy.

“do you know how creepy you look asking to see another person’s drink like that? you’ve got about ten seconds to get lost before i call my buddies and have them handle you.”

armin would teach the perv a lesson himself, but he’d rather not leave the spot he told you to meet him at. sicking eren, jean, and connie on the gross bastard was the next best option.

the threat always works like a charm, and armin is able to protect your cup with spilling a drop.

overall cup-holding rating: A+

“oh, ‘min,” you sighed. the man had been glued in the same position you’d left him in, accompanied by a soft smile. “thank you so, so much. sorry to be such a burden.”

“nonsense,” armin shrugged off your worries, all the while trying to shake off the tiny blush that had seeped through his cheeks at your clumsiness. “you could never be a burden, not in a million years. i’m glad you came to me, y/n.”

he passed your beverage back to you, and all you could do was blink up at him, stunned by his unadulterated kindness. though, that was armin for you: always the selfless type, his generosity shouldn’t be surprise. “really?”

“really,” the blonde affirmed, scratching the back of his neck as he peered wearily out into the sea of strangers, mingling and dancing. “who knows what kind of creeps are here tonight. it’s just… i’m happy that you trust me to keep you safe. that’s all.”

# JEAN KIRSTEIN .

“me?” jean asks, baffled, before sputtering out a few more words, “i mean, sure. yeah, no-no problem at all, y/n.”

HE’S SO DRAMATIC, a literal nervous wreck for no reason. poor baby is just a 6’4 ball of raging anxiety 24/7 ):

is sweating bullets in the club, tuning out all other noises or people or anything that could possibly serve as a distraction.

jean’s clutching the plastic cup to his chest, like a mother holding her newborn. he places the rim beneath his jaw, using it as a makeshift cover.

it’s unlikely that anyone approaches jean in pursuit of your drink—his overwhelming height does wonders scaring off any potential creeps—but on the off chance someone does come up to jean, asking to take a peek at your cup, he’ll pull the good ole’ ‘girlfriend’ card out real quick.

“why do you wanna see my girlfriend’s drink?”

that mixed with a mean mug from jean is the perfect combination to get any dude to fuck off immediately.

overall cup-holding rating: B-

“gah, sorry i took so long,” you sweatdropped, hanging your head as you stood before jean. “the line for the bathroom was ridiculous.”

“don’t worry, ‘m always happy to help you,” jean smiled, quickly wiping away some of the sweat that had beaded along his brow with the back of his wrist. “your cup, madam.”

he presented the plastic cup to you rather formally, an action that had your eyes crinkling with a goofy laugh. “thank you, sir jean,” you played along, dropping a courtesy before accepting your drink.

jean flushed, maybe because of your laugh? or maybe because you matched his dorky energy so well? or maybe it’s just because you’re you. “anytime.”

# CONNIE SPRINGER .

“you know i gotchu mama,” connie smiled easily, grabbing the cup and swirling it around. “imma make this cup my biatch.”

connie is a certified idiot, but we all knew this.

he’d do so good for the first few minutes, waiting for you to return with your cup secured in both his large hands.

but one minute turns into five, which turns into ten, and the pink liquid dancing in your cup starts to look fucking delicious.

‘one sip wouldn’t hurt, right?’

but one sip turns into five, which turns into ten, and suddenly the delicious, pink liquid is now almost fully gone. it’s not his fault, dammit! he blames you for having the best taste in drinks.

nobody would even approach connie, no, they would all think it was his drink with the way he downed half the fucking cup.

overall cup-holding rating: F-

“you’re a life saver con’,” you cheer upon finally returning back to your friend. he looks slightly more tipsy than when you’d left, his eyelids low and his tongue pressed cheekily against his canines.

“what would you do without me?” connie asks, passing you back your cup.

“i don’t kn—” you paused, feeling the weight of the solo cup in your hands. with a suspicious glare, you queried, “connie, why is my cup so light?”

he just smiled, licking his lips before shrugging like the bastard he is.

#❔ー、☆. headcanons #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren fluff #eren smut #eren x black fem!reader #eren headcanons #armin x reader #armin smut #aot smut #aot headcanons #jean smut #jean fluff #connie smut #connie fluff #armin headcanons

[takecareluv]

oooh how about a rapper says something in his song abt reader and jack would not be amused

my girl || jack harlow x reader

you knew how it went in the industry, you’d heard it plenty of times before. there were countless amount of songs where rappers had thrown shade or called out exes and enemies alike. it was all apart of the game.

but you never once expected to hear your own name while casually listening to a song on the radio; especially by someone who is or more like was a friend of your boyfriend.

the very same boyfriend who was sitting next to you in the car and clearly heard the same lyrics you did.

you watched as his jaw clenched and he began gripping the steering wheel a little harder, driving slightly faster towards the studio you were en route to.

instinctively, you reached out to place your hand on his thigh, feeling him noticeably relax at your touch. you didn’t know what to say in that moment; you too were feeling hurt over the crude lyrics that were not only extremely false and out there for millions to hear, but sang by an individual you had been nothing but kind to in the past.

you knew not to take it too personal though. your boyfriend, however, did not seem to feel the same way.

…

when you finally arrived at the studio, jack was quick to get out of the car, slamming the door shut, and storming into the building the rest of his team was currently waiting for him in.

you could already hear him yelling from down the hall as you slowly lingered behind.

“who the fuck does he think he is? talk about me, i don’t care, but about my girl, my fucking wife. are you kidding me? i’m gonna kill him.”

“j, you’re not killing anyone so please just sit and calm down.” you stated softly, feeling all eyes turn to you as you made your appearance in the room known.

“but baby did you hear the disgusting things he said about you. it’s not okay. no one talks about my girl like that. he deserves to have his ass beat.”

you sighed, making long strides towards the small couch in the corner of the room where jack had been sitting. “i know, bub. i heard what he said and i won’t lie, i’m hurt someone i considered to be a friend would say such awful things about me.” you shifted onto jack’s lap before continuing to calmly explain, “but i know and you know what he said isn’t true, and that’s all that matters. i don’t care what anyone else has to say.”

“i’m sorry i put you in this situation. i feel like it’s all my fault. if you weren’t with me, you wouldn’t have to deal with this sort of shit.”

“no, baby, don’t say that. don’t even think it.” you grabbed his face with both hands, turning him to look up at you. “it’s not your fault, and i don’t think it’s your fault at all, so get that out of your head. he could write a hundred awful songs about me and it wouldn’t change the fact that i want to be with you. you’re stuck with me, do you understand?” you affirmed, using your thumb to softly stroke his cheek.

“yes, ma’am.” he quickly answered.

“good. now give me a kiss,” you cheekily replied, intertwining your hands around his neck before leaning down until your lips brushed against his.

jack, like always, didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss and proceeded to move your body to lay flat on the couch, with him on top, pressing kiss after kiss to your cheeks, neck, lips, anywhere he could reach.

“yeah so i think we’re just gonna head out…” you heard urban say before the rest of the group rushed out of the room.

you smiled into the kiss, trying to hold back your fit of giggles. “i love you, jackman.”

“i love you too, baby. never believe what anyone else has to say about you. you’re the most amazing girl i’ve ever met.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fic #meg writes : ♡₊˚𓂃⠀◟

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

Be a Doll (my Vox/reader AU)

Cw: Manipulation, mind control, power imbalance, Vox being a little shit

This is a brief example of how the dynamic goes in this AU, and it’s more put together than my original post on it. For those who don’t know, I’ll give a brief summary of how this works.

Vox is incredibly manipulative, possessive, harsh, and abusive here! He is not a good person in this AU.

This isn't meant for kids! Anyone who is sensitive to or may have a negative reaction to these topics should stop reading now.

Vox possesses a potent hypnotic ability, manifested through the swirling black and red patterns that engulf the sclera of his left eye. With a mere glance, he can plunge individuals into a trance, rendering them obedient to his will. While this ability is primarily used to assert control over his surroundings and manipulate those around him, Vox has honed it to a fine art, utilizing it with precision and finesse.

One particular application of Vox's hypnotic power is seen in his interactions with his assistants. Through the use of a trigger phrase, "be a doll" coupled with a simple command, Vox can compel his assistants to carry out tasks without question or hesitation. This trigger phrase serves as a direct link to their subconscious, bypassing their conscious will and leaving them unaware of their lack of control- but only if he wants. Sometimes, he enjoys seeing the pain in someone's eyes as they're forced to do something they rather wouldn't do, so sometimes, he leaves them aware of what's happening and makes sure they know that they're completely unable to stop it.

Moreover, Vox has extended this hypnotic influence to select individuals in his personal life, including significant others. By implanting the trigger phrase and conditioning them to respond to it, he effectively ensures their compliance and obedience in various situations. This manipulation is subtle yet effective, as those under his influence are often unaware of just how deep this power goes until it's far too late.

This is the premise of my 'Be a Doll' AU. Actual short story/example is just below, if you’re interested!

As Vox lounged on the luxurious sofa in his opulent penthouse, he turned his attention to me. I stood nearby, browsing the bookshelf for something good. With a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, he made a decision.

“Darling,” He called, getting my attention.

I turned to him, putting a book back on its shelf. “Yeah? Whats up?” I asked, walking over.

“You know I love you, right?” Vox asked, placing his hand under my chin and lifting my face up towards his.

“Of course,” I said, with a soft smile. I laughed a little, finding this sudden kind moment from him to be odd. I reached over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Or, what would be his cheek if his face wasn’t a flat screen TV. “And I love you, too.”

“Good,” he said with a satisfied nod. His smile grew bigger as he watched me get back up to continue looking for a book to read. “You won’t mind if I try something, would you?” He asked, trying to downplay his request and what he was actually going to ask.

“Depends,” I said, now a bit suspicious. I crossed my arms and leaned against the bookshelf, regarding him in a calculating manner, trying to figure out what he wanted. “What is it?”

“Oh, nothing much…” Vox said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “It won’t be a problem, doll. Trust me.”

I froze for a moment. That was all I needed to know. “No,” I said immediately, snapping out of my thoughts. Whenever he dropped that word, what came next was inevitable. “No, not tonight, Vox,” I said sternly, trying to stand my ground. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Oh? But I promise it’s not a big deal,” Vox said, feigning surprise and pretending to be hurt by my refusal. “You know I wouldn’t hurt you, don’t you? You know that I love you.”

I paused for a moment. “I know,” I said, slightly hesitant. “But I still don’t want to… there’s a difference, Vox. I just…”

“You don’t trust me?” He asked, acting hurt and pained. He knew exactly how to push my buttons.

“No, no- I mean- I just-” I tripped over my own words, trying to explain why I was so uncomfortable with the idea. “I.. I trust you,” I said, quieter.

“Good girl,” Vox purred, grinning. He’d gotten me right where he wanted me. “I knew you’d come around. So, you don’t have a problem with me testing something out, do you, doll?”

I hesitated a moment before shaking my head. “I… I guess not,” I said softly. I was upset with myself. Why couldn’t I stand my ground? He’d looked so hurt when I went against him… I didn’t want him to be upset with me. It was simple, a small thing. He said he wouldn’t hurt me, he said it wasn’t a big deal. I had to believe him. I loved him, and I trusted him. There was no reason to make such a big deal out of this, right? It’d be fine. I’d be fine.

"Good. Now, be a doll and come over here," Vox murmured softly, his voice laced with command, as he gestured for me to approach him.

I stiffened slightly, my eyes glazing over and my mind going blank. Without hesitation, I felt my body responding to his directive, moving towards him with a grace and fluidity that seemed almost unnatural. My movements were soft, docile, as if I was a marionette being controlled by invisible strings.

"Be a doll and give me a kiss," Vox commanded, his tone expectant as he leaned closer to me.

My lips met his without resistance, the kiss tender yet obedient, as if I were merely fulfilling a scripted role in a play.

"Good girl," Vox purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He smiled and ruffled my hair playfully. "Be a doll for me for the next five minutes and show me how much you love me."

I sat on his lap, giving him gentle kisses all along his screen. From the edges to the center to below his eyes, each one combined with a whisper of devotion or a sweet nothing. “I love you,” I whispered, kissing the edge of his lips. “I’m nothing without you,” I murmured, planting a kiss near his right eye. “I need you,” I said, giving him a trail of gentle kisses that traveled down to his neck.

“There’s my good little doll,” Vox said with a grin. He tugged on my hair, pulling me closer and positioning me how he wanted. I complied without resistance, letting him move me with ease. “Such a nice, beautiful, obedient little thing…” he murmured. He grabbed my face and gently but firmly tilted it towards his, so I was looking him directly, so he could see the power he held over me reflected in my glazed and distant eyes. A telltale sign I was under his control. A key indicator I was all his.

He knew what he was doing. He purposefully didn’t return a single kiss, didn’t react to what I was saying. He gave me a crumb of praise, a taste of his approval and it left me hungry for more. I was his little doll, I had to make him happy.

With a sense of slight desperation I leaned into his touch, nuzzling my face against his hand slightly. I looked at him, seeming fragile, my expression delicate and perfect, not a single thing out of place. Exactly like a doll. I tugged gently on his sleeve and whispered softly, “I love you, I love you,” my words a plea for affection and kindness in return. I needed him.

Meanwhile, Vox reveled in the absolute power and control he held over me, a smirk playing on his lips as he basked in the adoration and submission he commanded from his little doll.

#hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox x reader #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #my writing #writing #ao3 writer #my au #vox #vox is in hell for a reason #mind control #manipulation #be a doll #hazbin hotel fanfiction #vox fanfiction

[theamazingellie]

♡ I can tell that we are gonna be friends - Sejanus Plinth ♡

request - “Sejanus overhears coryo talking about him in a classroom to Clemensia and he says Sejanus is not his friend, to which Sejanus hears coryo say this and is absolutely devastated. He has lost his only friend, and so he walks away and goes home and locks himself in his room and sobs for the friend he has lost“

summary - basically that but after Sejanus freaks out about losing a friend the reader tries to be there for him. DON’T WORRY THOUGH ANON!! I don’t think this is a fix-it fic. Honestly I think the reader makes it worse.

warning - Sejanus crying for the majority of this fic, heavy angst, hurt/comfort pairing - Sejanus x GN!reader (platonically?) a/n - wrote this at 1am, went over it 5 times, and i STILL cannot tell if it’s shit. Woe as me.

“He seems upset, Coriolanus. Shouldn’t you follow him? He is your best friend after all.”

“Clemmie,” snow practically seethed, “He is not my best friend or, as it seems everyone in this school assumes, even my friend. More of an acquaintance, if anything.

Well there he had it. An already bad day for Sejanus turned into one of the worst he’s ever experienced. 

An outburst in class about the hunger games had led him to storming out of the room, not before he overheard Coriolanus Snows unfortunate reaction to the situation

More of an acquaintance, if anything.

Sejanus hadn’t slowed down while leaving the classroom until a little while later when it finally sank in; the meaning of coryo’s words. Sejanus was lonely in district two, seen as privileged by all his neighbors, and utterly friendless. Nothing changed when he went to the capital until Coriolanus Snow. 

He had shown him kindness, not partaking in any bullying, and had charmed him into thinking Sejanus finally had a best friend. However, with the latest comments, it appeared not only was Sejanus just as foolish as everyone thought, he was also rendered totally alone.

Finally, he stopped walking. Feeling totally overwhelmed, the loss of a good friend and the stress of the Hunger Games, it all became too much.

Tears welled in his eyes as he tried, and failed, to turn the thoughts off. He pushed himself to keep walking in order to reach the safety of his bedroom. Unfortunately, the tears didn’t stop. They did quite the opposite.

“He won’t see anyone,” Mrs, Plinth frowned in the doorway.

“I just want to make sure everything’s alright. After class today and…” you trailed off, rather hesitant to recount Sejanus’s outburst to his mother. 

Mrs Plinth put her hand over her heart and sighed deeply, “What a sweet thing you are. Come inside, then, I made blueberry pie.”

She opened her door wider and led you to the plinths kitchen where, as promised, a beautifully baked blueberry pie was waiting. While you ate, Mrs. Plinth explained how he hadn’t told her anything about what was wrong before storming up to his room.

“Just muttered something about school and…” she tried to jog her memory, “Oh, and something about that Snow boy! I sure hope they didn’t get in a fight. Sejanus was so happy to finally make a friend.”

Mrs. Plinth frowned as she looked at her pie. You assumed he hadn’t eaten anything since be came home either. 

“I’m going to try to bring him some food. Who could say no to pie?” you assured her with a smile.

As it turned out, Sejanus could very well say no to pie.  You stood there as his mother knocked on his door and told him she made him food. Even in his state, he still managed to call out a shaky ‘no thank you, ma!’

It was only when Mrs. Plinth mentioned a classmate was here to see him he actually seemed to care.

“Tell Coriolanus I don’t want to see him now.” his voice cracked when he spoke, as if he had been crying for hours.

“Actually, it’s y/n,” you said cautiously, as if approaching a wild dog that could go rabid any moment. “I wanted to check on you… see how you were doing.”

You spoke convincingly and apparently with enough conviction because finally, a lock clicked and Sejanus appeared at his door. 

At this point his mother decided to leave and you were glad for it, hoping for more alone time with Sejanus. You weren’t close friends, but you got along well. You especially didn’t understand why no one talked to him. You knew that if you saw him during school hours more, you would make a point to converse.

Still, despite not being close, you were especially worried about the Plinth boy today. You weren’t sure if he had heard what Snow said about him as he left, but from the tired look of his face, and the comment to his ma, you had a sneaking suspicion that he did.

“Hey,” you cooed, softly rubbing his arm in a comforting manor. He leaned into the touch and opened the door slightly more, allowing you to step in. Without another word he went to sit down by his bed as you closed the door behind you.

“Sejanus, you look terrible! You stormed out so quickly this morning. What’s been bothering you?” you sat down next to him and his mouth flicked down into a frown. A tear slid down his cheek and he turned away.

If anything confirmed your idea that he was upset about more than just the Hunger Games, it was that. 

“Snow.” you said matter-of-factly, but looked to him for confirmation. He nodded slowly and you continued. 

“He doesn’t deserves you, Sejanus. He’s snooty and arrogant and he-“

“He was my only friend,” the Plinth boy pathetically choked back a sob. “It’s easy to ignore things like that when you have no one else who tolerates you.” 

More tears ran down his cheek and he drew his knees up to his chin as if to hide his crying. 

“I don’t fit in anywhere. I was too capital for the districts and too district for the capital,” his voice was muffled from behind his legs. 

“Even if people actually liked me I don’t-“ Sejanus sniffed, seeming more irritated, “I don’t understand why I can’t just live comfortably. My whole life was changed when I moved to the capital. Even now, I finally got used to having a best friend and, well, I’m tired of having things yanked away from me.”

His anger shrank away in seconds and he put his head back down on his knees. 

“I have nobody.”

You took a moment to consider this before brushing curls back from out of his hair and letting your palm rest of his cheek. You wiped away a tear that was falling.

“I’m somebody.”

To your dismay, the comment only made him sob harder, this time more pathetic than ever. You pull him into a hug before he can hide his face, and cradle his head as you softly run your nails through his curls.

He burrows his head into the crook of your neck, still crying, but feeling less alone. You gently rub his back as you speak,

“I can’t bring you back to district two, and I can’t make Snow like you,” your start solemnly, “but what I can do is make you feel a little less alone.”

You pull back from the hug and kiss his forehead as he shuts his eyes tightly. You let your thumb caress his cheek before scooting back to let him rest his head on your shoulder.

“Sorry for bothering you with all of this,” Sejanus said glumly.

“You couldn’t bother me if you tried, Sej,” you smile and take his hand. He nuzzles his head further into your neck.

“So…” you say, feeling suddenly awkward and the intimate start to your friendship. “What’s your favorite color?”

feel free to leave requests <3 (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE)

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #sejanus plinth #sejanus x reader #sejanus deserved better #serious lil bro is struggling #light angst #hurt/comfort #tbosas #tbosas x reader #sejanus plinth x reader

[juuuulez]

📰 | part five: capulet.

info: Carl Grimes x Saviour! Reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers, loosely following canon, allusions to drugs (pills), implied mental illness, gun violence sorta, FINALLY references to Romeo and Juliet.

summary: Carl hijacks some trucks, and finds himself wound up at the Sanctuary. You decide to take pity on him, but he has other plans.

Okay FINALLY this is done! Back to teenagers who hate eachother, and typical threats/arguing. Definitely leaning more into the feels though… next chapter is already written, so I’ll publish it tomorrow!

The ride home went as it always did: long and boring.

At the half hour mark, you were already sick of Simon’s whistling. But it was better than riding with any other sub-par follower, who would likely subject you to weird comments or suggestions.

So, you fell asleep. The constant movement helped aid you into a somewhat peaceful rest, one you’d been craving for a long time. All this new tension just gave you ten times more responsibilities, and though you told your father you could handle it, the toll was starting to show.

That was, until you were rudely awakened.

Gunshots, shouting. Everyone was quick to jump out, investigate the problem.

No, no. Not gunshots. Machine gun. Dear, God.

Likely a fault of your own ruthless design, you didn’t actually carry a gun. Instead you clutched the metal baseball bat harshly between your fingers, shoving past the other Saviours to inspect what exactly has happened.

Should you be shocked, or scared? Frightened, or ready to put him in his place?

Because Carl stared directly at you. The machine gun was propped over your shoulder, the culprit to the few bodies now lying at your feet. His one eye looked down the sight, trained on you. Ready, waiting.

Was he stupid? Or.. smart?

Even though this appeared to be a colossal mistake, you felt an ounce of respect for the action, for attempting to take charge rather than spew around empty threats. Nonetheless, you didn’t dare move.

“Holy shit!” Negan was already poking fun at a situation that wasn’t amusing in the slightest. Usually, his presence would provide you some semblance of comfort, but right now, you only felt increasingly uneasy.

He continued to tease and prod at Carl, comments about how he looked badass with that machine gun. Sure, it may be true, but amongst the conversation Carl didn’t let his scope move from where you were standing.

“Stop it.” You hiss to Negan, voice lowered into a slight whisper, though you don’t deny that Carl can still hear it.

Your father turns to you, that trademark grin still on his face, not prepared to let up. “Oh, he ain’t gonna hurt you, darlin’.” He promises, but you shoot him a look, a silent conveyance that says not now.

“Go get this shit inside, why don’t you?” Negan instead suggests, giving you an out. There’s a moment before you move, not exactly hesitation, just weighing whether or not Carl intends to let you go this easily.

Luckily, he does, and you scurry back towards the Sanctuary to deal with the contents of the trucks.

This cannot be real.

Somebody was going to die, you could feel it.

You doubt it would be Carl, you couldn’t imagine Negan doing that. Maybe Rick was finally in for it. Or maybe another poor follower, killed simply to get across a message.

Whatever happened, you didn’t really want to be there for it, not now. Not today.

Surely you deserved just one day off? One seemingly peaceful day. Just a moment to breathe, because this lifestyle was certainly not suited for a teenage girl. If you didn’t receive a moment of salvation soon, you’d explode, and it sure won’t be pretty.

So, you sorted the rest of the materials gained from Hilltop.. and by sorted, you told other people where to put them. You made sure that Dwight could go collect the bodies, to which he reluctantly agreed, not without a snide comment.

Ice Queen.

That’s what he called you, and you hated it.

“Whatever you say, Ice Queen.”

At least it was better than the demeaning princess you’d sometimes get, which tasted foul within the mouth of anybody but your father. Or girl, woman, as if you had no identity at all.

It didn’t matter anyways.

There was no more avoiding it, you’d better face the music.

You absentmindedly chewed on your bottom lip, finally pushing down the handle to Negan’s office, letting the large wooden door swing open. Please, God, don’t let there be blood.

Thankfully, everybody was in one piece.

Sure, Carl looked dejected where he was sitting on the couch, his hat and bandage gone, staring at the ground. Negan still held Lucille, though it didn’t appear threatening, instead simply dangling at his side.

“Just who I wanted to see!” Negan announces your presence, ushering you closer into the room. He stands behind you, placing both gloved hands on your shoulders, letting you tower over Carl. It’s obvious that he quite enjoys the power dynamic.

“Now, I’ve got a pretty huge goddamn mess to clean up,” He begins, “Crying mothers to console, and what not. So, doll, why don’t you escort this little shit down to the prison, let him sit pretty in a cell until we head up to Alexandria?”

You clench your jaw, internally rolling your eyes at the idea of travelling again. But of course, you had stakes in this scenario, you had to contribute.

“Sure,” You agree, and choose to wholly not acknowledge Carl, turning to give Negan a small smile before making your way to the door again, “Radio me when you’re ready.”

As you trudge down the hallway, with Carl following suite a few steps behind, he comes to the realisation that something is up.

The big bad wolf is off her game.

If anything, this is his chance to strike. Sure, maybe the whole truck-hijacking plan didn’t work out, but this could be a golden opportunity.

Maybe the real way to break down a man’s defences was through his daughter.

Three corners, and one flight of stairs upwards. Carl can’t help but wonder where you’re taking him, if not the prison cells. This certainly doesn’t look like prison cells. Only one door sits along the corridor, painted the same monotonous grey colour as the walls, sans a shiny gold handle with a lock on it.

You push open the door with a brazen sigh, clearly somewhat relieved to be away from the conflict that followed the inner-workings of the Sanctuary. Still partially ignoring Carl, you opt to take your jacket off, letting it fall onto the back of a chair.

This must be your bedroom.

It’s sizeable, much larger than any rooms back at Alexandria. A queen bed sits adjacent to the doorway, drawers pushed against the wall with rows and rows of photographs and other little trinkets. It looks… strangely girly, which feels unsettling. Pink sheets, pink pillows. The walls have been painted a soft eggshell white. It juxtaposes your entire personality.

Fortunately, you’ve finally decided to acknowledge Carl.

“Can’t be fucked walking down to the cells,” You justify, fiddling with something on the desk, looking rather serious about it. “Just sit somewhere. Don’t touch anything.”

But Carl has already started to explore, particularly interested in the various frames along your dresser. Maybe something could help guide him in the right direction, any tidbit of information that will signal on how to take you down.

Two stand out to him, one of a young woman who’s smiling at the camera, another of a small infant. Mother and child.

He chooses to ignore that for now, not wanting to dwell on the implications this brought to the table. Another photo, larger, contained what appeared to be a girls baseball team.

Looking closer, he can make out two faces amongst the crowd. God, this is making him feel sick.

So he abandons this venture, taking another peak backwards to ensure that you’re still occupied. Which you are, albeit now speaking into a small radio, to a voice he cannot recognise. But you list off numbers in a frustrated tone, to which he decides must be something routine and insignificant.

Now, Carl pokes around your bedside table. The top is clean, aside from a lamp and a singular copy of a play he hasn’t read. Romeo and Juliet. Who knew you were into that stuff?

Quietly as possible, he opens the top drawer, to reveal a stash of what appears to be chocolates. Most of them are in little shiny wrappers, and he wonders where you acquired such a large amount of them. Stealing from other communities, he spitefully chalks it up to.

The second drawer rattles as he slides it open, causing Carl to hold his breath, sparing a sideways glance to confirm that you’re still working. If anything, your temper only seems to rise the longer this conversation goes on for. Still, he peaks into the drawer, finding the source of the rattling noise to be plastic, orange bottles.

Jesus.

Not caring to read their labels, or plague his mind with anything regarding the suspicious pills, Carl quickly closes the drawer in order to move onto the next one, and the bottom of the wooden dresser.

And it contained the jackpot he was looking for.

A seemingly untouched, shiny handgun.

Just sitting there, shut away. For emergencies, he deducted. Well, if this didn’t count as an emergency, than he didn’t know what did.

So Carl let’s the weight of the handgun fill his palm, letting his fingers slide across the cool metal. He flicks the safety off, intending to check the chamber before you’re already turning around, the radio still held to your mouth. He manages to raise the weapon quick enough, before you have time to react.

You appear to be less of a trained soldier, and more of a deer in headlights.

“Give me a minute.” You mutter into the radio, and even when the voice on the other side continues to talk, you switch it off.

Silence fills the space between you. Carl stands next to your drawer, on the other side of the queen bed, with you slowly approaching, stepping away from the desk.

“Stop moving.” He commands, keeping the gun trained steady on your figure, not wanting to risk any unsuspected plays.

You obey, jaw clenched. Even with the tension between the two of you, for whatever reason, you don’t look Carl in the eye. Your gaze is trained somewhere on his forehead, he can tell, and it causes something else to bubble inside of him.

Is it respect? A twinge of gratefulness, that you are choosing not to inspect his open wound in a slightly vulnerable moment, without his bandage. Or is he angry? Because you’re better than this. Above pity.

“So, what?” You begin talking, tone slow and calculated, contrasting how pent up you’d sounded over the radio. “Gonna shoot me?”

Carl tries not to let his emotions become evident on his face, aside from that unconscious tick of his jaw. “Haven’t decided yet.”

It’s painfully similar to when you’d met, back at the Satellite station. Where your people had been murdered. No, assassinated.

24 in their sleep.

Mostly men, some women. No children.

Could have been one child, had you been asleep. If you were, would Carl have killed you, too?

“Well, you should do it.”

He doesn’t know what to make of that.

You seem deadly serious, yet Carl can’t help but assume you’re taunting him, underestimating how much he wants this. Like you’re trying to push him to the edge, string him out, then return unscathed.

Not anymore.

Carl squares his shoulders, like a bird of prey, glaring down at his victim. But you don’t move, and so he sucks in a breath, and finally does it. All it took was one tiny squeeze of the trigger, and he’s almost tempted to close his eye, not wanting to see the consequences of his rage.

Nothing happens.

There’s a tiny click from the gun, but nothing ejects. He lowers it, staring at the grey metal before regaining his senses, clicking the safety back on and opening the chamber.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You’re already talking, yelling, finally approaching Carl, where you snatch the empty gun from his hand and throw it back down on the dresser.

This time it’s his turn to avoid your gaze.

“Hey!” You persevere, and as Carl tries to turn away, you’re swiftly reaching up to grasp his face in your hand, cold fingers pressing into the plush skin of his cheeks. This time, you don’t shy away from looking directly at him, glaring another hole into his blue eye.

“I could’a locked you up, and I didn’t, dickwad!” You yell at him, all that frustration resurfacing now that the little facade has dropped. Carl doesn’t even try to squirm from your harsh grip. “And you repay me by tryna’ shoot me? Not only that, but you think I’m stupid enough to keep a loaded gun, in an unlocked drawer?”

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, words muffled by your hand grasping his face. For once, he actually sounds genuinely guilty, but you only scoff at the weak admission.

At least you’re looking at him again.

It appears that you’re about to yell at him again, another round of scolding, something about him being ignorant or illogical, but then the abandoned radio is going off again, and Carl certainly recognises this voice.

Negan.

“Truck’s ready, doll.”

You swear again, loudly and uncaring of the somewhat frightening outburst, and Carl is realising how much he’s fucked up. Even at your lowest, you are always one step ahead. There’s no such thing as being off your game, not when your entire life consists of this back-and-forth, maintaining control over so many people.

He’s just some over confident teenager, you’re… you.

You say something into the radio, but he’s zoned out, until you pick up the bat once more and are addressing him again.

“Do I need to handcuff you, or what?” You sneer, and though it comes across as a snide remark, it proves to be a genuine question with how your hand rests above another set of drawers.

Carl shakes his head, still feeling a little shameful, but your persistent stare indicates this will not suffice. “No.” He finally mumbles.

You roll your eyes at the act of submission, clipping the radio into your belt and already making a beeline for the door again. This time, you leave the jacket behind, and Carl catches a glimpse of the way your forearms flex under the iron-grip you have on the bat.

Pay attention.

#carl grimes x reader #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #carl grimes #negan smith x reader #twd x you #carl grimes x you #negan smith #the walking dead

[fitsofdespair]

i have hesitated to say anything before now. in part because i removed myself from fandom discourse and really from actively discussing iwtv a year ago. i consider it all a lose-lose situation.

but also because i’m generally of the opinion that black fans don’t need people to be their white saviors, least of all me. black people have never been saved by white people. they were never just given anything when it comes to strides in equality, they fought for it and still fight for it, against constant violent pushback every step of the way. only instead of the good ole’ days when racists just called those fighting for equality uppity, they’re now “bullies” for daring to call you out on your shit after the repeated condescension and the resulting harassment you’ve exhibited towards them.

in this day and age the word bully has zero meaning anymore. i mean come on, melania trump calls people mean about her husband bullies. elon musk thinks he’s being bullied by twitter users, though he clearly holds all the power and is absolutely the problem. its become a meaningless word that goliaths use to call davids because they won’t use the real word they actually want to say. some of these popular blogs are not being bullied, they’re being held accountable for their own actions.

it’s pretty disgusting the number of you who decided to identify strongly with these users that not only fail to question their own racial biases but have gone so far as to suggest black people don’t face racism anymore. this is so fucked. tbh it can be argued in many ways white people, especially in the deep south where i’m from, are inherently raised steeped in racism, even if its not direct. just because your family aren’t ostensibly racist doesn’t mean they didn’t bake their own little prejudices into your upbringing and being raised in your environment didn’t encourage them. even if you don’t see yourself as racist, you have to unlearn all this shit, even if it never once occurred to you that you are part of it. just cause you believe in equality and don’t hate people for their color or cultural background does not make you free of perpetuating microaggressions against them. this applies to fans across the world of course. (like for you white euro iwtv fans, you may say you have no problem with black people but i’ve heard some wild things some of yall have to say about the turks.)

i understand that probably half or more of you are not usamericans. but no matter what environment you live in, no matter where you were raised, there is no excuse for your behavior. just because YOU don’t see racism in your day to day life or are in the more likely situation, too blindly comfortable in your place in society to notice it right in front of your face, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist as a constant presence in other parts of the world or isn’t deeply ensconced in online rhetoric.

so for you white iwtv fans who can’t be fucked to mention let alone defend people you, in many cases once called friend, against the absolute horseshit your current comrades are spewing wrapped up in their nice safe cocoons of victimhood, i hope you do some serious soul searching to figure out if this is who you are, a person too cowardly to call out a friend because it might cost you their friendship. a person quick to condemn others on hearsay because you couldn’t be fucked to wonder am i on the right side of this? and if you do manage to get wise and change your mind, remember its not unforgivable to say, you know what? i was wrong. i wrote in an old post that the hallmark of being a functional adult is changing your views accordingly when you learn new information or even just ruminate on what you know (i myself was a little bitch about ep 5 when it first dropped until i had to sit down and ask myself why i was actually feeling some kind of way about it). dying on a hill is not all its cracked up to be. being told you’re wrong is not always a personal attack and its often an opportunity for improvement if you can be bothered to genuinely hear other people out. an alarming number from all walks of life never figure that out. for my part, i am still learning and hope i never stop learning.

while that sentiments all nice and gooey (i mean them, but i understand its still sacharine to put out there), i am still guilty for not having directly written anything about this until now. and thats on me and i earned any flack i get for that. again, i am more of the mindset that black people don’t need white spokespeople, but that doesn’t mean they'll mind allies. and as a sidebar, going out of your way to say you are rising “above the noise” or “ignoring the drama” is absolutely your right, but it does not make you superior. it just makes you complacent with the status quo. i mean as long as you get to squee!! about anything and everything who cares about other people, right?

#and to be clear since i think some people may be a bit confused: i’m admonishing user nalyra-dreaming and their followers #some people who reblogged seem to not understand that #iwtv #interview with the vampire #alex.txt

[tsmukanii]

Heir to the Throne Pt. 2

Lowkey think this is shit. Enjoy!

You were sitting in Dr. Kinbott’s office with your head thrown back against her sofa as time moved unbearably slow. 

“Oh come on Y/N, this is your second appointment. We can talk more about your art if you’d like? But you have to discuss something with me.” You didn’t answer her right away, just continued to sit while playing with your hands. You felt the small ache in your chest remembering the conversation you had last night.

 _ 

“So you are here to keep an eye on Wednesday?” The hand who introduced himself to you as Thing, gave you a thumbs up. Honestly you weren’t exactly freaked out when you saw him, just confused on why he was knocking on your window. 

 “You aren’t exactly doing a good job if you need help getting to Ophelia Hall.” He was quick to defend himself though, signing to you that Wednesday was getting too suspicious of being watched so he had to duck down for a little bit. 

“Whatever it’s just past the quad and to the left heading towards the library.” 

Thank you

“You’re welcome, see you around campus I guess.” With that you opened the door for him and he scurried right out just as your phone started to ring. You were quick to answer, not wanting to leave your mother waiting.

“Y/n, are you alright? Larissa called me saying she was worried about you.” 

“Everyone is worried about me. When can I come home?” You were being short but you were angry at having to be here in the first place. 

“I know this isn’t the most ideal plan but if it keeps you hidden then it is all worth it my darling. But it’s not going to work if you keep getting into fights.” You knew she was right but it wasn’t your fault. 

“I promise you dear one, we will see each other soon. Now there hasn’t been any new developments?”

“Nothing’s been happening around here mom.”

“Y/N, you know I mean any changes with you. It’s very important you tell me the truth. If something is going on I need to know so your father can’t get to you.”

“He’s not my father!” Your outburst was unnecessary but you just hated the situation as a whole. The man was certainly not a father to you and he shouldn’t have been referred to as such. He was just the sperm donor who only wanted a child to take his place rather than incapable henchmen. 

“Dearheart, please calm down for me. We will get through this. I promise I won’t let him take you from me.”

–

“Y/N? Are you okay?” You quickly looked up to see Dr. Kinbott’s eyes, the overwhelming sense of dread creeping in.

“I’m worried ... .about my comic. My hero is having trouble staying a hero. He feels the weight of the world on his shoulders and he thinks about giving up his mantle. I’m not sure what I should have him do. Do you?”

Kinbott takes a minute to look at you before responding almost as if she was hesitant to answer. “Well I would tell him that there are so many people in his corner and counting on him. Sometimes heroes lose their way but there will always be those to help guide them into the light.” 

“...That was so corny. Geez I just wanted to know if I should have him pass it on and train someone new but I guess not. Anyways, time is up.” You got up from the couch with a smirk on your face taking in the incredulous look Kinbott had on her face before laughing a bit. 

“Oh we are going to talk about this next week Y/N!” You didn’t look back, just threw a wave to her over your shoulder before making your way downstairs.

You heard the end of the conversation before you reached the doors. “I wish you luck.”  Seeing Wednesday close the van’s door before Weems could say anything else was definitely something to ease your mind. 

“If only that was directed to me.”  You said when Wednesday turned around. You weren’t planning to hold her up so you gave her a nod while starting to move around her when you heard shuffling in her bag. 

“Hi Thing.” You slightly whispered so Weems wouldn’t be able to hear before moving closer to the van. What you didn’t catch was Wednesday gazing at you with a look of intrigue before heading upstairs. 

“How did it go?” The smile on Weems face was too big to say anything remotely sarcastic to at this moment. 

“It was fine, she helped me with my art. Is it ok if I go to the Weathervane for a bit? I need to think about some things.”  You could tell she was hesitant to let you go by yourself even if it was just down the street. 

“I promise I won’t cause any trouble and I’ll bring you back a hot chocolate?” You put a dazzling smile on your face, knowing her resolve was crumbling by the second. 

“And could you possibly get me a pastry as well?”

You could feel the stares on you when you walked in the cafe but you were used to it even before Nevermore. It wasn’t more about what you were, it was more about how you presented yourself. So the uniform and the choice of pants instead of the skirt just had people more baffled by you. 

With your enhanced hearing you of course heard every whisper, every scoff, every laugh but you tuned them out, making your way to the counter and placing your order with the normie, Tyler who seemed cool with your presence. Taking a seat near the door, you start to work on some sketches while waiting for your order. 

“Your artwork is somewhat adequate.” You barely heard her coming. Her footsteps were so light, almost like she wasn’t even touching the ground. 

“Thanks, so you’re making your escape now? Honestly I thought you would be gone within the same hour as you arrived.” She seemed at a loss for words, just staring at you before moving on from the subject.

“How do you know Thing?” 

“He knocked on my window last night looking for you. He’s shit at tailing people.” Thing was quick to peek from Wednesday’s bag to flick you off but quickly ducked down at the sound of footsteps. 

“What are Nevermore freaks doing out in the wild?” You closed your eyes in exasperation. You just couldn’t catch a break. When you looked at the small group of normies, you didn’t even try to hold back your laugh. 

“Says the ones dressed as pilgrims.” 

“Yes, why are you dressed as religious fanatics?” 

“We work at Pilgrim World?” One said like that was the most valid explanation while turning over the menu showing the said theme park. You were starting to get bored of the conversation, letting Wednesday insult them again in her unique way but when she stood up you knew just how interesting this was about to be. 

“So tell me freak, have you ever been with a normie?”

“I never found one that could handle me.” With that you got up out of your seat, for once not wanting this to turn violent but apparently the suddenness scared the normie. His friends grabbed at Wednesday making you look back to see her kicking their asses but when you turned back he swung at you landing a solid hit making your head jerk to the side. 

You smiled when you felt your nose start to bleed. It went down so quick after seeing the normie shit himself when you looked back at him. But next thing you know all three of them are on the ground and one's arm is pointing the wrong way. 

You turned to Wednesday to see her already staring at you smirking almost. You couldn’t help but smile thinking she looked nice putting people in their place. But the little moment was ruined when the door opened and the sheriff walked in. 

“Tyler, what the hell’s going on here? 

“They were harassing customers and they put them in their place.” The sheriff looked you both up and down but you still had a goofy smile on your face. 

“This one I can believe but this little thing? Did you help her?”  

“Apologies Sheriff, I sent this one to fetch me something but this one slipped away from me.” She gestured towards you and Wednesday accordingly. You gathered your stuff already moving out the door to the van. You heard the rest of the conversation from there thinking it was weird that the Sheriff had a vendetta against Wednesday’s father but you could just imagine the gleam in her eye at the information. 

The ride back was totally uneventful, just another earful from Weems about fighting but strangely Wednesday came to your defense taking the blame and being struck for merely trying to stop a fight from starting. 

The rest of your day was spent finishing homework and planning out storylines. Now you were sitting on the edge of your balcony listening to Wednesday's elegant cello playing throughout the night. It was soothing as it was chilling to say the least. When she had finally finished you went to go back in before you slipped as you stood up. 

“Oh shit!” You let out a scream as you started to slide down the roof, twisting and turning as you tried to hold on but to no avail as you reached the edge and went into a freefall off the side of the dorms, the ground approaching rapidly. Closing your eyes you tried to brace for impact but it never came. 

“Y/N?”

#the addams family #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair x reader #jenna ortega x reader #bianca barclay

[adora-but-ginger]

Sparks Fly

pairing: joel miller x gn!reader

summary: joel and ellie find someone who isn’t too pleased with how them and joel’s last interaction went.

word count: around 2.1k

warnings: typical tlou violence and warnings (i’m comparing it to the game’s usual amount), angst that turns into fluff, slight tlou part one spoilers in terms of people mentioned, use of weapons and guns, swearing, joel getting frustrated because no one is letting him talk, ellie on her queen shit

masterlist

a/n: i love naming fics after taylor’s songs, they’re so fun! also don’t ask for a timeline because all i know is that it’s before the university but after bill, but oh my god i love this game so much, and the tv show is just *chefs kiss* so far. on my pedro pascal shit as usual, but i really like writing for joel! oh and i wrote this literally three hours ago and could not tell you what is going on. thank you for reading <3

should i make a part two?

one last thing! don’t repost my stories, if you do, i hope a clicker gets you, yes you, first :) 

(credit to gif owner!)

Joel Miller was many things, but apologetic wasn’t one of them. So, when he felt the all too familiar whoosh of a bullet purposely landing in the dirt not even a foot beside him, he knew showing up was a mistake. If Tess hadn’t put that damned idea in his head to check in on you, he really wouldn’t have put another conscience thought in your direction. 

You appeared in his unconscious mind much more than he’d like to admit though. 

Snapping back to his current reality, he heard an all too familiar voice, albeit tinted with the age of surviving all these years, yell towards him and Ellie packed full of fury.

“Weapons on the ground and hands up now.” When no one moved, the voice reverberated again. “Now.” 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ellie shot a look towards the older man, her face proving her to be more annoyed than anything. 

“If I need to repeat myself again, the next shot won’t miss. Hands. Up.” 

Setting his revolver on the ground, he closed his eyes as he slowly called your name in a hesitant greeting. Ellie snapped her head towards him again at his familiarity with you. “This is who Tess was talking about? Seriously?” 

“Ellie--” Joel scolded, turning slowly to face you. His eyes moved from the dirt beneath him to meet your eyes, and that’s when he knew he really shouldn’t have come. You look a bit startled, a bit of anger rising beneath your gaze, as the realization of who you were talking to hit. 

“Are my eyes deceiving me, or is that Joel Miller before me right now?” A scoff accompanied your words. Joel gritted his teeth, a deep sigh rumbling through him. 

“Listen, I--” Your voice cut his off before he could even form a sentence.

“Give me one good reason why I don’t put a bullet between your eyes this very moment. I told you not to show your face to me again.” 

Ellie flipped her hands over, eyes narrowing. “Joel what is going--” 

“Ellie now is not the time.” His accent was cutting through thicker than usual, most likely due to the situation. “Tess told me to make sure you’re still alive and I figured, hell, we could use some help.” 

He saw your eyes roll, but you holstered your gun anyways. “Last time I talked to her, I told her to leave me be.” Your head moved towards the teen. “Who’s she?”

Ellie spoke up before he had the chance to. “She is none of your business.” 

“This is Ellie.” Joel lowered his arms back to his sides. “Listen, I know that we left each other on a lousy note, but--” 

You cut him off again, cussing under your breath. “Considering it a ‘lousy note’ would be putting it mildly. Plus, it was not a mutual leaving.” 

“Goddammit, can you stop interrupting me?” He closed his eyes in frustration, taking another breath to try to calm his nerves. “Can we discuss this inside somewhere? It took us too many infected to get here just for all of us to be out in the open like sitting ducks.” 

“Who do you take me for? You know damn well that I of all people would keep this place guarded.” He saw you shift into a more casual stance, slouching on on leg, hostility still present in your glare towards him. “Yeah, follow me. But--” you raised your pointer finger towards the two. “Don’t go off the path. I’ve loaded this place with traps that took way too long to set up just for someone to carelessly set off.” 

Walking behind you from a distance, Joel glanced around at the spot you had set up for yourself to live in. A nudge from Ellie brought his attention to her. 

“What the fuck did you do to piss them off so much?”

He took a second before answering. “I got them caught in a FEDRA ambush, not knowingly of course, but they didn’t stick around long enough for any explanations.” He looked at the old ruins they were all passing by--barns ruined by the bombs that hit non-quarantined areas, cars overgrown with that copper-tinted rust, wire lined up as defenses on all four sides of them. If it weren’t for the green that came with nature reclaiming what was taken from her, this place, this planet, would be a wasteland. 

Humans weren’t the only thing being destroyed. 

“Were you in a relationship with them or something?” She smirked as she spoke. 

“That’s not relevant information.”

Her smirk now fully forming into a grin, she continued with a chuckle. “Oh, you totally were!”

He grunted in response, quickly mumbling a “that’s none of your business” before quickening his steps to meet yours, partially to avoid any more questions, and partially to make sure you weren’t leading them to an untimely death.

As the trio strolled into the makeshift camp, Joel took another look at you. Age had done you well, and while he knew he was walking on ice thin as a sheet of paper, part of him was glad to see you. 

He was never that good with emotions--he had a tendency to close most feelings out besides the consistent fear and anger that came with living in this time, and people knew that. He wasn’t good with understanding that people cared about him, or that he cared for others. 

Not since Sarah at least. 

But for the first time in longer than he could remember, he felt something other than those two feelings blossom when he talked to you. He didn’t have a name for what he felt, but his shitty reality got a little better whenever you were around, and that had to mean something, hadn’t it? 

“I have some food in the kitchen if you two are hungry, down the hall to the left.” You called out, going to the right instead. He followed Ellie into the kitchen you had set up, her moving to rummage through anything she could find for the both of them. He was still lost in his own world, a world which was filled with nothing but memories of what life used to be. 

It was the Ellie’s voice that brought him back to the current moment, a trend he had begun to notice. 

“You think they’re beautiful.” Her words carried an sense of teasing around them.

Joel nearly choked on the air around him at her statement, the wind being knocked out of him just by her call out. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Except you do.” An accusatory finger pointed his way. “You get this...look in your eye that I can’t explain, but it’s the same look you get only when you see something beautiful. A sunset, a new weapon, them.” she smirked as she said the last part. 

“Have you found anything to eat yet?” Changing the subject was his next best option. Ellie hadn’t known him for that long and already she was starting to read him like an open book. He could see her little celebration at her victory as she turned towards the cabinets. “Go see if you can find any supplies or anythin’ of the sorts after the grub, and no more talk about this.” 

Taking one last look at the room, he went to go find you, which given the size of the establishment didn’t take very long. He could hear Ellie say “You like them!” in a sing-song manner as he left, and he opted to ignore her as he moved through the rooms. 

When he walked into the space you were in and saw you, he took a second to notice what had changed over the years. He wasn’t sure if you noticed him yet and was thankful for bit of quiet if he was being honest. He knew back then that had the two of you met pre-outbreak, he damn near would’ve fallen for you in a heartbeat, and Tommy would’ve made fun of him for it for hours. The way you held yourself, your personality, how you made an effort to care about him, well, needless to say he would have made a move much sooner than he did. 

You held his heart in the palm of your hand, and you didn’t even know it. 

Your hair hadn’t changed much, but if he looked closely enough, he could see some gray speckling its usual colour. He shook his head as he realized that the girl was right about his feelings towards you. 

Goddammit, Ellie.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” His eyes widened at the fact that he’d been caught by you, who turned around to face him with an eyebrow raised. When he didn’t respond, you disappeared into a little room to the right, emerging moments later with a wet cloth, handing it to him. He was never a man of many words, and you always respected that. “You smell, wash your face a bit yeah?” 

Taking it, a chuckle emitted from deep within him. “Good to see you haven’t changed much.” It felt good to feel the cool water on his face. 

“Joel, why are you here, seriously?” The way you looked at him made an unusual flutter erupt from his heart, not that he would ever admit that out loud. The effect you had on him made him feel like a goddamned high-schooler.

“She’s important, Ellie is, and I need to get her to the fireflies.” You scoffed at the last part, and you rolled your eyes, sitting down at a little table near the little room’s entry, motioning him to do the same.

“You know the fireflies are full of it. What, is she the daughter of some big wig or somethin’ like that?” 

He mirrored your scoff, slouching into the chair across from you. “Somethin’ like that. You just got to trust me on this one.” 

You raised an eyebrow and just slightly tilted your head in response. “Remember what happened the last time I trusted you?” 

He kept his mouth shut at that, a silence so loud that a clicker could walk through unalarmed, tension filling the air.

“I didn’t know that they were planning to sell you out, was just relaying information down the line.” 

He watched you as you pushed up from your chair with another roll of your eyes, stretching in the process. “Yeah, well you did. It doesn’t bother me as much as it used to, but that was a real shitty thing you did to me there.” 

He heard you take a deep breath at his lack of response. 

“But I guess we’ve all done things we regret since the outbreak, so might as well let bygones be bygones, yeah? How about a fresh start?” When he met your gaze, he saw a brief whisp of a smile grace your features, going by so quick that he could have imagined it. 

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He felt a weight he didn’t recognize leave his shoulders, and maybe that’s why he spoke what he did next. “You could come with us, you know, to deliver Ellie. God knows she gets tired of me sometimes, and I wouldn’t mind the company.” He couldn’t control the words leaving his mouth and didn’t even process what he said until he saw your contemplating face. His heart was beating faster, and he cursed himself for acting like a boy with a little crush. 

“Plus, he thinks you’re beautiful!” A third voice rushed in, making the two others whirl to see Ellie standing in the door frame, eyes wide and locking with his almost as if he would stop her if she spoke any slower. Which he would’ve. 

“Ellie, I swear to all things holy you--” 

Your laugh makes his words die off, amusement echoing in its wake. “Always been the charmer, you have, Joel.” Walking to face him with the brunette behind you, you leaned in close to his ear before continuing. “A fresh start, right?” and then he felt it. You had placed a kiss right on his cheek, and a feeling he hadn’t felt since he saw you last rose within him. Looking at you with pupils slightly blown, he watched as you winked at him before heading towards Ellie. “So, he say anything else like that about me?” 

Not many could break the exterior he placed as a barrier for himself--it took some people years to even get a kind response out of him. But not even an hour after running into you again, and he knew he was putty in your hands.

Joel Miller was many things, and in love (whether he would admit that to himself or not), was becoming one of them.

#the last of us #tlou part 1 #tlou spoilers #ellie williams #joel miller #joel miller x #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x you