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chanelrolls · 28 days

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milkman x gn!reader

genre: suspense, thrill, a bit of action

summary: you're warned abt the recent doppelganger sightings around your town while you're home alone, unbeknownst to yourself that you'd be attacked by one of your neighbours, the milk man, as the two of you play a game of cat and mouse.

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"have you been warned by the recent doppelganger sightings?", from the other side of the phone, your bestfriend's voice resonated through the line, whilst you're rubbing your hands with soap by the kitchen counters. you had just finished eating dinner with your pet, and you have been living alone all by yourself since your grandparents allowed you to take over their property.

you take note of your bestfriend's words, brows furrowing until your glabella meets. of course, you are aware of what a doppelganger is, but the sudden phenomenon of its existence leaves you perplexed. or maybe, your bestfriend is joking around again? "doppelgangers? where'd you even hear that from? so silly...", you wipe your hands with a piece of cloth, awaiting her response.

"hear? i witnessed it myself, y/n. it's on the newsflash, residents are being attacked by doppelgangers! some being injured and some in critical condition, as said. y/n, you should be careful—"

your attention abruptly shifts towards your main door, and to the windows that was situated in both sides. you almost swore you heard a faint noise from outside, specifically near your porch. you remained silent, a series of shivers running through your nerves. "y/n? are you there?", your bestfriend's voice came out as a background noise, as you slowly saunter towards the window, with every movement you make being precise and calculated.

just then, your heart nearly escapes out of your chest upon seeing someone's silhouette by the porch. you couldn't see much since the window restricted you from doing so, and otherwise, whoever the hell that is might see you. "girl, call 911 immediately.", you whispered to your phone. "what? what's happening!? you're making me worried, y/n!" you halt from your tracks when your eyes catch sight of a familiar delivery box that was resting near the silhouette's feet. it was the daily delivery milkman! strangely, he usually delivers you the milk jugs every 6PM, and it's already past 2 hours.

"nevermind... just make sure to answer your phone as soon as i call you."

"what? you haven't—", you cut your bestfriend's line on end, quietly placing your phone down. you hesitated for a few more moments, but the knocking on the door interferes with your trail of thoughts. you weren't sure whether you'd believe your bestfriend's warnings since you haven't heard of the news yourself (well, because you don't watch the news...) or just get it over with and receive the milk jugs as fast as possible.

you puff out a nervous sigh, your hand slowly reaching out for the doorknob — as your fingers touched the cold metallic surface, you twisted the handle, opening the door and facing francis mosses himself. as always, he held a lackadaisical countenance for someone whose job is as mundane as delivering milk jugs to the same locations each day. nothing really changed in his appearance... he had the same lifeless eyes, with dark and deep bags underneath. his physique is attuned by the same milkman suit paired with his silly little iconic hat on top of his head, plus, he's towering over you.

before you were able to say anything, he speaks up, "sorry for the late delivery." with a monotonous tone. you try to scrutinize any unusual differences in his physiognomy, to compare them to the previous times he made deliveries for you. as much as you wanted to ignore your bestfriend's warnings at the back of your head, your subconscious couldn't help but to act a lot more wary. you watched as his eyes locked onto yours, then momentarily shifting to the inside corners of your house. "will you perhaps... let me in?"

your breath hitched, what kind of question was that? no sane human would have the guts to ask a fellow you barely know something so outright and personal. "oh. 'scuse me for being rude, i've just been really thirsty and worn out, a glass of water would help...", he explains, his hand going up to gesture to his adam's apple, with a silent plea in his sleepy eyes.

"ah—", you promptly take the milk jugs from his hand, avoiding any eye-contact. "if all you need is water, i'll bring it out for you then. please wait outside!" you lightheartedly cheer, trying to shake off the tension building up in the atmosphere. but as soon as you turn your back on him, you hear a thud, causing you to instinctively look over your shoulder.

francis's hand is leaning against the doorframe, while the other is behind him. his eyes became peculiarly darker than a moment ago, steadily aiming at you, as his foot is almost beyond the doorstep. "i'd also need to wash a part of me, so i'll really appreciate it if you let me in?" his lips are slightly parted, exposing a bit of his teeth.

"uh-" your head then became messy with all of the incoherent thoughts flowing, and the only thing certain to you right now was how alarmed you feel.

"please?", added he, taking one more step forward, his fingers crawling from the doorframe and to the flat wooden surface of the door itself, to fully lean his elbow against the frame as a way to support his figure.

that's it. your survival instincts have been provoked, this was too far for an ordinary milkman to be acting like this- almost trespassing your personal space, at that. you run to the kitchen island, and as you do so, the sound of rushing footsteps behind you had your adrenaline skyrocketing its maximum. you frantically search for any possible weapon, thus eventually grabbing a paring knife to aim it towards the milkman's doppelganger.

his agility outmatched yours, when he wraps his hand around your wrist to twist your forearm, forcing you to drop your weapon onto the cold tiles. "no, no, no, not so fast—" francis cooed, but there's no way you would let yourself die in a situation like this, so as soon as he planned on doing his next move, you raise your knee to hit his crotch.

"gghk!" that painful strike from you elicited a grunt out of him, you didn't hesitate to take advantage of his agony and kicked him down to the ground once more. your hands desperately reach for the knife again, as if it was the only thing that could keep you alive (well, technically it is.) grabbing ahold of it and positioning the tip near his eye.

at this point, you were hovering on top of him, with your knees painfully pressed against the floor. on the other hand, francis is still wincing from the attack he had to endure, his elbows angled against the tiles to keep his torso slanted from it. "try to move, i'll stab your forehead."

if you were to be honest, you weren't sure of what you had to do next. but as of now, you were sure that you gained the upper hand.

milkman doesn't say anything, he keeps his eyes on yours, as if he plans on burning your eyeballs with just the ominous power of his stare. you watched how the corners of his lips formed a smirk, also as if to mock your attempts. "playing games now?" he leans closer, but within a blink of an eye, plunging forward to yank your arm away and pinning you down the tiles, reversing the positions. surely, you didn't have the upper hand anymore.

"how do you feel being beneath me? like this?", he says, his fingertips lightly coasting up the skin of your face. you feel his touch on your ears, you didn't understand what he was trying to do, and you still attempt to escape from his grip. however, francis had no intention of letting you go. his fingers leave your ear, moving down to wrap around your throat. his grip is firm, that you could feel his nails subtly digging into the flesh of your neck, and you're starting to feel light-headed.

"i politely told you to let me in. if you only did, then..." you gasp for air, but you didn't fail to catch how his eyes were already widened and his pupils were contracted. the expression plastered on his visage resembling a mad psychopath's. "then this wouldn't have happened to you."

just as you embraced yourself to face death, everything went black and dead silent. though you still felt the hand around your neck, but his grip loosened. it took the both of you long enough to realize that a power outage within the whole neighbourhood had occured.

you muster up the courage and strength to push him off of you while he was still dumbfounded from the blackout. scurrying away, you feel his hand grab your ankle, but you were quick enough to give his face a hit, so you crawl up bristling and ran around the house.

it was hard for you to see much, but the moonlight seething through the blinds was enough for you to catch sight of the living room materializing before your scrutiny in the dark. the first thing you did was to hide in the small closet near the TV, praying that the odds will favour you and somehow trick the milkman that you went somewhere else.

you made sure to keep yourself quiet, hearing slow footsteps as you try to process where it came from and where it led to. the reverbating echoes of the steps indicated that he was heading upstairs, to your relief. you carefully push the closet door and step outside, wandering your eyes around the vicinity. each step you made towards the main door had your heart hammering against your chest, but shouldn't you feel advantaged that the doppelganger is now upstairs? the presence of the milkman still lingered even though he's not to be seen anymore.

your hand clutches onto your chest, upon coming into the realization of having to call your bestfriend. but where was your phone? you couldn't remember where you last left it due to how much you've been panicking. "fuck, fuck. i need to calm down—"

just then, you feel someone's hot breath brush against your nape, and a strong sense of presence just right around nearby. you stop, breathing heavily as your hands begin to tremble. ghostly fingers crawl up to your arm up until your shoulder, and his breathing is getting slow on your ear. slowly, your eyes move to the mirror adjacent to where you were standing.

and then, you see him standing behind you. you take note of how the hat he wore moments prior was no longer on top of his head, and you could see that his hair is slightly disheveled from all the chase you've been doing.

"ngh—!", you squeak in surprise, but he was fast enough to cover your mouth with a hand. he looks at you through the mirror, and you look at how he had the same smirk from earlier. it was inhumanely impossible, but you swore to yourself that you could see a blood-red glint lurking beneath his irises.

"shhh."

he pulls your waist, forcing you to face him and your faces had never been this close before. the proximity makes your blood rise all the way up to your face, for some other reason you couldn't pinpoint out. you couldn't quite distinguish his features that much from the darkness, but you were able to see the shadows and the contrasts in his face.

"would you want to see my real form?", his eyebrows are tilted, creases forming in between. "it seems you do, you keep testing my patience." there was a subtle hiss through his whispers, as he pushes you down the nearest chair, pulling a groan out of your throat.

there was an undeniable tension jostling through and through, maybe even a sexual one, at that. from the amount of intimate physical touching that he's done on you, and the way francis's predatory gaze constantly skim through your body. while you're just right there, being helpless and facing no other choice but to submit. otherwise he'll use that larger knife in his hand on you, wait, since when did he have that?

"please..." you beg through gritted teeth, clutching onto the fabric of the sofa you're on.

"please." he repeats, mocking you with a pleading face that came much more convincing than yours. he's leaning forward, looking like he's the one hovering on you allover again.

you close your eyes, pursing your lips against one another. but as soon as francis makes yet another move, the wail of the siren pierces the tranquility of the neighbourhood, echoing off the silence. as the police cars prowls past, its pulsating hues of crimson and blue seeths through the windows of your house.

you open your eyes, is that the police? are they here to save you? all of the sudden, francis drops the weapon he's been holding, immediately kneeling on the ground and looking up at you, this time, with a genuine plea.

"no, don't make me go. please."

it's too late, the doppelganger has been caught. and the chase had now come to an end.

#milkman x reader #francis mosses #thats not my neighbor #milkman #francis mosses x reader

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southislandwren · 2 years

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Heehee gamers maybe I should’nt have sat in on this zoom meeting about my dying grandpa

#so basically. it’s not looking good gamers.#gonna tell my boss that I might be 1) taking care of my little cousins 2) leaving town 3) whatever the fuck else happens with a dying grandp #it’s also really late and I have to milk tomorrow so like. I should go to bed at some point but I really need to be hearing this stuff #I mean not really. this was supposed to be a private zoom with just the siblings but here I am #although my dads here too so it’s 4 sibs and then me and my dad #oh and I should text my brother bc I know no one is going to tell him anything and he might need to fly in from nyc #and they’re talking about not letting my mom come up this weekend because she’s still testing positive for covid #which I’m like. her moms funeral was on her fucking birthday. let her go see her dad #fuck it’s really late. I might ask my boss for permission to vent #lately I’ve been messaging memus and being like permission to trauma dump 🫡 and I’m gonna do that irl #but she should know anyway because this whole situation is going to affect my work.#oh and I just realized if he hangs on for a while my semester is going to be fucked #I’m taking repro (arguably the hardest class in my major) and if I’m distracted by losing my grandpa it’s going to be really rough.#oh well. I’m sleepy and I probably won’t be able to fall asleep but I’m trying to maintain that everything will work out #diary post #sorry for grief post on main I kinda just need a little attention abt this since the only people I talk to are my family

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taintedcigs · 1 year

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YOU'RE NOT SCARED, ARE YA?

wc: 4.1k+

pairing: ghost face!eddie munson x final girl!reader

warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! absolutely no minors!! p in v, dom/sub elements, dark!dom!eddie, naive and innocent!reader, final girl!reader, mean!eddie, fingering, kinda manipulation, slight dubcon, this is kinda dark so if this kind of stuff bothers u DO NOT READ!!, minor character death, dom!eddie, squirting (??), sub!reader, heavy/graphic smut, knife kink kind of, very brief choking kink, kind of a breeding kink??, praising, degradation (name-calling etc), mean!soft!eddie JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI!!!

summary: you were happy to be a survivor and finally ready to get back to your life after ghost face was caught, but was he actually caught?

authors note: okay so i watched scream 6 yesterday and i had to i just had to write ghost face!eddie !! NOo SCREAM 6 SPOILERS DON'T WORRY OFC !! this is for u wyv OMG hope u like it i kinda have doubts abt it but oh well!! also hope u enjoyed scream 6 omg @sleepy-wyvern the reader is very forgiving and just gives in im sorry for that okay ill write another darker one maybe later pls send me ur ghost face!eddie requests and help me indulge in this fantasy omg xo, em <3 line divider creds to @attxnt

The breeze from the window had you chilling up before you could realize. Your head popping in the direction of the window as your eyebrows furrowed, you never noticed that you had left a window open.

With a sigh you get up to close it, as it's already freezing inside, a creak on the floors causes your head to pop up again, more confused than ever, you look around.

The TV is faintly playing in the background, screams of a woman in the horror movie you are watching is pitching your ears as you hurry to turn the TV off, wanting to see what the noise is about.

As soon as you turn the TV off, you hear another creak, the sound is now familiar to you in an eery way, you feel uneasy as you tiptoe around the living room, looking around to see what is causing the noise.

You shake your head at your paranoid thoughts, it's probably just the noises an old house makes.

Huffing, you make your way into the kitchen, re-opening the fridge for the hundredth time that day as you wait for a meal to magically appear.

Another windy noise behind you catches your attention, you swiftly turn around. Nothing.

Then the loud rang of the phone causes you to jump.

The phone ringing isn't easing your worries, you know the Ghostface murderer who has been roaming around town, killing a bunch of teenagers in Hawkins was caught, but still, it didn't give you comfort as you saw the face of Jason Carver who was being arrested, he looked innocent —as innocent as he could look for someone who was an awful person.

You shake your thoughts as you realize you are being paranoid, the Ghostface killer is caught, you need to calm down, you remind yourself.

"Hello?" You answer the phone calmly, hoping that it's Eddie, ready for him to ease your worries.

"Hello," The distorted voice speaks at the end of the line.

"Yes?" You ask, curiously now, wanting to know who the caller is. You shake off the feeling that the distorted voice reminds you of the ghost face killer, you don't want to believe it.

"Who is this?" The voice asks, and you furrow your brows.

"Who are you trying to reach?" Your voice comes out small, you're still uneasy from the creaking noises and what had happened in town before the killer was caught.

"I don't know." The distorted voice sounds careless.

"You have the wrong number." You answer, any sort of phone call still gives you anxiety. "I'm hanging up" You almost huff, annoyed that it's not Eddie, just some random guy.

"Wait, don't hang up." The voice is soft now

"Why?" You reply, your eyes narrowing.

"Because I think you need to hear this." The voice is mysterious.

"Hear what?" You ask, confused.

"They got the wrong guy." The voice is taunting, and the uneasy, chilling feeling from before is back.

"What? What the fuck are you talking about?" You ask, getting more uncomfortable, you look around, the paranoid feeling setting into your stomach once again.

You thought you had left the ghost face killer thing behind, happy that you survived.

"Jason Carver is innocent." The voice is more direct now, it sends shivers down your spine. "Well, he isn't innocent, but he sure isn't the ghostface killer." The voice chuckles.

"Who's this?" You ask, your voice getting shaky now.

“The question isn’t who am I, the question is, where am I?”

"Fuck you, asshole. This isn't funny." You spit, ready to hang up the phone.

"Oh, I'm sure you would beg me to."

"You know what-" Your words are quick to cut off as you are swayed by a mysterious figure, hooded hands cover your mouth as you attempt to scream and squirm.

"That's not going to do you any good, sweetheart." The distorted voice is enough to make you shaky again.

A scream dies out in your throat from the shock, you are left speechless and you feel almost paralyzed.

"Let me go." Your voice is muffled, tears are prickling your eyes.

"You want me to let you go?" The ghostface masked figure tilts its head to the side, you eye him curiously, nodding slowly.

"Don't you wanna know who I am?" The voice is taunting you again, and as much as you want to know, you don't want to give whoever it is the satisfaction.

"Let me go." Your voice is still muffled, a chuckle is heard from the other end.

"I think you know who I am, sweetheart." The voice is oh so familiar now, but you are still in denial as you shake your head.

"I- I don't." You manage to let out in your shocked state, the ghost masked figure chuckles, and the distorting voice is now going back to normal as you are finally hit with the realization.

The figure lets you go as he rips off the ghost face mask off his face, you first see the curls, those curls that you twirled your finger around as you laid in his bed, are now taunting you.

A grinning Eddie is revealed under the mask, you are now shaking as your face is contorted.

No words come out of your lips as you stare at him in shock, hoping for this to be his idea of a sick twisted joke.

"Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" He is fully smirking, you are speechless, you can't believe that it was Eddie, your Eddie who had been behind the sick killings.

"Eds...?" Your words linger in the air, you feel small, so small.

"Yes, doll." The nickname should make you feel disgusted, you should feel disgusted. But you can't help but still be so enamored with him, you feel disgusted by yourself.

"What... why- How?" Your questions are spiraling, your eyes never leaving his, you want answers.

"It's... you?" You are dumbfounded, and the expression on Eddie's face is something you have never seen before.

"Yup." He's quick to let you know that he really is ghost face.

"I- I don't understand..." You are fighting your tears now, and Eddie walks closer to you to cup your face, still gentle, and you are too shocked to push him away, too comfortable with him that you let him.

"It's not that hard to understand, sweetheart." He chuckles almost, your eyebrows furrow. "Why?" You dare to ask, he clicks his tongue.

"It's simple really."

"You- you killed them, Eddie." Your voice is meek again, it's cracking as your tears freely escape your cheeks, he's quick to wipe them away. His other hand still holding onto the knife.

"Shhh, angel. There's no need to cry, they don't deserve your tears." He attempts to comfort you, but you squirm. "Don't be scared of me angel, 'm not gonna hurt you, I promise." He reassures, and you want to believe him, as much as you're scared, he's Eddie, your Eddie.

"Why- why did you kill them?" You manage to ask between your tears, Eddie's head tilts to the side.

"You're looking for a motive?" He asks. "How about the town "freak" is getting sick and tired of all those assholes calling him a "freak" and a "satanist", so he decides to finally show them how much of a freak he can be, how's that motive for you, hmm?" He taunts, the knife is still behind him, but you feel uneasy.

"Vicki, Tommy H., Carol, Tina..." You name every one of his victims, and it brings a smile to his face.

"I had to do it, sweetheart." His voice is calm and collected.

"Why... why..." You are still in shock.

"Oh, it's easy, sweetheart. Vicki, Carol and Tina were awful to you, d'you remember how they splashed you with their drinks, and laughed while you ran away sobbing, d'you remember that? Cause I never fucking forgot." His voice was harsh now, he was feeling the anger, the pain you had endured in their hands.

"Thought it was funny to humiliate my girl, make her feel bad, and they thought they could fucking get away with it? No chance." He hummed.

"Tommy H. was a fucking asshole, he got what was coming to him, no real loss there." He was talking about these people as if they were disposable, and you hated to admit he was right, you would probably never admit it out loud, but all of them were terrible people, destroying all the people they didn't deem to be "popular".

You look at him, still in shock, you don't know what to say, what to think, especially when Eddie is standing this close to you.

"And Jason?" You asked, your voice was less trembling now, what Eddie had done was horrible, but you didn't feel as scared anymore.

"Oh, he was easy to frame." He grinned. "I couldn't let him get away with fucking touching you at that party, princess." His hands were caressing your cheek now, and you gulped.

"I knew you tried to hide that from me, you knew how angry I would get, you didn't want me to get involved or hurt myself... Robin told me." His voice was more vulnerable now.

"But I'd do anything, fucking anything to protect you, princess. And I did. All of them, deserved what was fucking coming for them." His eyes squinted, you could feel the anger radiating off of him.

"S'all good, now. You have me, to protect you, princess." His hands drooped down from your cheeks, as they traveled across your body, you couldn't help but get chills all over where he touched, you felt disgusted with yourself that you were enjoying this, but you had waited so long, so long for him, and now he was actually giving you what you had waited so long for.

"Eds..." You get his attention.

"They tried to hurt what's mine, they tried to take my girl away from me." He murmured into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your face, and you can feel the smirk forming on his lips.

"But I've got you now, princess. No need to be afraid." His words were late to register in your head, the infamous ghost face killer was in front of you, his body is pressed against yours, and he was telling you all about his murders, and for some reason, you were still not screaming and running away.

"I- I can't." You squirmed, your eyes were getting teary again.

"C'mon, Y/N. No need to make this harder than it is." His hand raised the knife, you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

"You- you killed them, Eddie." Your voice was shaking, you eyed his movements.

"You taunted me... with your calls." Your voice was shaky. "How the fuck am I supposed to trust you?" You gulped, trying to push him away, but he held you in place.

"Baby, I just had to warn you of them... they were supposed to be your friends, do you remember everytime you defended them to me, telling me that they were your friends and that I should be nice, hmm?" He asked, you were ashamed to nod, he was right, he had tried to warn you of them but he never listened.

"But they ditched you the moment you told them what Jason had tried to do to you, they humiliated you... you deserved so much better." His voice was calm as he attempted to comfort you with the knife still in his hand.

"I had to taunt you a little for not listening to me, but whatever I said to you wasn't bad." He reassured, you shook your head.

"But killing them was the only way?" You raised your voice this time, getting confidence from the way Eddie saw you as his soft spot.

"I was protecting you." His calm voice was more irritated now, his gaze landed on yours, and it was piercingly sharp.

"I- I didn't ask you to do that for me." Your voice was shaky, and Eddie tssked as he dragged the knife along your face, you squeezed your eyes shut, afraid.

He noticed your movements, and he was quick to drag the knife away, knowing it had scared you. "No need to be scared of me, princess." He still had that smirk on his face, but he was gentle now.

"Let me go or I'll scream." You demanded, but he just chuckled.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet, angel." He hissed, but he let you go. And you look at him dumbfounded.

"Go on, then. Call the cops, tell them it was Eddie, your Eddie." His eyes narrowed as they watched you, you gulped. He knew where to hit you.

You didn't want him to be in trouble, even after everything, even after how you had tried to hate him in these last five minutes.

"I- I..." You stuttered, and Eddie chuckled.

"Do it, princess, turn me in." He taunted again, and it's like you were unable to move.

"Can't do it, can ya?" The taunting voice was back again. But he wasted no time as he pinned you against the wall this time, standing closer to you than he ever did.

"Knew you wanted me, as much as I wanted you princess." His voice was sultry, the knife that was supposed to scare you was now running against your clothes, and he felt you shiver under him, it makes him feel more in control, and he loved every second of it.

"Look how you squirm with just my touch, princess. I bet you're s'soaked under that tiny little skirt, aren't you?" He questioned, you squeezed your eyes shut, you hated how much you were enjoying this, and you felt disgusted with yourself.

"Let's see." His hands were cold as they landed on your thigh, riding up your skirt as you sucked in a breath.

His touch was so soft and demanding that as soon as his ringed fingers circled around your panties you let out a whimper, Eddie’s pants tightening at the sound.

“You really needed this, huh?” He whispered against your ear, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck.

"Look at you, squirming under my touch, holding out your pretty little whimpers from me, you want this as much as I do, sweetheart, don't lie to me."

The hand that was holding the knife grazed your thighs, the knife's coldness caused a gasp out of you, and Eddie smirked. "Such a slut." He almost chuckled, and you whimpered at the nickname, Eddie knew you like the back of his hand.

"You enjoying this, princess? You enjoy me making you squirm with the knife I killed the assholes that tried to hurt you?" He questioned darkly, you didn't want to answer, you felt ashamed.

Eddie's hand that circled your panties cut contact, and you gasped, your eyes opening, he cupped your face harshly. "Fucking answer me." You looked into his dark eyes, and you nodded, simply. You needed him.

"Words, need your words." His grip on your cheeks was harsh.

"Yes- yes! I- I need you!" You stuttered over your words but it was good enough for Eddie now as he smirked.

Eddie's rough and demanding demeanor, as well as his protectiveness, was sickly making your panties dampen, you hated to admit it.

His hands let go of your face as they returned to their place, and his finger easily slipped past your panties as they entered into you without warning, you whimpered loudly.

“S’fucking soaked for me, angel.” He purred against your ear, his hands gliding in and out of you easily as your whimpers were blissful to his ears.

The knife in his hand was still gliding your thighs, his lips harshly collided against yours as you were left out of breath.

“Eds…” The words slipped past your lips in a state pure of euphoria. He focused his one finger on your spot, causing you to almost scream out, as he pushed his other thick fingers into your dripping cunt.

“Look at you, doll…” He murmured.

“I haven’t even fucked you and you’re already dripping. Waiting to get fucked by me, my little slut” He chuckled as his fingers stretched you out, making you gasp.

You were captivated by him and willing to comply to all of his demands. You had been yearning for him to touch you, for you to feel him, for his cock to wreck you utterly.

"Need to get rid of these." He hummed as he swiftly used his knife to cut your panties, you gasped, as the air hit your cunt, whimpering.

"Need... need you." You couldn't take it anymore, you looked up at him doe-eyed, and he almost melted with your words.

"What do you need pretty girl?" He needed more from you.

“Need you between my thighs.” You whimper as he groaned at your words. “Need your cock.”

"Need your cock, inside of me, fillin' me all the way up." Your words are enough for him to quickly free himself from his pants and boxers.

He hissed as his angry red tip, oozing with pre-cum, faced you.

You licked your lips at the sight, spitting in your free hand and taking him in your hand hungrily, giving his cock a few strokes.

"Atta girl... but no fucking, teasin'" His hands were quick to swat yours away, you pouted.

He took the knife again, this time he freed you of your almost transparent blouse. He recognized that blouse immediately, he could almost always see your tits from them, enjoying the way they jumped up and down when he purposefully hit the curbs when you were inside his van. But now he wanted to see them, fully exposed.

The knife was quick to get rid of the tiny blouse. His eyes devoured your bare breasts flashing him, and he groaned at the sight.

The hand that was free of the knife played with your nipple as he latched onto it, hungrily, sucking, pulling and everything filthy he could possibly think of.

The other hand with the knife was still travelling across your stomach, and then getting closer to your other nipple. always grazing to give you a bit of pain, but a hell lot of pleasure.

"Please, Eds, please." You were begging now, and he loved it.

"Such a lil' slut... begging for me to fuck you, after I just told you I killed all those people..." He mocked, chuckling. You felt your cheeks flush with his words, you were ashamed, but he was far from wrong.

He still had your nipple in his mouth, kissing and nibbling.

"You were fucking made for me." He murmurs.

"This fucking cunt was made for me." He lets go of your nipple, now his hands give your clit a tight pinch.

Eddie lined his angry red tip to your entrance, groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt, waiting to be ruined by him.

Without warning, he pinned you further against the wall and pushed himself inside of you, your cunt engulfed him almost instantly as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

It was as if your cunt was made for him, gripping him nicely.

He groaned, your pussy was milking him as he felt nuzzled by your warmthness, he was in pure ecstacy, and he never wanted to let you go.

Your whimpers were getting so much louder now, and he never felt more proud. He growled against your ear and choked you out with his free hand, muzzling out your cries. He watched the way your tits rose up and down, enjoying the sight, making him sink lower into you.

"Look at you, fuck, princess. Takin' my cock so fuckin' well." He groaned.

"This tight fucking cunt was made for me. Made for me to fuckin' use, perfectly made just for me."

Eddie was sure he was in heaven as he rocked his hips roughly and deeper into you, splitting you open until he was sure you were stuffed with his cock.

“D’you know how long I wanted to this, princess?” He asks.

You shake your head, whimpering.

"Up." He demands as he taps your thighs, you oblige immediately wrapping your legs around him.

His thick thighs are pushing your legs wider, “I waited so fucking long to take you. To take this fucking cunt and make it mine, make you mine.”

“D'you know how much I wanted to stuff you with my cock, fill you to the brim till all that pretty little head of yours would be able to think would be my cock.” He growled, harshly gripping into you, your hands tugged on his hair guiding him to go faster.

"You wanted this as much as I do, doll. I can tell, I can tell by the way your sweet little cunt is milkin' my cock, lookin' so fuckin' pretty when you're s'fucked out." His voice was dark now, and being filled fully by him made you whimper once again. You nodded your head.

“S’stuffed with my cock that you can’t even speak, baby?” He asked, smirking. You nodded, needing more, you were moaning loudly now.

“Lookin’ so pretty beggin' for my cock, I knew you would love the idea of me killing for you, didn't you? You love the fact that I'd do any fucking thing for you” He purred, his hips pushing against you.

You knew it was wrong, what Eddie did was wrong, and you surely knew that him stretching you open with his cock right after he told you he was a murderer was wrong, but fuck, he just felt so damn good.

“Needed this so badly, needed to stuff this tight lil’cunt to the brim, show you who owns it.” He moaned loudly.

He was quick to slip out of you, and you gasped, he didn't give you any time to process anything as he plunged himself inside your walls in a glorious thrust once again, stretching you open once again, and making you scream out.

“Yours, yours, yours” You murmured, trying your best to adjust to his huge cock again.

Eddie eyed you as you squeezed your eyes shut again, your head fell back from pleasure, your pretty lips were shaped in an 'o' form, and he could tell you were getting close.

“F-fuck, baby. You're squeezing so tight around my cock. You gonna cum, sweetheart?" He asked, groaning.

With both of his hands he was now holding onto your waist, the knife in his hands was dangerously close to your skin, grazing every once in a while, and he couldn't help but sickly smile as you had a terrified look in your face as it did so.

Eddie decided you looked so pretty when you couldn't decide if you were terrified of him or you wanted him inside of you forever.

He was pounding into you harder now, and you couldn't help but nod, you wanted to, you needed to cum.

"Needa cum..." You whined and Eddie's eyes glimmered with lust.

“Look at my lil' cockslut.” He purred.

“Cum for me, slut.”

"Cream my cock, sweetheart." He didn’t stop his movements as he roughly rutted his cock inside of you, your sweet cunt taking all of him as you released around him, gush of wetness pulsing out of you.

"Shit... shit... Look at you, f-fuck." He praised.

"Squirtin' all over my cock, f-fuck, made just for me."

Strained moans escaped your lips as the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixed with Eddie's groans were all that was filling the room.

"Your cunt gets so tight right after you cum, shit- shit." He moaned, his movements were animalistic now, he wasn't stopping.

"Don't think I can hold much anymore, sweetheart. Need to fill up your sweet fucking cunt." He cooed.

“Fuckin’ made for me. You’re mine and mine only.” He grunted as he pounded deeper into you now.

“Gonna fill that tight lil' cunt so deep with my cum, sweets. Paint your walls white” He cooed. "Gonna dump my load so fuckin' deep inside you, you'll never get it out, sweetheart."

Eddie’s deep growls and his animalistic noises filled the room as he sheathed himself further into you before releasing his warm seeds within your waiting cunt, his hot cum quick to fill your insides, causing you to groan once again.

He let out a last groan as he slowly attempted to come down from his high. He felt ecstatic, his big smirk never leaving his face.

After he caught his breath, his cock growing soft inside of you, he sighed. Finally relaxed, he pulled out of you with a huge grin plastered onto his face as he looked down to admire his work.

His warm cum was leaking out of you, dripping down your thighs. He was quick to stuff back all of his cum that tried to leave your pretty glistening pussy.

"Mine." He murmured as he placed a sloppy kiss against your lips, taking you in his arms as he carried you to your bed, so you could have your well-deserved rest.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #ghostface!eddie #ghostface!eddie munson #stranger things imagine

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yrfavpookie · 1 month

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Guys yk how in Mikes monologue he says "i love you on your bad days"? Nuh uh.

WHY IT DOESNT APPLY TO EL:

-When they're at Rinkomainia and El hits Angela, he's all like "WHAT DID YOU DO" and then he doesn't sit next to her and comfort her (we'll get back to who he is next to).

-The day after Rinkomainia he just confronts her with everything and when she tries to tell him how she feels he just shuts it down. He also knows that she wanted to hear that he still loved her but WHYYYY couldn't he say it? It parallels Nancy and Steve in season two where Nancy can't tell Steve she loves him bc she doesn't.

WHY IT APPLIES TO WILL:

-When Will was possessed and sent demodogs to the lab, Mike was still there by his side. When he made it out he was holding Will in his arms (cuties). When everyone was trying to get Will to talk, Mike was talking to Will about the day they met. Even after all that he didn't leave Will's side. Clearly that was a bad day 💀

-In season 3 when Will was upset at Mike and he was all like "it's not my fault you dont like girls" (it is). Will pedaled away and Mike was like omg I fricked up 💀. HE DROVE ACROSS TOWN TO APOLOGIZE. WHEN DOES HE DO SMTH LIKE THAT W EL??? 🤨

-Back to Rinkomainia Will and Mike start fighting abt how Mike never tried to contact him (which actually is a miscommunication bc Mike did try to call him but the phone was busy and "Mike wont stop whining abt it"). Then they hear a scream and run to see El and Angela. Who is he next to after this happens??? WILL. HE ISNT NEXT TO HIS GF WHO WAS JUST PUBLICLY BULLIED. HES NEXT TO WILL. Even after the argument buddy still doesn't leave his side.

Anyways I'm a bit of a yapper

TL:DR- Mike doesn't love El on her bad days, but he loves Will on his.

#byler #byler endgame #bylerproof #stranger things #ST5

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midnightwriter21 · 1 year

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demon slayer hcs: how you meet

characters: fem!reader x douma, akaza, sanemi

warnings: language, mention of death, blood, fighting, and attempted sexual assault

DOUMA

douma prefers women

thinks we're ~tasty~

so ur probably out for the night with your girlfriends

havin a lil bit of fun

and unfortunately or fortunately

y'all catch his attention

but he doesn't just swoop in and fuck yall up dw

he's a curious fucker

so he jus watches for a while

mans can watch me for as long as he wants yk what im sayin ;)

anyways

you and your friends run into some trouble

idk what trouble

but trouble

and douma with his bullshit manipulative fake hero complex

waits until the LASTTTTT second

to finally pop in and save you

of course you're terrified of him

he doesn't care

you're going with him

and he's gonna keep you for as long as he wants

hopefully you can keep him entertained ;)

AKAZA

the man i hate to love

rip rengoku :(

similar to douma

except akaza drinks respect women juice for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

so ur out for a night on the town w ur besties

and the trouble you guys run into happens to be group of drunk men

they're aggressive and loud

and even when y'all tell them to fuck off

they dont

they just get rougher

but akaza being the man he is

doesn't let them get the CHANCE to lay a finger on you or your friends

necks broken

spines snapped

and ur just like "wtf jus happened"

def still scared as hell

but he's ur savior

show him ur appreciation *wink wink*

asks if you'll become a demon

if u accept, he'll help you adjust

teach you to fight

if you don't accept

he won't give u any trouble

if he likes u enough he may vow to protect u

love him

SANEMI

idk its jus somethin abt this man

ik he would tear it UP

anyway for him i hc that you would already be a demon slayer yourself

not too highly ranked but you're not a beginner either

you're kinda just eh

but you're on a mission with some other demon slayers

and uh oh

big bad strong demon

sanemi is sent out due to the large amount of casualties

and there you are

with a group of injured slayers to the left of you

and you're holding off the demon

alone

covered in blood

and def terrified

but fighting like hell

when the demon shifts his attention to that group of injured slayers

it shoots toward them and you don't have time to think

throwing urself in front of them and closing ur eyes

bracing for impact

and instead of being shish-kebabed

all you feel is a gust of wind

but then u hear it

"fucking idiot"

yo what

lmfao not what u expected for sure

the demon that was terrorizing u is light work for him

but sanemi was actually impressed that you held out long enough for him to get there

he wont show it but he respects the way you were gonna give your life to protect the injured slayers

he'll cuss you out the whole way back to the butterfly mansion

but maybe he'll offer to train you

sheeshhh ik a way we could train hehe

#demon slayer #anime #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #douma #douma x reader #akaza #akaza x reader #headcanon

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jadedxhearts · 3 months

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 #𝟓

Pre-TS Law’s Sex Drive/Riskiness HCs

Warnings: fem reader, smut

Originally posted on May 22nd, 2023

Pre time skip Law wouldn’t give a fuck who hears the way you scream his name. He’ll finger you under tables, drag you to the bathroom for a quick fuck, take you out to the dark back alleys of bars for you to suck him off. If someone manages to see? He’d just shambles their body apart, no?

He’d fuck you in various parts of the submarine, not concerned with any of the crew walking in because they know when it’s time to leave you both alone. “Stay out of the operation room… captain’s at it with y/n again…”.

One in particular I think abt often is the control room. Yknow the scene where he’s laid back in a chair down there, his feet up on the control panel? It made me feel things.

He’d throw you against the panel, lifting your legs high above his shoulders as he begins to pound into you, growling in your ear like an animal while you let out the sweetest moans, cries of his name or “Oh, Captain!”s falling from your lips. Your screams certainly reach beyond the closed door of the room, a clear warning to others that you and Law are not to be disturbed.

Or if he’s feeling more lazy, maybe on a late night watch down in the control room, he’ll be laid back, idly watching for anything that would require him to do take action. But you’ll be doing all the work. His jeans are barely undone, hoodie slid up just enough for you to see his stomach. But on the other hand, you’re completely naked, exposed for anybody who dares set foot into the room to see. You’re bouncing on Law’s cock, crying and begging for him to fuck you, desperate to feel him thrust up into you, hard. Riding Law’s cock isn’t easy work, especially when he won’t do as much as hold your hips. You’ve got to balance yourself all while rocking yourself on him, using the last of your strength to force little jumps to get some sort of movement inside you.

He could do that for hours. Watching you fuck yourself on him while he makes no effort to pleasure you is too enjoyable, like a show he doesn’t want to end. He can’t even keep count of how many times you’ve cum around his length, but you never stop, needing him to throw you back and fuck you hard, desperate to get him to pump all of his seed into you. But Law’s stubborn, as well as a sadist. He likes watching you suffer like this. He’ll let you ride him until tears are streaming down your face, voice broken as you can barely hold yourself up anymore. That’s when he’ll finally cave, gently pulling you into his arms, laying your head against his shoulder. He’ll hold you tightly and start finally thrusting, giving you what you crave. You’re shaking in his lap, cunt squeezing and spasming around his length, too overstimulated to handle anything else. When he finally cums, you let out a broken scream, whimpering and crying real tears as he chuckles beneath you, stroking your hair as your body tries relaxing. But even then, he still doesn’t pull out.

He’s also not afraid to show you off. Sitting in his lap publicly is no big deal, Law likes to flaunt his possession like this. Or thinking back to the Auction House in Saboady, think about the way he was sitting there. You could be curled up against him, arms clinging to him as he wears you like a prize.

And this way, everybody will know that even attempting to mess with you will result in near death for them. Law doesn’t fuck around when it comes to you, the person he loves most. Should anyone dare to cat-call you or try to take you away from him, it’ll result in Law taking their head.

But, as the two years of the time skip happen, Law becomes more private, as do you. You’re not constantly attached to his hip anymore, now opting for subtle hand holding or if he feels the need to, he’ll protectively place his hand on your lower back when you’re walking through towns. He’s also not as sexually driven, craving more sweet intimate moments over impulsive sex crazed ones. If the moment’s right, he’ll go for it. But mostly, he just wants to hold you close, get some comfort from your warm embrace and feel your gentle kisses on his face.

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #law x reader #law x reader smut #law x y/n #law x you

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junicult · 6 months

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contains ; sfw. budding romance. fem!farmer. a bit of ooc!maru. unestablished feelings. maru just wants to stir the pot 😁!

note ; i don’t even know where this came from.

lmfao i’m just thinking abt maru that definitely knows somethings going on between you and harvey just because she works at the front desk of the clinic.

aside from the first few times you came in to say hello, acquaint yourself with the two during the first couple weeks you were in town—it started to stand out much more that you weren’t just stopping in to greet her as well.

in fact, she’s seen you walk into the clinic even on her days off. she knows you’re not coming to see her.

it started off brief, she’d raise her head to the chime of the glass door opening, seeing you walking in with a smile. “is it an emergency?” she’d ask, scanning you while you quickly shook your head, “ah, no. i’m just here to say…hi.”

you were always polite about it; when she was behind the counter, you’d ask her questions about her day if it wasn’t busy. you at least pretended like she was the reason you came in.

but when you’d disappear in the back for a good while, she’d hear the laughter come from your throat and the shy hum of her boss’ voice through the thin walls.

she wasn’t naive. in fact, it became one of the highlights of her day.

by this point, she was already well aware of what was going on. so why not make it enjoyable for herself as well?

here you are again—she’s lost count of how many times it’s been. for a while she just started telling you how it is; “he’s in the back,” or when she’s feeling particularly bored, “you already know where he is,” just to see your eyes widen and your lips purse coyly.

however, this time it happened to be a very slow day. she’s been sitting behind the counter twiddling her pen for an hour now. she already finished up any extra work she could occupy herself with; now it was just a waiting game.

until you walked in, and she perked up a little.

“hey farmer, how’s it going?” she asks, slapping on a smile and tilting her head.

“i’m good, maru. how’re you? how’s that robot you were working on?” you’re sweet, but she can tell from the way your gaze darts to the door that you weren’t expecting to stop and chat.

“really good! and how’s the farm doing?” she leans in, propping her chin in her palm.

you let out a light laugh, “wonderful. just picked up some extra seeds, actually.” you gesture towards your bag, making it seem like coming into the clinic was only just because you were nearby; yet you both know that isn’t the case.

“oo, what kinds?” maru chirps, feigning much more interest then she actually cares for.

you lick your lips, once again your gaze fixing towards the door, before you plant your feet on the wrong side of the counter since the conversation doesn’t appear to be ending.

“y’know, just some seasonal ones. radish seeds, and i was low on wheat.” you recap, easily a little awkwardly.

“ahh,” she nods in understanding, hardly though.

you sit in silence for a moment. to you, it’s stiffening, it makes your eyes wander anywhere else besides her. but to maru, it’s the most interesting thing that has happened to her all day. seeing your lips purse, and looking down when she hears you softly crack your knuckle.

“so, uh… is—i’m gonna…” you mumble, taking an awaiting step towards the door, before she grins.

“oh! duh. give me a minute, he’s been busy with a couple patients all day so let me see if he’s free.” she straightens up, warm grin on her cheeks.

which isn’t something she’s ever had to do, and that was for a reason—because she’s never needed to. but what’s the harm in allowing her in on a little fun, right?

she hardly stifles her laugh when she turns away, pushing against the door just across the hall where she knows he sits patient-less—just like he always is when you come in. it’s clear you’ve discussed his schedule before, which is why you’re probably raising your eyebrows out in the lobby.

“harvey, the farmer’s here for you. like usual.” she feels inclined to add, leaning against the handle of the door.

“oh!” he turns in his chair, eyes flicking to the clock on the wall before he looks at her. “is she hurt?” it’s impossible to miss the instant worry in his tone.

obviously he’d assume so, maru has never come in to let him know of your presence.

“nope!” she smiles, “want me to send her in?”

he blinks for a moment or two, so amusing, before he nods with a hum.

and just before she closes the door she gets to see him take a quick peek in the mirror, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

“alright, he’s free. ‘round the corner, you know where he is.” maru chaffs, nodding her head in the direction.

you briefly laugh, still dripping in awkwardness that only makes her entire evening.

but, if there’s one thing about maru, it’s that she’s quite nosy. it’s unbelievable how badly she wants to ask about it.

it’s clear from the way you’re always together, seen in public, and even sometimes at festivals she’ll look over to see you talking his ear off—that you’re into him.

and from all the times she’d mention your name just to see his eyes flicker, his posture straighten, and his hands slightly tremble—he’s into you.

hell, even the times when she’d be standing in the same room as you two, watching the overly expressive eye contact, the fleeting touches; it felt like she was watching a live rom-com.

whether you both realize it or not; she does. which only makes it so much more enjoyable on her end.

#✎ drabbles !#why’d i write this? just cus.#she constantly watches the farmer run to the back w coffee #she’s gotta know…#harvey x farmer #sdv harvey #sdv harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x reader #sdv bachelor hcs #sdv bachelors #sdv harvey hcs #harvey sdv

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judeswhore · 8 months

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Seeing Jude in the couch just scrolling on his phone while man spreading and sitting back in a lazy kind of position and you just straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, not in a sexual way tho. (like a cuddling type of way, yk?) and he’s just wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight, warm hug while asking you about your day; what you ate, if you went out, etc. and you never wanna let go, just fall asleep in his arms and stay forever

he got home while u were showering or something so when u come down and see him ur just overwhelmed w the need to be held by him. he just looks so pretty and cosy in his hoodie and joggers and even tho you’d seen him only that morning you’d missed him ridiculously. so ur not even saying anything as u go up to him but he looks up when he hears u and just sends u a half sleepy smile all “hi baby” opening his arms and dropping his phone bc he knows exactly what u want from him. so the second ur in his lap he’s wrapping his arms around u and holding u so tight until ur glued together. tucking ur face into his neck and he’s just so so warm :(( one of his hands sneaking up under ur own hoodie so he can rub ur back and it has u melting into him, literally sighing in happiness bc u finally feel at peace. he’s talking so softly and quietly in ur ear, asking what you’ve had for lunch and telling him you’d gone out w friends to a new cafe in town and he’s all “yeah? was it nice? we’ll have to go some time together” and that just makes u so happy bc u know he will go with u at some point. then he’s asking if u did any shopping or if u spoke to ur parents like just really wanting to know abt ur day before he talks abt himself but then he’s telling u abt training and if anything funny happened. spending like 15 minutes just like that before he’s softly squeezing ur hip and coaxing u out from where u were half falling asleep against his shoulder going “gimme a kiss, please” bc you’ve been home a while now and he’s losing his mind not kissing u yet

#hey jude :)

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jupitervega · 11 months

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fleein the south part II

hi, i'm ri & i'm an autistic nonbinary trans guy-lite-ish person. 4 years ago i moved out to denver from mississippi (where i was born & raised) & immediately had a massive improvement in my quality of life. i was able to access medical & psychiatric care, my career stabilized, people were addressin me with correct terms for the most part, & i was startin to feel like life had finally begun

unfortunately when the lease ran out on our house end of summer last year my roommates decided not to renew, & then the people who were gonna be my new roommates backed out last minute. in a panic i looked for other options but with time runnin short & top surgery approachin i decided to recover at a friend's house & move back to mississippi once my surgeon cleared me to travel cross country so i could regroup somewhere i figured would be less expensive & at least somewhat familiar

that, friends, was a very costly & painful mistake! every single problem that made me wanna move away in the first place has only exacerbated!

i'm comin up on 8 months post top surgery, i have a beard, & i'm still gettin called ma'am/she/her. trump flags & signs still adorn many yards/porches here. hatred & bigotry run rampant in local politics. the other day i didn't even enter one of the convenience stores in the town where i live when i stopped by because they had posted a very thinly veiled racist sign on the door

when i arrived back here i was not even a full month outta surgery & i had a minor complication, so i went to the emergency room cause what else was i sposed to do? applied for charity as i had around $100 to my name at that point, which i THINK? got approved? also applied for mississippi medicaid the same day, which got denied almost outright as i have no children. so i've been uninsured since november & rationin the 3 month supply of my psych/migraine meds i received before leavin colorado for goin on 7 months. never mind bein able to access hrt!

job prospects here are Not Great! i've had to collect unemployment for a while as i cannot for the life of me find a full time job with a livin wage. otherwise i literally cannot make ends meet as the jobs i've held so far down here are payin average 50% or less of what i was makin in denver. even with the part time gigs i've had i have yet to crack 30hr/wk on any kind of regular basis

housin is an absolute shitshow. my lease is up 1 july (got a month extension) & i've been searchin everywhere for an affordable place of my own or at least a good roommate. the more affordable studio/1bd apartments go for around $700 & up, but most have income requirements of 2.5-3x the monthly rent which, considerin previous point abt wages, is near impossible. roommate listins are available but the majority are questionable at best & seekin a live-in bangmaid at worst

with all these considerations i spent the past few weeks feelin worse & worse lookin for somewhere close to the job i currently have. the leases are like 6mo-1y so i was picturin another year down here & how i was gonna survive, let alone thrive. my thoughts got darker & darker. i'd wake up in the mornin & be sad/disappointed i'd survived the night

this is no way to live

i snapped a few days ago. said to myself "if i'm destined to struggle wherever i go, i'd rather do it somewhere i actually Wanted to be in the first place" & started applyin for housin in denver. waitin to hear back from my first option & have secured a backup with a friend with a spare room for 6mo in case that falls through

right now i need help gettin the hell out! i've got first month's rent already put back, i can continue to collect unemployment until i land a good job in denver, & i'm already reachin out to find somewhere to work. i just don't have anywhere to go for another month or two to save the money i'll need to travel almost 1200mi (~1900km) back to colorado. i'll need at least $500 to make gas/food happen durin the time it will take me to get there, & i need it by the first of july (38 days from day of postin)

please help me escape!!!

ca: $jupitervega

vmo: jupitervega

ppal

please please please donate whatever you're able! pls boost!

thank u so much for readin, pls have an item from my emergency happy photo folder for yr enjoyment

#emergency #pls help #pls boost #emergency move #emergency transport #fundraising #help #mutual aid #mutual fund #direct action #direct aid #help pls #emergency assistance #time sensitive

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ickadori · 4 months

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hai anon here to thirst over sukuna. MALE AND FEM !!!!!! think... fem!sukuna with a nasty attitude. maybe even worse than her male counterpart. (she's tired of being underestimated. she's the queen of curses for goodness sake!) all conniving looks, nasty grins, and bloody canines to go along with her with her ichor lined lips. (she even has a cute cupid's bow ! don't let her catch you calling it cute though..) when she lays her eyes on you she is utterly struck. aren't you cute. she considers you quite adorable considering youre a weak human :p she strides towards you, and youre in a bloody puddle of the remains left by her... village visit. fem!sukuna who kicks aside a severed limb--who can hear your blood rushing, heart pounding. your eyes are wide as you glance up at her. wide and glossy. ah! how cute, you resemble that of a bunny about to be devoured by pray. no, she wouldn't devour you as she does her usual humans. "...i won't hurt you, brat." she spares a glance down, at your chest and neck. oh. she sees the slope of your tits through your flowery kimono; and your bare neck just laid out. as if begging for her to press her slender hands against your voicebox and squeeze-- see what pretty noise comes out. (if any) maybe kiss, too . . . mm, yes. perhaps f!sukuna will devour you another way. (i already sent u another brainrot ts week but ive been thinking sm abt sukuna....!!!!! urgh!!!) i rlly wanna be sandwiched in between fem!sukuna and regular sukuna and just fuck around and find out what happens. -L

cws for mentions of murder.

forgive me for hoarding your thirsts 😭😭 STOPPP I LOVE THISSSS IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT SINCE YOU SENT IT<33 i like to imagine that fem sukuna is like .. a savage! bad mannered, foul mouthed, long wild hair, absolutely no sense of etiquette and just all around uncouth. male sukuna is similar, but he has a bit more tact about things.

fem sukuna always gives into her desires and wants, no matter if the situation allows for it not. thats how she ended up toying with you in the middle of a bloodbath - her curiosity had gotten the best of her when she saw you standing stockstill in the middle of the madness, likely frozen by shock. your village folk were dying all around you, their blood spraying across your skin and tattered clothing, and you had just stood there, mouth agape and eyes glossy as they dropped at your feet.

you looked…appetizing in the midst of it all, trembling in fear and covered in blood, and fem sukuna had never been one to ignore her hunger, no matter the occasion.

AHHHH i feel like she acts like a cavewoman!! loud, brutish, simple (but not dumb, y’know). she eats with her hands, and tries to feed you the same way, and she can’t understand why you cringe away when her messy fingers near your mouth, some kind of undercooked meat dangling from them. she insists on feeding you herself, and she’ll keep you locked down in her lap until you humor her and finally give in.

her and male sukuna have the same abilities, but she prefers killing with her bare hands, as you were unfortunately able to witness firsthand as she ripped apart the people from your village without an ounce of remorse.

she dresses herself relatively simple, although she gravitates towards traditional male clothing such as hakama’s rather than kimono’s - it’s also not unheard of for her to neglect to wear clothing altogether. you, on the other hand, are garbed in the finest silks and brightest colors. she gifts you with dresses that would make noblewomen envious, and jewelry that could purchase entire towns and villages.

while male sukuna can be a bit stingy with his affection, rarely touching you in public unless it’s a possessive hand in your shoulder, waist, or the back of your neck, fem sukuna never learned the concept of personal space. her hands are always on you; fixing your hair just to mess it up again, tugging on strands and curling it around her fingers, pulling you into her lap petting you all over, randomly pulling at your cheeks and mushing them together just to childishly laugh at the face you’re forced to make.

your hand is clasped in hers on every walk, and sometimes she just simply scoops you up into her arms and carries you around that way, completely ignoring your protests.

she gives you your own room for sleeping and privacy, and yet every night you find her curled around you, arms locked around you tight and legs threaded through your own. you also bathe with her from now on, and she insists on being the one to scrub you clean…just for you to inevitably get dirty again when her hands begin to wander.

#++ fem sukuna #<- she gets a tag bc kekdkddkdk #++ L #do i give you a tag idk do you want one i gave you one just in case :p #in my head fem sukuna is giving uvo from hxh

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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3am | e.m

| eli (hawk) moskowitz x reader

warnings: s4 spoilers lol, uh crying ? that’s abt it. angst & fluff !

summary: its late and eli had to see you. he felt so lost, but once he was able to hug you he finally felt like he was at home.

authors note: hi babes ! i’m so sorry for being away. my mental health has been at an all time low recently. i plan to slowly get back in the groove of writhing again. but ! this is my first cobra kai blurb. i decided to post something short and see how well it does. (plus i just love eli w my whole heart). enjoy !! feedback is appreciated ! 🤍

(requests open)

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the constant tapping on your window was bound to wake you up, it was getting repetitive and annoying. with a quiet huff, you turned your phone on to check the time.

3:20 am

you ripped your blankets off your legs and walked to your window where the tapping continued. you opened the window carefully, then spotted eli. this wasn’t uncommon but he never came this late in the night. he stood there staring back at you with puffy eyes, which you hadn’t seen from him in a long time.

“eli? it’s three in the morning” you rubbed your eyes, still trying to wake up to make sense of the situation. “i know, can i come in?” his voice was quiet, just loud enough for you to make out what he said. you nodded, standing to the side allowing him in.

“what’s going on? you look disturbed.” you closed the window behind him, keeping all the cool air inside. he had sat on the edge of your bed, fidgeting with his fingers. “i can't sleep. tried everything” he shrugged your question off, avoiding confrontation. he averted his gaze, refusing to look at you. anything but you. “you can't lie to me. i’ve known you for years.” you took a few steps closer to him, “what’s really going on?” you hummed, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

he looked down contemplating his choice of words or if he should just rip the hoodie off. hesitantly, eli brought his hand up and removed the hood covering what once was his famous mohawk.

instantly you removed your hand from his shoulder to your mouth. a quiet gasp escaped your lips. “eli..my god” you whispered. “when…who..” you hesitated, putting your hand on his shoulder again.

“robby..” his voice breaking as he answered. you were quick to bend down and wrap your arms around him, which is exactly what he wanted. you.

“i’m so sorry.” you hummed softly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. eli could feel tears threatening to fall, he hadn’t been this vulnerable in a very long time. way before he had met you. but now, he never felt more lost. “i just don’t know what to do. or who i am.the mohawk kept the attention away from my scar.” he sniffles, which caused you to pull away and bring a hand to his chin bring his face to meet yours. “eli. you’re eli, you’re hawk. you are the boy i fell in love with. a hairstyle doesn’t define you.” he nodded, wrapping his arms around you again. “just promise you won’t leave me?” he murmured, pressing his head against your stomach.

hearing that only made your heart shatter. “eli..i could never.” you replied. “nothing is gonna happen to us. i promise.” your chin rested on his head, rubbing his back. “can i stay with you tonight? i don’t want to be alone.”

you took a quick glance at the clock, it was now nearing four am. “my parents are out of town for the week. so it’ll be okay. ” he nodded, “if you don’t mind.” you shook your head, finally

“everything will be okay, eli. i promise.” you smiled, reassuring him. “it’ll work out, i’ll be in your corner no matter what.” now, eli was feeling better now that he was holding you. you made all of his worries fade away in an instant. “thank you, y/n. i can always count on you” he shared, pressing a kiss on your temple and drawing circles on your back.

it didn’t take long for the both of you to pass out cold. it had always been the two of you and it will always be the two of you. no matter what obstacles life throws at you.

#eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x y/n #eli moskowitz imagine #hawk x reader #hawk imagine #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai #hawk cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #tory x reader #robby keene x reader #robby keene

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Reader that can emit sounds from their memory(like as an aura)

Walk into a room? Why do I hear boss music

Comedic timing? Fuck yeah.

Bored? Jumpscare noise.

Zhongli talking? Jeopardy theme.

Someone is annoying? Earrape.

Think about it!

Hello! I’m the 12th Harbinger, aka as CHIL- bitch shut the fuck up, WHATS UP ITS YA BOY AQUARIUSSS- /ref

lmao imagine you walking into a room like this in teyvat, with like that audio I SAVE BY GIVING IT CPR- TIGHT AS VIRGIN BOY DONT GET NERVOUS-

(also ill stop apologizing for the late replies to these, bc as we all know by now that im slow and u will get answered eventually i promise tumblr most likely didnt delete u guys asks im just hoarding them LMAO)

I’ve been super busy running in circles so sorry about ghosting! I still very much enjoy and love u guys and love seeing you guys enjoy my stuff :’)

Still cant believe that, but thank you!

JEOPARDY THEME MUSIC WHEN ZHONGLI TALKS

HE’D BE SO CONFUSED

THINKIN HE GOT AN ANCIENT CURSE HE DOESNT KNOW ABT PUT ON HIM OR SMTH BC HE’S ALWAYS BEING STALKED BY THIS SONG-

(tbh unless the person is super observant I dont think most ppl would get that it’s YOU causing this chaos lmao)

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Like I can see Zhongli eventually getting it lol, other ppl I could see after the first few weeks of interacting with you (esp bc you mix it up, honestly it was only bc u kept playing the jeopardy theme over and over when Zhongli ranted on too long that he got it was you 💀):

Heizou (he’s the best detective on all of Inazuma’s islands, ofc he got it! no he will not acknowledge that he totally thought you were hiding a very musical tanuki somewhere on your person at all times lol)

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Alhaitham and Cyno (haitham took like, two hours of walking around town with you and knew, bc he’s a little know-it-all lazy bastard like that, and Cyno is actually just really aware, despite what most ppl think, he’s the General Mahamatra and not just a regular Mahamatra for a reason after all)

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Tighnari (i stg he can like, smell when bullshittery is happening in his vicinity …or... hear?)

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Venti (unsurpringly, he’s totally in love with this power of yours, i mean he definitely loves you cares about you a lot he says, but you’re starting to think he’s just lying to butter you up into pranking Diluc, Barbara, Jean, and really the entirety of Mondstadt more often including Zhongli just so he can laugh until he’s on the ground again, also he definitely once asked you to make a dragon sound that’s the equivalent of shouting FUCK at Dvalin when he was flying overhead one day)

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Hmm

Hm hm hmmmm

Who elseee, i need a characcctterrr lisstttt…

Albedo (duh, he’s albedo, you think he has an entirely too thick folder dedicated to your recent obsessions, you rant a lot about it while playing and also he can access your browsing history 👀, and he somehow doesn't know that about you?? You’re like, literally one of his long-term, there-for-life, has-bought-a-house-for-free-in-his-head-you- arent-even-on-rent-anymore, hyperfixations or special interests. Autistic!Albedo is autistic, Because I Am Your God, And I Say It Is So.)

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Dehya (always knows when its you walking around near her bc you like to listen to your old world’s songs too often when you arent pranking bitches, she actually rlly likes it and your music tastes…)

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HOLY FUCK SPEED RUN BC GOD THERE’S TOO MANY BITCHES WANNA BE YOUR BABY, RIDING AROUND IN A DAMN MERCEDES-

OKAY-

SO not all in the same way or at the same time, or even the same length of time did they realize you literally change background music or some shit so I’ll let you just- you know okay- like you get it- you get it.

Xiao, Kazuha, Kaeya, Diluc, Ayato, Yae Miko, Keqing, Qiqi, Klee, Sara, Kuki, Nahida, Ningguang, Rosaria, Scaramouche/Babygirl, Dainsleif, Kokomi, Xinyan, Yun Jin, Yelan.

Jfc got the whole damn pride flag up here

Anyway everybody else outta luck, at least takes em a month or longer to get it lol

♡

Sorry abt the end there i didnt feel like writing out all those bitches bc the few I did before were already longer than I thought they’d be…

Also, I am posting these spam of drafts (and that old follower 100+ event possession headcanons in prep for the next 2 weeks bc I will be really busy, again :/

Got spring break shenanigans this week, then I’ll be running around like a cat with zoomies bc im getting ready to install/actually submit my artworks for the gallery exhibition!

…wish me luck or prayers or anything good from any god you believe in, I need the strength.

With love, safe travels,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

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