#holy shit that was horrible i’m so tired

[kyhgwts]

summary: ^ (0.8k)

WARNINGS: SMUT! only smut. uncomfortable sex at first, but it gets good i promise. rough sex, soft sex, crying, shy!reader, daddy kink, slight teasing(if you squint) (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Draco) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: Draco x Fem!reader

He was rough, really rough. He told you to say if you didn’t like something but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Sure it felt good, but you felt… scared?

There was too much going on at once, you couldn’t grasp reality and you were panicking.

Draco had no idea, you were moaning because it felt good but you just wouldn’t tell him that you didn’t like it rough.

Your hands spread wide and then closed again, he felt the nervous tick you had. When he leaned up from your neck his world crashed. He stopped immediately.

‘holy shit, baby what’s wrong?’ He was confused as to why you didn’t tell him anything, you were just letting him- god he’s horrible.

‘i- i don’t’ you were out of breath, you pussy clenched at the loss.

‘What happened? hm? got too shy did you?’ he asked, he should have payed attention to your face but his face was smashed into your neck leaving marks.

‘i’m sorry…’ you let out in a broken whisper, he shook his head immediately.

‘hey hey hey, no need to be sorry’ he grabbed your chin turning you to look at him.

‘i- it felt good but i just… got scared i don’t-‘ he listened very closely to your small whispers.

‘ok, ok. Baby girl that’s okay, you don’t have to like it, that’s why i told you to tell me if you didn’t like it, yes?’ he said you nodded your head.

‘i just got nervous’ you say, he nodded.

‘Okay, would you like to stop and do something else or-‘

‘no!’ he’s somewhat taken back by how loud and desperate you let yourself be.

‘no i- can you… um’ you had to pull the courage to ask and he could see the uncomfortable look on your face. You hated asking for stuff.

‘you want it slow?’ you nod slowly, he smiles giving you a quick kiss.

Once he began a new pace you melted into his arms, and he noticed your noises became louder.

He smirked when you grabbed his head full of hair and pulled him down to your neck. It’s crazy what being in a state of pleasure can do to you.

You mumbled out a incoherent sentence of words making him grin.

‘What was that?’ he asked, you whine.

‘i feel-‘ you get cut off when he makes a particular deep thrust that makes you loose your breath.

‘you feel what baby?’ he says, and now you can tell he’s teasing.

‘I feel good’ you whine, he goes wide eyed. You were a shy girl when it came to the aspect of sex, and he’s melting over all the dirty things he’s making you say and do.

‘Yeah? who’s making you feel that way?’ and before he could prepare himself you blurted out something you most likely didn’t mean to.

‘Daddy’ it was barley above a whisper, he groaned at the name shaking his head.

‘you are making it really hard for me to keep it soft with you babygirl’ he said, you moaned pawing at his bare chest.

He continued a steady pace that had him continually hitting a deep spot in you that you hadn’t even known existed. He brought his thumb to your clit rubbing soft circles, making you squirm in his hold.

‘Ah! Draco, i- i’m gonna-‘

‘oh Draco is it now? what happened to daddy?’

Your cheeks turn bright red struggling to face him after you embarrassed yourself completely.

‘don’t be embarrassed sweet girl, i would love to be your daddy’ he grinned biting at your neck.

Your whole body locked in place, then going limp as you came so hard you felt dizzy, eyesight going black for a second.

Draco has never heard you yell so loud, not to mention while moaning.

Your legs shake as he continues his pace, you cry out pulling him down close to you as he pulls out and dumps his seed on you.

‘I love you’ he whispered kissing the side of your face as he collapsed onto you, careful not to crush you.

‘i love you’ you whispered softly, out of breath and tired.

Right when you thought you had fallen asleep you were being picked up into Draco’s arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as your arms wrap around his neck.

‘what-‘ your eyes slowly open and you can tell he’s taking you to the bathroom.

‘i need to take care of you, especially after that.’ he whispers as if he can’t talk in a normal voice.

Never would you have thought Draco Malfoy to be such a sweetie. He made you a bath, washed you off, cleaned your hair and all you had to do was stay limp in his hold.

When you both got out, he helped dry you off putting you in some clean underwear and one of his shirts.

When you laid down on his bed, under the covers as he held you.

You realized how lucky you are.

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[fairsexynasty]

request::

super soft cuddle sex with xavier, tired!reader 😍 omg i cant get over it

𓍯˚˖🕷️★🕸️જ — VIGILANTE, (SHIT.)

˚.🖋️◗ xavier thorpe x vigilante-fem!reader

summary: after a hard night of looking over Nevermore and Jericho, on the prowl for a now-loose Tyler Galpin, you come home to your boyfriend, seeking the best of comfort.

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), pnv (unprotected; assume reader can take care of that by herself), cockwarming, somnophilia, consent given to new kink(?)/non-conciousness, tending to wounds, light angst

a/n: went a bit off the rails after an amazing dream i had where xavier was like mj and i was like peter </3

“Please contain me before I roll my face in shards of glass,” you announce as you walk into Xavier’s dorm. Your shoulders droop down as you lean against his door, posture horrendous. It’s been a long day. Cuts adorn your face, the blood mostly dried up— the Hyde had finally gotten his claws on you. You had countered Tyler in an abandoned house at the edge of town, but things went awry when your powers flipped on you. You were too tired, and you got your ass kicked.

Xavier’s eyes trail down from your face, however, to the stain of crimson soaking through your white tee. “Holy shit, babe, it looks like you went swimming in a pool of it-“ he gets up from the bed and runs over to your slouched frame, picking you up in his arms, and setting you down on his bed.

He dashes to the bathroom, and he says something you can’t quite make out through all his rummaging in the drawers— or maybe you’re loosing a lot of blood.

“What was that?” you sound so weak, it’s pathetic.

“I said,” he comes back into the room, holding a first aid kit and a roll of gauze. “I’m putting you on probation.” You looked at him incredulously.

“Xavi. The Hyde will hurt whoever he’s feeling vengeful against,” You hold his hand, caressing his palm with your thumb. “I can’t let anything happen to anyone, especially you. And if I have to sacrifice some things just to make sure you’re safe, I’m willing to do everything it takes.”

“Squeeze my hand.” Though confused, you squeeze your boyfriend’s hand, albeit weakly. He lets out a wet laugh, tears brimming in his eyes as he quickly turns to get sanitation for your wounds. “You’re not going anywhere, until you have all the strength and help you need. I need— I need you to come back to me in perfect condition for as long as I can,” he croaks out. He turns back to look at you, glistening trails running down his cheeks. “You hear me, Y/N?”

You nod slowly, feeling guilty for making Xavier so worried. The wounds are getting to you, so you close your eyes as Xavier patches you up. Your hand moves to thigh and caresses it throughout the process, letting Xavier know you’re very much conscious.

He wipes at blood and dabs anti-bacterial fluid on your wound with shaky breaths. He feels horrible for you, but at the same time, the way you contract upon contact, the soft groans you let out as his actions, he can’t help but think he needs to take care of you to the fullest of his extent. He needs to taste you so it lingers on his tongue and reminds him you’re there with him.

He clears his throat. “‘M done, baby.”

You open your eyes, giving a soft smile to him. Sitting up, you caress his cheeks and trace the dried paths of his tears. “Thank you. You’re so good to me, Xavi.” You place a kiss upon his lips. Once you pull away, you realize he’s straining in his pants. “You’re such a good boy, Xavi,” you whisper against his mouth before meeting his lips in a more passionate kiss, your teeth catching his bottom lip as he lets out a whimper.

Tongue sliding across his lips, you pull your boyfriend’s chin, allowing you to explore inside his mouth, a wet cavern. With each kiss, your core grows warmer and warmer, accompanied by a wetness pooling in between your thighs.

“Wanna take care of you,” he moans. Leaning over your body, he wraps his arms behind your neck, cradling you. “Please, please let me? Need to feel you, please?”

You nod before you start mouthing at his neck, gnawing at the skin lazily. As you drag your lips down to his collarbone, he lifts your hips to take off your skirt, smoothly sliding it off your legs along with your underwear. His fingers drag along your folds, collecting the slick that drips onto his sheets. He lays on his stomach, bending your legs with his hands as he immediately dives in for a taste of your pussy. His tongue parts your folds, slowly retracting and pushing into your hole. He moans upon you raking your fingers through his hair, your eyes slowly closing when he looks up at you. Immediately, he pulls away, thinking you’ve fallen asleep suddenly.

“Keep going, Xavi,” you mumble. “S’ okay.”

“Okay, baby.” Relieved you’re okay with this still happening, Xavier goes back to nestle his face in your pussy. As he licks at your clit, he begins to rut against the bed. You let out soft whimpers and moans, each getting more and more conscious as you head for your release, then Xavier’s fingers come to rub at your clit, lapping at your folds. You cum, with a soft cry, your abdomen contracting.

“Need to feel me, pretty baby?” you ask Xavier, eyes half-lidded. He nods, bashful and needy. “Go ahead, baby.” You give one final nod, yawning after and closing your eyes for the night. Xavier rids himself of his sweats and boxers. His cock is flushed red and is dripping from the slit. He pumps himself a couple of times before sliding into your entrance with ease, your muscles gone lax. He takes a quick moment to look at you. Beautiful as ever, he knows he’s so lucky to be able to have you come home to him no matter where, and to trust him with something so intimate where you hold no control. He doesn’t bother to fuck into you, but instead bares himself wholly inside of you, then lays to your side, pulling your leg over his own. The warmth of your velvety walls are all he needs to know you’re okay, and you’re here with him in the moment.

#xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe x reader #fairsexynasty

[t0ast-ghost]

So the thing is I wasn’t going to comment on the sixth episode. I just got home from a hella good play and I’m tired so I relax with Star Trek but holy shit

What IS that

With that HELLO and welcome to my first thoughts on the sixth episode (The Enemy Within) of the original Star Trek series

Here we go:

- that is a fucking dog

- IS THAT BLOOD?!? On Star Trek???

- so he got transporter cloned.. WHY IS HIS FACE LIKE THAT THO

- I like the fact it’s told a bit in retrospect, like it starts off with the star date and saying that at the time they didn’t know he got cloned

- MCCOY! His friendliness and then the “I have no sympathy for clumsiness” bro wha

- DONT YELL AT MCCOY

- McCoy not knowing what to do about Jim so he goes to Spock lol

- what the fuck is that fuckin thing, it’s rabid man.

- anytime someone is holding the creature there is literally no reason for them to be holding it. Like Kirk is just holding it and then HANDS IT TO SPOCK.. WHY IS THIS NORMAL NOW

- so do people casually just sit on tables here? First we had McCoy, now Spock. Is it just science/medical officers?

- Vulcan nerve pinch for the win

- POV your boyfriends are deeply concerned for your wellbeing (side note: bones looks so soft in the first pic. He cares so much)

- “you have a point, Spock.” “Yes. Always, doctor” STOP FLIRTING

- “If I seem insensitive to what you are going through, you must understand it’s the way I am.” HE SAYS THIS WITH ALL THE CARE IN THE DAMN WORLD. Spock is the most emotional character I have ever seen

- uh oh the circuits

- nooo Sulu! Do they not have better cold protection?

- YEAH I HOPE YOU’RE IN PAIN FUCKER

- so I think what they’re trying to promote is the idea that there’s the kind and indecisive side and the animalistic “sinful” side that has all the impulses and power to make decisions and together they work so that the former side can calm the latter to be more… civilized?

- “god forbid I have to agree with Spock” they’re married and you cannot convince me otherwise

- was that dog okay? Like it was really fuckin angry at something

- HES DEAD JIM MOMENT! WE HAVE A HES DEAD JIM MOMENT

- “for once I agree with you, doctor” THEY ARE MARRIED

- Spock is so riled up rn (every time he shows emotion I’m commenting on it because I think he is so so emotional but then his whole thing is he isn’t)

- SPOCK YOUR LOGIC ISNT LOGICING (having a human half and Vulcan half I think is a bit different than literally being split into two people, but what do I know)

- they are literally the angel and devil on his shoulder, but married, and also in love with him

- what no no bring Sulu back. That was such a good delivery of lines I am so

- this episode shows the power imbalance between Kirk and Janice and that messaging could be more powerful if they really wanted. Like showing how Janice felt forced to say she was okay with it and wouldn’t tell anyone because it was the captain I feel was a big step to take in the 60s (because it was rarely if ever talked about especially on tv) but it still wasn’t enough and was treated horribly in the end. They brush off her experience and also let Kirk be near her which is not okay. I know they wouldn’t but I wish they’d actually addressed the fact that Kirk can pretty much get away with anything and the crew wouldn’t/couldn’t stop him unless they deem it truly necessary (which would be way to far)

- I think the Kirk stuff could be more impactful

- some of those close ups on Kirk are crazy

- Bones is so damn worried about him in the transporter room

- SPOCK IS STRESSED AND HE HESITATES

- “the imposters back where he belongs, forget him” but isn’t the thing is that he is you? Like he’s still there and apart of you, Kirk

Okay, that’s episode six. I don’t have much more to say about this episode.

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[offbrandkyoya]

76 Therefore, you and me

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Scaramouche is so tired.

Tired from all the performing, the yelling, the music, everything. He sees that you left him a message and he lights up a little but the joy goes away. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want it to turn out this way.

He should be asleep but what you said haunts his mind. Scaramouche lays there on his bed, feeling empty. His eyes are red from all the crying. He feels like such an idiot. He’s been so busy with the tour that he neglected your needs. Scaramouche missed you too but he never showed it. Scaramouche wants to strangle himself to death. He really is a horrible boyfriend.

You sniffle as you continue to lie in bed, covers over your entire body. You didn’t feel like doing anything. Lumine had come over and apologized for what she said to you but you told her that she had nothing to be sorry for. Lumine gave you a wake up call that you desperately needed. She left you some cookies to make you feel better and it did. You ate a few before lying back in bed again.

You sniffle again and snuggle into your pillow. It seems that you weren’t going to show Scaramouche your painting after all. Suddenly, you here a buzzer. You didn’t want to get up but after the second buzz, you did. You wrapped your blanket around your shoulders and headed to the living room area. You press the intercom, “Who is it?” “Thoma.” You raise a brow, “How’d you get in?” “His good looks.” Albedos voice chimes in. You press the button, “You guys can come up.”

You wipe your eyes before unlocking the door. You hear footsteps and open the door. Your friends instantly pull you in a hug and causing you to burst out crying. “There there.” Thoma says and the boys soothe you for who knows how long. You felt like you were crying for an eternity honestly.

The three of you pull away after a while and you wipe your tears with a sniffle. “What’re you guys doing here?” “We’re worried about you.” Albedo responds and you frown. “Don’t be. I’m fine.” “Clearly.” He says, sarcastically. You pout then sigh. “I don’t know what I’m doing..” “What do you mean?” Thoma asks. “I don’t know. Maybe telling Scaramouche how I feel wasn’t the right thing to do. I probably ruined our relationship…” The boys look at each other.

Albedo pats your shoulder. “Yn, I’m sure you didn’t ruin anything. What’s important in a relationship is communication and that’s what you did.” “But-“ “Yn, love is a complicated thing. You want to be with them forever and ever and get married, have kids, grow old, and die. It isn’t always easy and there will be bumps along the road. You guys are new at relationships and are going through a bump right now but it’ll be over soon. Scaramouche loves you and you love him. You guys are going to be okay and will get through this together.”

Your lip trembles and you go to hug him. Thoma watches you two with a smile. You rub your cheek against his with tears. “You guys are so sweet.” You let go. “I’m sorry for leaving you guys alone.” “It’s okay.” Thoma says, “You matter most than what we’re doing.” “Thoma, you really are a perfect guy.” The blonde blushes a little.

You walk to your couch to sit down. “I hope Scaramouche is doing okay.” Albedo sits next to you. “He’ll be fine.” Then, Thoma sits at your other side. “You know what’ll make you feel better?” “What?” You tilt your head and he rummages through his pockets, taking out three tickets. “3 tickets to the 5WIRL tour.” You and Albedo gasp and you yank the tickets out of your friends hands. “Holy shit Thoma! How’d you get these?! They’re so expensive!”

“I have a lot of money saved up thanks to working a lot.” You frown at him. “Thoma, you shouldn’t have! I’ll pay you back!” He laughs while shaking his head. “It’s fine, Yn! I did this because I love you.” You tear up again and tackle him in a hug. “You’re the best Thoma!” Albedo grabs the tickets and examines it. “Who’s the third one for?” Thoma looks at him with a chuckle. “Um, you? Who else?” Albedo blushes. “R-Really? I haven’t really known you guys for long so I thought-“ You let go of Thoma and place a hand on Albedos shoulder. “Don’t be so negative. You’re our friend, Albedo! Of course you’re coming with us!”

Albedo blushed even more. “I-I don’t know..aren’t DCKZ going to be there?” “So?” Thoma clears his throat. “Well, they’re in the area. We’re just going to see 5WIRL.” You nod in agreement. “I see…” Albedo feels his stomach flip flop but he puts on a smile. “I can’t wait.” You grin, “That’s the spirit!” You take out your phone and take a picture of your ticket. “I can’t believe this is happening!” Suddenly, your smile fell a little. “I hope it isn’t awkward when I see Scaramouche.” You shake your head then stand up which causes your blanket to fall off your shoulders.

“I’m going to do my best!” You turn to Albedo with a smirk, “Do you perhaps have a canvas I can borrow?” He blinks before grinning with a nod. You jump, “Before I see my friends and boyfriend, I’m going to finish this painting once and for all!” “Can you?” Thoma asks and you raise a finger, “Never underestimate an artists mind, Thoma.” You tell him and he laughs. “With that, I need you guys out. Im going to work hard!”

Albedo stands up. “What about your canvas?” “Oh yeah. I do need that but after that, leave!” You raise a fist. “Yes captain.”

- guys I have naur idea how apartment work

- I mean I do because my godparents used to live in one but

- I forgor and that was a long time ago 😭

- um anyways I finished Scott pilgrim takes off 😸

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[ladykailitha]

Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 14

Steve to the rescue again. Eddie is having a horrible week.

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*

When Steve came home that night, Robin was waiting for him on their couch.

“Hey, Robs,” he greeted warmly. “How was work?”

“Crystal is working out great, he’s got flare,” she said with a grin. “Like you, but different. He had us in stitches during clean up.”

Steve smiled. “I’ll miss you guys.”

Robin’s grin slid into something more dear. “Me too. But I get why you want to get the hell out of Dodge.”

Steve went to the fridge to get them a couple of sodas. When you can get your booze for free, you tend to have other kinds drinks around the house instead.

He handed her one and flopped down next her. “I talked to Mrs Byers and I’m pretty sure I’m going to ace the class. So guess who is graduating, baby?”

Robin squealed. “Yes! I guess Eddie was your lucky charm.”

Steve blushed.

“I didn’t see your painting when I came home,” she said slyly. “Is there a reason you didn’t bring it home?”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Shit! I left in the car!” He scrambled out the door and was back in under a minute panting.

“Thank fuck it wasn’t too hot today,” he said between breathes. “Otherwise I would have started bawling.”

Robin held out grabby hands. “I want to see!”

Steve turned it around and handed the canvas to her.

“Holy shit, Steve!” she whispered. “This is really good. Like art gallery good.”

He blushed. “It’s just an assignment. It isn’t a big deal.”

“Like hell it isn’t,” she gushed. “You should submit this to the art show for graduating seniors.”

Steve opened his mouth for some excuse, but he didn’t have any. Not really. “Yeah. I’ll let Mrs Byers know.”

Robin handed the painting back and he set gently to the side.

“So what did you and Eddie do...?” she asked with a wink and then her face twisted. “If you had sex I don’t want to know that. Ew.”

Steve laughed. “How did you know I was with Eddie?”

She rolled her eyes. “Because there is no one else that you would play hooky for other than me and I since I worked, the only logical conclusion was Eddie.”

Steve’s face was nearly split in two by the grin that comment induced. “Fair enough. He had a nasty ex show up after class today and it really shook him up.”

Robin pushed his shoulder. “Fuck, dingus. You don’t know how to play fair, do you? I can’t make fun of something like that. Bastard.”

He huffed out a small laugh. “And then he wanted me to listen to some of the songs he’d been writing.”

She giggled and clapped her hands. “Anymore of them about you?”

Steve shook his head. “At least none of the ones he played for me sounded like they were about me. Not like the last one.”

Robin sighed. “Maybe they’re love songs and he’s not ready for you to hear him declare his undying love for you yet.”

He blushed. “He just so amazing, Robs. He deserves every good thing in this world and he just can’t seem to get there. And it’s pissing me off.”

“I know, sweetie,” she said. “I know.”

*

Steve and Robin walked out of their apartment the next day to see a bunch of guys surrounding Eddie.

“Call 911,” he hissed. “I’ll try to keep them busy until the cops arrive.”

Robin’s eyes were wide, but she nodded bravely.

Steve strolled toward the group with a goofy smile on his face. “Hey there, boys. I don’t think I’ve seen you guys around here before.”

The ring leader was a tall, broad-shouldered, good looking man with blond hair. The kind of person Steve would have hung out with in high school. But this was long past that.

They all turned to him and a chill went down Steve’s spine. Some of them had baseball bats and one of the had a tire iron.

And Eddie was in the middle looking terrified.

“Just keep walking,” the ringleader sneered. “We’ve got some business with the Freak here.”

The name sent a second, more dangerous chill down Steve’s spine. The Freak was what they called Eddie in high school. Because he was always out, loud, and proud and made sure it was everyone’s problem.

And then it hit him. He knew who the ringleader was. Fuck.

“Jason Carver, right?” Steve asked, goofy smile still plastered to his face.

Jason was a year behind Steve in high school at a rival school. Dude was so good he had made basketball team captain his junior year.

The ringleader turned further from Eddie to take a better look at Steve.

“Holy fuck!” Jason cursed. “Steve Harrington!”

Steve’s smile turned into a feral grin. “Oh good, you do remember me. And you’ll know that I’m famous for stopping what you’re about to do.”

“Steve!” Robin cried. “Catch!”

Steve’s hand came up and when it came back down everyone was staring at the bat now in his grasp. The top of it had been decorated with nails.

“I take this to Pride every year,” Steve said casually, like he was talking about the weather. “It’s my anti-homophobe bat. It’s a great deterrent for assholes like you.”

He twirled it around, warming up his wrist. “So are you going to walk away or are you boys going to be introduced to Hela?”

Jason looked at his friends and then back at Steve. “There are five of us and only one of you, you really think you can take all of us?”

Steve smiled warmly. “Of course not, I just have to keep you busy until the cops show up.”

Jason’s friends started to mutter to themselves.

Jason scoffed. “You didn’t have time to call the cops.”

Steve batted his eyelashes innocently at Jason. “I’ve never said I did. Robin called them while we were talking.”

They started to look at each other worryingly.

“And if I know Eddie,” Steve continued, “he’s hit the emergency button on his cell phone so that the cops have a recording you threatening to jump me with your buddies.”

Jason sneered. “I think you’re bluffing.” His friends didn’t look convinced.

“Hey, man,” one of the said, putting a hand on Jason’s arm, “if they did call the cops we need to get out of here.”

“Pussy,” Jason sneered, pulling away from him and grabbing the tire iron from him. “I’ll handle this myself.”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “I’m going so wreck that pretty face of yours Carver.”

Jason snarled like a cornered animal, full of rage and fear. He leapt forward swinging the iron like a club, all brute force and no finesse.

Steve loosened the muscles in his neck as Jason swung wildly passed where Steve had been previously, having stepped deftly to the side.

“That’s not the way you swing, you moron,” he heckled. “Maybe you should have taken some baseball with your basketball like I did.” Steve swung and tapped the back of Jason’s jacket. Not hard enough to actually hurt him, but enough that Jason stumbled as he was off balance because of his swing.

Jason fought to stay on his feet, but managed to whirl around to face Steve.

“You want to try again?” Steve asked, brightly.

Jason charged at him again and again Steve side stepped him, tapping him on the back as he passed.

Then there was the bee-whoop of a cop car pulling up. The four other guys pushed at each other in panic as they tried to run. But they ran straight into the arms of the waiting officers.

“Just put down the weapons, boys,” a big burly man said into his megaphone.

Steve laughed. “I’d love to, Chief Hopper. But I’mma gonna wait until he puts his down first.”

Hopper sighed so loud Steve could hear it without it being amplified by the megaphone.

“Harrington, I should have known,” Hopper croaked into the megaphone. “You! The other one.” Jason turned to him in shock at being called ‘the other one’. “I’d best be putting that tire iron down, before Steve decides you’re not worth the effort and flattens your face right quick.”

Jason looked back at Steve and then to Hopper. He slowly put the iron down. Steve did the same to his bat and kicked it behind him, where Robin ran to pick it up.

Jason held up his hands and slowly stood up. One of the deputies came running up and handcuffed him.

“You’re going to pay for this, Munson!” Jason snarled.

Eddie waved from where he was at Robin’s side, having dashed over there while the idiots were watching Jason and Steve fight.

They had to call Diamond and let him know they would be late. Eddie tried to call Joyce, but Hopper put a hand over his phone and gently lowered it.

“I’ve already let her know, son,” Hopper told him. “She says she’ll cancel classes for the rest of the week, if you need.”

Eddie shook his head. “Jus–just for today.”

Hopper nodded. “You take care, all y’all.”

Once their statements had been taken and they were allowed to leave, Steve put his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “If you need me to call in again, I will.”

Eddie shook his head. “You still need to pay rent, Stevie. I’ll hang out with Uncle Wayne today.”

Steve grinned. “Good plan, nothing beats a tire iron like a mechanic’s wrench.”

Eddie grinned back. “I like the way you think, sweetheart.”

Steve pushed his shoulder. “Go on. Some of us have to work for our living.”

Eddie laughed and walked to his van, Steve shaking his head as he watched him go.

Part 15  Part 16  Part 17 Epilogue

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[mueritos]

As someone who’s been through multiple therapists and psychs, you’re super not wrong about these people bringing their biases to the table. I’m lucky enough that I

1. Was an older teenager

2. Had friends who had had decent mental health help already

3. Already kinda suspected the shapes of what was “wrong with me” and

4. Had an innate sense of “no that seems like bullshit” before I went in with these people.

The first therapist I ever saw met me as a 17 year old alt girl, and when I tried to talk to her about thinking I had anxiety issues she cut me off before I was done explaining and told me I was self diagnosing, that was causing my problem, and we wouldn’t “entertain THAT” any further.

The second therapist I ever saw met me as a 18 year old trans guy, pre-everything, during the pandemic. She listened, but she had no experience with the trans community and I had to teach her everything about anything I wanted to talk about with regards to that. She was nice, but she couldn’t help me. She didn’t know how.

The third therapist I ever saw met me as a 21 year old young man. She figured I had everything sorted out already. I didn’t. She never tried to change her mind or delve deeper. At this point I couldn’t afford to waste my time, so I asked to be recommended to a psych and she said sure. After that we didn’t talk.

The first psych I went to was very kind, and absolutely did not do his due diligence. I came in with a shiny recommendation from a therapist (that he didn’t verify), so he all but handed me the medication with no explanation and I only ever spoke to him over the phone after that. It was a low barrier to entry but the medication wasn’t right and I didn’t know I had other options. He made it seem like I didn’t.

The psych I’m seeing now put me on a medication that reacted poorly with my inhaler because she didn’t cross check if they would be any drug interactions. I came back and asked for a different medication. She was going to put me on a different one, and then I asked her to check if there were any interactions with this one. Turns out there were severe ones. I ended up going with a different medication, it seems to be working. It would probably work better with help from a therapist, but I don’t have the time or money for that right now. And quite frankly I’m tired of trying to convince people to help me when I have to explain what I think is wrong with me for them to listen. Only for them to decide that I’ve already figured it all out and they don’t need to try.

So uh. Yeah. Lots and lots of stories from me and my friends about clinicians of all age and experience ranges that go from horror stories to just disappointing and unhelpful. Some of these people had been practicing for 20-30 years and they STILL weren’t any better at empathy or not being horribly biased.

first of all holy shit it really fucking sucks you had to go through all of these terrible experiences while accessing care you deserve and need. i'm not surprised these terrible interactions happened, and I can't even be disappointed considering the bar of standards is in hell. The "better" experiences a lot of folks have with clinicians align with your second therapist. They are clinicians who just genuinely have no worldview outside of their own, but are receptive to new information...they just have no drive to learn how to apply new frameworks of ways of thinking to expand their worldview and guide their clients. The worst is literal malpractice, ableism, and violence against clients.

a lot of people who go into the mental health field don't actually have the skills related to active listening, empathy, or curiosity based out of humanity. I say this to a lot of people in the social work program, but social work is the same pipeline as mean girls who go into nursing--it's just full of the girls who were not smart enough to go into nursing that decide to go into social work. Same breed of mean girl seeking power over others, just different contexts of public service.

the only hope i have is in the new generations of mental health clinicians who are BIPOC/queer, anti-carceral, disabled themselves, and who are mentally ill as well. I feel more solidarity with my neurodivergent peers in my program who can barely finish an assignment on time than I do with the white women who have never experience hardship in their lives. Not to say neither of these people can't experience easy or hard times in their lives but man....seeing the roadblocks in some of these people's worldviews, empathy, or conceptualizations of other people's struggles is fucked up.

the mental health field is just another medicalized, over-policed, and racist institution that wants to shove people back into the workforce ASAP. we are in hell!! but just know there ARE people and groups and orgs out there that are dedicated to radical work and will name all the hypocrisy, pain, and oppression that exists in working in this field.

thank you tho for sharing your experience and input. I can only hope that your experiences moving forward are positive and liberating for you <3

#muertoresponds #like brother we are in hell! #my last therapist is a zionist so yea we are literally in hell #there are really cool and awesome clinicians out there tho #it feels so freeing to openly talk about palestine with my therapist and shes like yea fuck zionists! #there are people out there dedicated to being safe and radical people #godspeed to anyone else in the social work field or who is training to be one #im trying to get my degree my license (maybe) and just fuck off #i only want to work independently or in higher ed

[firecrackerhh]

I’m so fucking tired of hearing people bitch that Viv’s shows are bad queer rep or something like I’m sorry, do you think every LGBT+ person or minority is fucking incapable of doing bad things? Do you think they are immune from doing bad things purely off their minority status?

Stop putting minorities, sexual or otherwise on fucking pedestals. Not every fucking queer person is a fucking uwu soft baby who just needs a hug or whatever.

Queer people do bad things, BIPOC do bad things. You know why?

Because they are human, and thus they are just as capable of being a fucking piece of shit as anyone else.

And those kinds of people deserve representation too! Stop being a whiny bitch cus the show isn’t representing you specifically or whatever.

Ngl if anything I think that’s kinda fucking offensive tbh like holy shit, just because you’re obviously a whiny fucking baby with the emotional maturity of a fucking 7 year old at best doesn’t mean every other LGBT person is as sensitive as you. Get over it.

To essentially imply that certain human beings are incapable of making bad decisions purely off of their minority status is fucking infantilizing and it’s fucking gross. Fuck you.

Plenty of LGBTQ people like Viv’s stuff, if you don’t like it, whatever, but claiming it’s bad queer rep, likely because you’re so terrified of conservatives that you don’t want to “rock the boat” as it were, if you think such rep shouldn’t exist because of the inevitable conservative backlash or whatever, you’re a fucking coward and I don’t respect you.

Newsflash, conservatives want you dead no matter what. It doesn’t matter if you’re the “good gay” they still hate you! They still want you to suffer for your “sin.” Whether intentional or otherwise, using their talking points is fucking disgusting. Do you have any fucking respect for yourself?

Putting people on pedestals, thinking they can do no wrong ever, is fucking delusional. Get your fucking head out of your ass and realize that human beings come in all shapes and sizes. Bad queers and BIPOC exist and showing the messy parts of their lives in media isn’t fucking “bad” queer or BIPOC rep just because you don’t relate to it.

So fucking entitled, so bratty, go watch The Owl House or some bullshit if you want squeaky clean LGBT rep.

Take your whiny bratty bullshit and fucking shove it up your ass you disgustingly pathetic crybabies. You spineless cowards.

LGBT and BIPOC folks deserve to have their stories told, even if they aren’t squeaky clean or family friendly. If you think otherwise you’re fucking retarded, sorry not sorry.

Never mind the fact that the point of Hazbin Hotel specifically is about redeeming people that have done horrible shit. If you see their bad actions and immediately think “bad queer rep” without taking into account the whole point of the fucking show is watching these terrible people become better, then I don’t know what to tell you. I think your brain is fucking broken.

Perhaps these people get so mad because they don’t believe in redemption, that any mistake you made is a stain on your character permanently. I wonder what skeletons they must hide if that’s the case…

Viv is not your enemy. And the fact you act like she is shows just how fucking retarded you actually are. These people don’t even know who their real enemies are, it’s fucking pathetic.

🧨🔥~Firecracker out~🧨🔥

#hazbin hotel #tis i the werebitch #helluva boss #vivziepop #just some thoughts that have been brewing in my head for a long while

[saratinz]

Maneater (Chapter 4)

pairing ➩ Ex!Bucky Barnes x Promiscuous!Reader (College AU)

series warnings ➩ drinking, asshole!Bucky, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, love triangle, smut, slut shaming, cursing

chapter warnings ➩ drinking, cursing, slut shaming, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk

synopsis ➩ Y/n fucks up, again.

word count ➩ 1.9k

a/n ➩ this is the first time I have ever written smut

How could he not have told you that he was a virgin? Oh my god, you just fucked a virgin. It was his first time and you wouldn’t have been so rough if you would have known. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. “Y/n?” Steve interrupts your breakdown.

“I have to go.” He doesn’t stop you as you get dressed and practically run out of his apartment. When you get outside, you almost vomit. How could he do that to you?

After going on a fifteen minute walk heading in no particular direction, you spot your escape, Thor’s frat. You make your way inside, smiling as you hear the comforting sound of horrible pop music and drunken shenanigans. A few minutes and five shots later, you spot Thor and wave him over. He stops talking to his friend and makes his way to you. With very minimal thinking, you grab his neck and push your tongue into his mouth. He gladly reciprocates, and for a single uninterrupted minute, you forget about everything. It’s pure bliss, that is until you hear a familiar voice, Bucky, and feel as he drags you down the frat’s hallway.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, James?” You ask, poison laced in your tone. Maybe kissing Thor wasn’t the best way to deal with your uncomfortable emotions, but it was helping goddamnit. He leads you to an empty room, and makes quick work of closing and locking the door.

“No, what the fuck do you think you’re doing, Y/n? You are just so frustrating. You can’t just run away and sabotage something because you’re bored or scared or whatever.”

“He didn’t tell me he was a virgin. He waited until after the sex to tell me that very vital piece of information. I’m freaking the fuck out.”

“God, so you found the best guy on campus and couldn’t handle that he waited for someone he really liked. And for some odd reason it’s you, so you make a scene, doing what you always do.”

“And what’s that, James?”

“You go and whore yourself out.” You gasp out of pure shock. Unfortunately, the degradation goes straight to your core. You sick fuck. Why must the most fucked up insults make you horny? Whatever, you’re still furious.

“Says the biggest whore of them all, are you forgetting what you did to me?”

“Oh boohoo, poor Y/n, still heartbroken after two years of drinking and fucking everyone.” This man has got a real big ego. All you want to do right now is crush it. You want to crush him.

“Oh you really think I have feelings for you. You’re truly self-obsessed, holy shit.”

“No, sweetie, I just know things. I know that you don’t deserve Steve, you are a piece of trash that everybody is fucking tired of.” He starts walking towards you, and he doesn’t stop until your back hits the locked door. His hands rest on the piece of wood, on either side of your head. Are you really getting off on this? “People like us, we deserve the worst. At least I know that though, you’re out here thinking you’re worth something. You’re just a…” You cut him off by putting your lips on his. It takes a couple seconds before he starts to kiss you back. Once he gets going though, he is as rough with his mouth as he was with his words. Without even a simple warning, he sticks his tongue down your throat. After another brief period of bliss, he removes himself from your mouth and pushes up the hem of your dress, revealing your lacy thong. You let out a whimper as he moves his head down to your neck, sucking bruises into your soft skin. 

“Fuck, what are you, 15? Steve’s gonna see these.” 

“Are you really thinking about him, right now.” He asks possessively. “Whatever, let Steve know the real you. The pathetic slut that everyone, except him, sees. I’ll make sure he notices how you walk all funny, make sure he knows someone fucked you better than he ever could. Because whores like you are never satisfied with what the nice guy has to offer. No, you need to be ruined to feel good.” You don’t even bother talking back, knowing the more you fight, the longer it will take to get him inside you. And right now, you need him. “You want me to fuck you nice and hard?” He asks, anxiously waiting for your consent.

“Yes, Bucky.” As soon as you say it, he hooks his arms around your thighs and lifts you up. You finally reconnected your lips in a passionate fight for control. He wins of course, but you gave it a shot. He moves backwards toward the bed, never disengaging from your swollen lips. When his knees hit the frame, he sits down with you straddling him. His hands land on your hips, grinding you against his clothed erection. He grasps your dress once more, pulling it all the way over your head this time.

“Fuck, forgot about these perfect tits of yours.” You’re a moaning mess as he leans down to suck more hickeys, this time on your chest. “You remember who you belong to, baby?” You don’t plan on playing his game, but he forces out a ‘you , only you’  when he slaps your thigh harshly. “That’s right sweetheart, you can go out and hook up with any random douchebag, but you will always be my perfect little slut.” You are soaked from his filthy words. Finally, he takes his shirt off and allows you to caress his muscles that you missed so dearly. He rips your panties apart forcefully, and lifts you up to turn around and toss you on your back. His hands pull you forward until you’re right at the edge of the bed. You almost die seeing him get on his knees for you. He pushes two fingers inside your starving cunt. You moan loudly as he sets a brutal pace, brushing your g-spot with ease every single time he enters you.

“Fuck you’re dripping. What a fucking whore. Getting this wet from me calling you all sorts of nasty names.” He states, almost impressed with himself for getting you ready so fast. “You’re going to be a good girl and cum on my tongue.” With that, he licks your clit. His mouth brings you to heaven, just like how it used to. He’s giving you the best head of your life, but you’re so needy all you can think about is his cock. 

“Buck, wan’ you inside me,” You whine. He sucks on your clit one last time before he disconnects his tongue and fingers. He stares directly into your eyes as he puts his digits in his mouth and sucks off all of your juices. He looks like an Adonis as he stands above you. In a matter of seconds his joggers and boxers are off, and you’re flipped onto your hands and knees. 

He slides his length along your slit. “I told you to cum on my tongue, didn’t I?” He slaps his hand across your ass. You cry out, mumbling incoherently, waiting to get spanked, used, or anything Bucky wants, because right now, in this moment, you are truly his. Finally, he enters your tight heat. You don’t even realize you’re crying because your pussy is filled to the brim. Once you adjust to his length, the man behind you shows no mercy, pushing in and out of you like his life depends on it. You’re screaming from the penetration, so Bucky grabs your throat. “You don’t want the party to hear your pathetic cries, do you?” You tighten around him. “Oh my god, you do. You want everyone to know you belong to me, that this sweet cunt is getting ruined by the guy you hate, don’t ya?” 

“Please, can I cum?” You’re sobbing and so weak you fall to your elbows.

“Yes, sweetheart, go all dumb on my dick.” You let yourself release, the intensity of your orgasm is like nothing you have ever felt before. “That’s right baby, yep, cum on my cock.” He keeps fucking you, the overstimulation delicious and brutal at the same time. “I’m gonna fuck you brainless.” You cry out and turn onto your back when he pulls out. Quickly, you find yourself in the same position as you were with Steve, just half an hour ago. Except this time you’re not in control, Bucky is ruthlessly rutting his hips into yours from below. Your hands find purchase on his chest. 

“Are you gonna let me fill you up?” All you can manage is a pathetic ‘yes’ , he grunts at your response. “Alright doll, I’m so close.” 

“Cum f’me Bucky.” You push him over the edge, and he paints your walls white. You can’t even pull him out of you before you collapse on top of him, heavy breathing apparent as tears start to fill your eyes once again. 

“It’s okay doll, I’m right here.” He holds you tight, not daring to let go and leave you again.

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What the fuck did you just do? Your breathing heavy beside the man who took your virginity all those years ago. Suddenly, you feel very sober. “This was a mistake.”

“Want me to walk you home?” 

“Umm, sure.” After a few minutes, the two of you are dressed and ready to go on the most awkward trek that either of you would ever experience. You two walk in complete silence, hoping that saying nothing will say everything to the other. Hoping the quiet will tell the other that this was a one time thing, and it will never ever happen again. You need to clear some things up though.

“Y’know, I don’t think I deserve Steve either, but he likes me. Im not going to keep fucking myself over. I may not be perfect, I may step on a few toes, but at least I try. I’m a decent person, you’re just an asshole. You really got what you deserved with Natasha.” He stays silent. 

After an agonizing five minutes, you finally find yourselves at home. Without a single word, you walk into Steve’s room. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I really fucked up. Can you please give me another chance?”

“It’s okay, Steve. I overreacted. Just the idea of ruining your first time was something I couldn’t deal with at first.”

“Just so you know, I will never regret what we did. I really like you,” he lowers his voice, “And I really like having sex with you.” You couldn’t be more relieved. Knowing how he feels was exactly what you needed. 

“Steve I have to tell you something.” You are prepared to give him the news of your shameful night with his best friend, but you can’t bring yourself to say it, because you know it will break his heart. “I really like you too.” He envelopes you in his arms, bringing warmth to what has recently felt like a cold, dead heart. You pull back slightly, getting on your tip-toes to give him a peck. You figure the guilt will slowly fade, and you allow yourself to lay beside the man you just withheld the truth from.

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[ghostwise]

touch prompt 13 for your ship of choice!

13. on a falling tear tags: shadowheart/tav, religion, cleric of kelemvor, cleric of shar, hurt/comfort

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It’s late, and she’s cried long and hard enough to give herself a headache thrice over. The bed she’s laying in feels more like a coffin; opulence covered in so much dust and death, but after that battle, they needed beds, and Ketheric Thorme’s fortress had plenty.

And yet, they are alive.

It is nothing short of a miracle.

Zirahuén faced Myrkul head-on, and the Lord of Bones lost.

Does this mean something? The Reaper vanquished by Death’s noble defender? Shadowheart recalls the sight of her, shoulders squared, spear aloft before that hollow skull... one almost believes in things like Truth, and Life, and Justice.

Almost.

The pain in her hand flares, sending a white hot bolt up her wrist and all the way to her shoulder. She never expects it when it comes. Her body seizes up, the pain chiding her. It seems to say to her: No home will welcome you. No warm places will find you. That is the truth, betrayer.

Horrible, what a person can withstand.

Shadowheart buries her face into the pillow. The beadwork covering it scratches at her cheeks, but she scarcely notices. Nor does she move when the heavy oak door creaks open, and a delicate weight alights at the foot of the bed.

“Hey.”

Zirahuén’s voice comes in a soft murmur. Shadowheart looks at her.

Claid in a cream-colored tunic and black leggings, she has washed off every last bit of viscera and dirt, but the marks of exhaustion are still visible upon her. Zirahuen’s deep, brown eyes are lined in tension. She’s tired.

“May I keep you company for a while?” she asks, and faced with such a request, Shadowheart is helpless.

“Pillows are a bit shit,” she says as she makes room.

“Hospitable as the man himself,” Zirahuén agrees as she settles in. “How-?”

“Don’t. You know what happens when you ask me that.”

Shadowheart buries her face in Zirahuén’s shoulder. Zirahuén’s arms settle around her. Her tail curves over her hips. Their legs entangle. They’ve learned well how they fit together. This is familiar, when nothing else is.

“It's going to be alright,” Zirahuén whispers, and Shadowheart lets out a frustrated breath.

“You want me to cry.”

“A little catharsis can do wonders.”

“Believe me, there aren’t enough tears that could make this any easier.”

“Easy? No,” Zirahuén says. “This was never going to be easy, love. But I am sorry.”

Damn her. Zirahuén is the easiest person to believe. Shadowheart can be taken by her words and lifted—all too easily at that—but then again, she has always been a holy woman, and now without a goddess to attend to, what else is that faith supposed to do? Where does it all go? She wants to believe something. Her mind misses being so sure, so devoted.

A week ago she would have killed for Shar without question. A week ago, she planned to.

How and when was her belief so thoroughly eroded? And if that was impermanent, what of the rest of her heart and its convictions?

What of Zirahuen’s brown eyes?

Shadowheart is crying again before she realizes it. Zirahuén only embraces her more tightly, and buries her face into her dark hair. “I’m here,” she whispers.

“Why?” is all Shadowheart can muster.

“You know as well as I, there is not always a reason why things happen-”

“No,” Shadowheart interrupts. “Why are you still here with me?”

Tearful, she pulls away, and Zirahuén watches her with only concern in her brown eyes.

“I’ve proved—so changeable. Everything I ever claimed to be or believed to be true was false! At best I can claim ignorance. At worst, I am a liar and fickle as the moon—”

“Shadowheart, no one thinks that of you,” Zirahuén tells her earnestly. “You did something admirable. Our victory would have been impossible without you.”

“Silver linings,” Shadowheart says bitterly. “And believe me, I am glad for my deficits if they led to you being alive and well. But face facts, Zirahuén: I lived my whole life devoted to Shar, and threw it away in an instant. What’s left if I so easily threw away my whole identity? Who’s to say I won’t do this again? To our allies? To you?”

At this, Zirahuén looks very serious. She purses her lips and her brow furrows as she gives Shadowheart a look that is so engaging, so exacting, Shadowheart almost wants to turn away. Another tear spills down her cheek as she meets Zirahuén’s gaze.

“You,” Zirahuén says very slowly and carefully, “were deceived.”

Shame floods Shadowheart’s belly, settling into a dull ache. Then her hand fires off another stab of pain. She grimaces. Looks down at the tear-stained quilt beneath them.

“I can understand it’s difficult to admit. But Shadowheart, you were lied to. Manipulated. And gods know what else. You were a child. And yet… they failed, didn’t they?” She carefully sets a hand to Shadowheart’s cheek, and when she leans into her touch, brushes her thumb over her skin, wiping off a fresh tear.

“Do you know what is left, now you have thrown away the lies they tried to hammer into you? I will tell you, from my perspective: A woman of exceeding conviction, tenacity, and bravery. Tell me, do you want to return to Shar? Beg for forgiveness, and be brought back to her side?”

Shadowheart finds that she is trembling. Her heart hammers in her chest, but she already knows the answer. “No,” she says, voice scarcely above a whisper. “Never.”

Zirahuén gives her a small—proud—smile.

Shadowheart is not sure if she can bring herself to agree with Zirahuén, but she does believe her. Faith is like that. Perhaps she will never make sense of this, but something within her says it’s the effort that’s worth pursuing.

“Who will I pray to now?” she mumbles suddenly, a rhetorical question, yet Zirahuén answers with an unexpected kiss to her forehead.

“How about yourself? The Self is the beginning of any meaningful worship, after all.”

Shadowheart crowds onto Zirahuén’s pillow, and curls up against her once more. “I will consider it,” she says. “Thank you, Zirahuén… for being here while I’m at my worst.”

She smells of orchids under a new moon. Forgotten pantheons hide in her brown eyes. There is so much yet to be done, and no guarantee of success or even survival. Yet, Zirahuén cradles her head, and holds her like she’s worth holding onto.

This makes all the difference.

#rinnywrites #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #shadowheart #shadowheart x tav #cleric of kelemvor #oc: zirahuén #the girls are going through itttttt #this needs polishing but for now let's just be happy it's done #thanks for the prompt <333

[littlemissprettyprincess]

Remember guys, WE ALL CAN DO IT!

I know a lot of us come from really difficult situations such as abusive parents, toxic friends who have hurt us, difficult school/college life with bad grades, abusive ex boyfriends/girlfriends who have done horrible things to us, some of us been scammed out of money, have no money, or were homeless, lost jobs, whatever it is.

It does not mean you ignore your situation. If you have any emergencies, bills to pay, jobs to work, then go tend to them first! But remember, no matter how bad your situation is, there’s a chance to turn it around. The void is within us. No matter what. Think from the end state for a few days.

Think: “Damn. How is it THAT easy and quick for me? Why is the void so suddenly easy to enter? What happened? How did the void get so easy?!”

“I love being in the void state. It’s so peaceful.”

“Holy shit, I entered the void last night. HOW? I loved my void experience!”

“Another day, another void experience for me!”

“It’s a normal experience for me. I don’t know why it happens. I just enter the void state instantly. Boom. I’m there. It’s done. It’s finished.”

Even if you’re in a bad place, just think thoughts that imply you have been into the void before. You can do this. I’ve been busy and tired with work but I will definitely re do the challenge tonight. Remember, we have to encourage ourselves! You don’t have to pretend to be happy. You don’t have to pretend that you are okay. You are allowed to be upset. You are allowed to cry. You are allowed to be disappointed. But always always remember, you can go for it again the next day. Just think from the state of the void.

thank you so much for this ! this is really important, everyone please listen to this ! ♡

#🌷 listen to this ! ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[man-moth-hook-hand]

Welcome to my Nightmare Ch. 4

They really chose to court (Y/N) Edward Cullen style. You're not making the best choices, bestie.

PS: Sorry for the long wait! I haven't felt really motivated, but I thought it would be better to wait and give quality over just putting it out to just get closer to finishing it.

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Chapter Four: Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me

A sound woke me up. A shrill, terrified, sound, like prey being devoured by a predator. It’s chasing me, isn’t it? Is it me? I’m in my bed, aren’t I, or at least, I’m supposed to be.

My body shuddered to life as I rose from my bed, which felt like an open coffin, a coffin of my own personal hell. The shrill, which I came to understand was the sound of a horse crying out in fear, lead me to the window. The curtains taunted me. They flapped in the wind like bird wings, tattered and filled with holes by moths. I had almost touched the ledge; a thought crossed my mind. Was the window open when I went to bed? No. It couldn’t be, it wasn’t open before I left, unless Lucy opened it to let in some fresh air. Yes, I remember now. She told me it gets stuffy up here, how silly of me. How paranoid of me. No one would have any reason to frighten me, right?

My fingers made contact with the wooded sill; I noticed something peculiar. A man. Holy shit it’s Michael Myers. No! No. No, no, I was being silly. I laughed to myself in the dark. Of course! It’s just a tree. Of course it was, right? Damn I must be really tired.

I continued to stare into the darkness outside my bedroom window. When I first got here, found the night to be comforting; however, after a couple incidents with those men, I felt like prey. I made me feel weak, it showed me my mortality. There’s a belief that humans are the ultimate apex predator, but that’s just wrong. We’re just like every other animal, surviving another day, waiting for our demise.

It moved.

I was caught in a trance; I couldn’t look away or move, I felt like I was being hypnotized. I continued to stare at what I thought was a man, it was a man after all, right? Not some horrible demon waiting for me to look away. I was afraid to look away, what if he was gone? Somehow that was more terrifying than something being there to begin with. He just stared at me, not moving. I looked around to see what had happened to the horses I heard earlier. They must have run off to a different part of the pasture.

I looked back at the man. I noted the reflection in his eyes. That would mean it’s at least a human, but I thought only animals that were nocturnal had those. Perhaps I was wrong. I looked out into the distance once more, another pair of reflective eyes. and another, and another.

I slammed my window shut, closed the curtains, and ran into the small bathroom connected to my bedroom. No windows thankfully. My breathing was getting heavier, I felt claustrophobic, heavy, frightened. I felt like a wild animal, like prey. I began to feel the tears and snot run from my orifices. I wiped myself off feeling disgust. Feeling the coolness of the floor, I made my way to the toilet and desperately hugged it as if it were going to comfort me. The bile rose from the depths of my stomach, the acid burning my throat, and eventually made its way past my teeth into the toilet where it belonged. I hated puking.

After expelling what little food I had left, I began to feel a little better. The tears continued to fall, but at least they fell silently. I reached for the toilet paper and began to wipe away the snot that had built in a short amount of time. I wiped my tears, praying I didn’t wake up with puffy eyes. I don’t know if I could handle it if Jennifer asked about what had happened to make me cry that hard.

The light of the moon illuminated the bathroom showing me the toilet, otherwise there would’ve been a horrible explanation for Lucy for the vomit on the floor. That woman didn’t need to worry so much. Sam had told me about how she was worried about him being left alone, especially since Michael had apparently gone off with some girl the first night when we came here, and every other night after that.

I stood up and shuffled myself to the sink. I turned on the faucet and let the cool water pool in my hand. I brought the water up to my mouth and rinsed out the nasty taste. I glanced at the toilet once more. A window that I didn’t notice was there before greeted me. It was dark when I came in.

I worked up the courage to open the door. Nothing. I wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse. The window was closed, the curtains pulled, my bed ruined from me leaving it so quickly. It waited for me to come back. Come back into the safety of covering myself like when a child fears the dark.

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Morning came with a loud knock. “(Y/N). (Y/N)? Are you awake? don’t you have work this morning?” Lucy’s voice rang from the other side of the wooden door.

I proceeded to put on a plain shirt and jeans with a pair of tennis shoes. I put my hair back plainly with no makeup or jewelry. Today was not the day to look nice, just average. Especially since I had a shitty night’s sleep. plus, I didn’t want that guy recognizing me, or whoever else was stalking me.

Just then a thought, or perhaps a person, crossed my mind. Paul. Paul was around the white-haired guy. Panic started to rise in me. For the first time I felt true fear. Paul was the insider. He was the one who was helping them stalk me. Paul saw me with my friends, I had told him a little bit about myself, Paul knew where I worked, he knew Lucy. I was just a game. He must have also been the cause for the dark-haired guy on the beach, they must have followed me to Adam’s house, then home. Paul is helping them. They’re going to kill me.  

I thought perhaps I should call out from work, but I was afraid of sounding crazy. The sleep deprivation over the last couple of days wasn’t helping. Perhaps I wasn’t in the right state of mind to make serious decisions. I decided to go to work and think it over there.

Jennifer commented on how I looked that morning. I told her my worries, what happened in the field last night, and how maybe I should have just called in sick. I told her I needed the money and that it wasn’t a good look for a new employee to call in sick after only working for a couple of days.

“I think Michael would be willing to bring me back home before nightfall.” I explained to her.

“Who’s Michael?” She asked.

“Michael is one of the people I’m living with, He’s Lucy’s son. Lucy would be more than willing, but I’m not sure how late she works, and I most certainly don’t want to worry her. Plus, I don’t want to bother Adam since he’s also noticed some weird stuff going on.”

“What things?” She asked. I told her about the man at the beach, and later that night after watching a movie.

“I just don’t know what to do.” I said defeated. Work sadly didn’t end early for me, in fact we had to stay late because Brenda was running a little behind. It was night, I needed to find Michael. Sam said he had been going to the boardwalk every night and coming home late. God, I hoped today wasn’t the day he decided to stay home.

I searched through the screams of people to find him. What was once intoxication was now a death trap, it felt like instead of joy, they were screaming for their life. Why did everyone have to look the same? Why couldn’t I find Michael! In my daze, I accidentally bumped into someone. I began to apologize when I noticed who it was. The white hair and trench coat made me want to vomit.

“It’s alright,” the man said, “You need a ride home?” he asked.

How would he know? “No thank you, I’m alright.” I almost ran to find Michael at this point, maybe I should’ve just asked Adam, but who knows if he was already at home by now, I bother to memorize his number either.

I spotted my savior. “Michael,” I grabbed his shoulder, “Please take me home.” I begged.

“What?” He was confused at my request.

“Michael please, I really need to get home.” Tears began to form, I was truly scared for what was going to happen to me.

“Uh,” he looked back at a girl akwardly, “Well. . . “

“Michael please! Someone is stalking me, I don’t want to die.” A tear fell and the girl refused to look at me.

“Ya know, maybe you’re just tired. Sam said you were out pretty late last night- “

“Are you fucking kidding me? I have a genuine fear and you’re just leaving me here.?” I shouted. A few people began to stare. He just looked at her. Oh my god, he wanted to ditch me for some other chick.

“Hey Mikey!” A familiar voice that I recognized to belong to Paul, broke me out of my daze. “Hey (Y/N)! What’s up!”

I quickly wiped my snot and tears. If they found out I knew, maybe I wouldn’t have a chance to escape. “Nothing, this is Michael.”

“Yeah, we know Michael, we’ve been hanging since he got here. I didn’t know you two knew each other though.” he laughed.

“Yeah, small world.” I joked. He sensed the fear in my voice

“Oober small, man.” Something was off in Paul’s voice. “Well, you wanna come with us?”

“Oh, uh, maybe some other time I really got to get going. I think my ride is about to leave soon.” I hoped Lucy was still at the video store.

“Mom isn’t working tonight, didn’t she tell you?” Michael asked.

“What?” I panicked, I didn’t recall her saying anything but, maybe I was tired from this morning. “No, I don’t.”

“Well, I’ll take you home after I catch up with them. Is that ok?” He asked.

“Sure.” Maybe this was the end. Maybe I never had a chance to escape after all.

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[fishermanshook]

patched up (novelist x gn!reader)

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content warnings: mentions of blood and scars, possible spelling and grammar errors, second person POV, use of y/n like twice

The manor games are brutal, but even brutal is an understatement at how horrible they can really be. Consisting of blood, sweat and tears, all you can do is run. But running is tiring, especially when you know that no matter how many games you escape, you’ll be stuck here in this hell hole forever. 

And during these death games, getting hurt is almost always guaranteed. And if you don’t have the Doctor in your match to speed the (healing) process up, Survivors must take it upon themselves to heal them and their teammates. 

—

You're not too sure when your fingers started going numb during decoding, but with only 1 cipher being left undecoded, you’ve got to keep up the pace. 

Just minutes ago a loud announcement roared through the air, scaring the crows and other unearthly creatures that inhabited this manor away from where they were originally perched. The announcement let everyone know (who was in the game) that the Patient had been chaired and sent back to the manor. But you didn’t need the announcement to know that, as his screams rippled through the air only seconds before his inevitable doom. 

Now the Enchantress has been left with keeping the hunter occupied, and thanks to her pinning her location through a special piece of technology, you know to stay clear of that area. 

You let your fellow teammates know the area you're decoding in, the cipher being at least 50% completed. You're lost in concentration before a certain voice comes from behind you. 

“Hey,,y/n?”

Your head immediately jerks up, almost missing a calibration in the process. 

“Holy, oh my gosh Orpheus you scared me- oh.”

You look at Orpheus who’s slightly hunched back and has a small smile on his face. His pristine white trench coat looks like it's been relentlessly torn and ripped apart, smeared with dirt and what looks to be blood. Following the crimson trail, you spot that he’s cradling his left arm closely near his chest where his whole hand has been painted red. 

“Mind patching me up really quickly?”

How can you refuse? He’s your teammate after all and you can’t leave him standing there in a pile of his own blood.

“Always.”

— 

You and Orpheus sit closely near each other, with Orpheus sitting up with his legs out and your sitting criss crossed. You’ve produced your small medical bag that the manor has provided you with. It always gets restocked before every game by some unknown source, but that doesn’t really matter right now. All that matters is getting Orpheus patched up quickly so you two can finish decoding the last cipher and get out of here. 

You whip out the white medical gauze inside of the red bag and hastily get to work. Orpheus has stripped off his coat so you can get to the main source. You don’t have time to wash off any of the blood or even give him something to hold on to, but you make due with what you're given. 

Before wrapping the gauze of him, you take a rag from the kit and gently but rapidly wipe some of the blood from his arm. You hear him suck in a quick breath, but all you can mutter is something along the lines of “‘m sorry” before quickly wrapping up the gauze. 

Unfortunately, due to some previous trauma, the process takes a few minutes. With your shaking hands and Orpheus’ winces, it brings back some unpleasant memories. 

You may have accidentally tightened the gauze a little too harsh, because it sends Orpheus throwing his head back and grabbing onto your thigh. 

“Ah, shit, I’m sorry y/n.”

You're taking back a bit, looking the other way to avoid contact, pretending to get something else from your bag. 

“Don’t worry about it, just try your best to sit still, okay? If it’s really that bad then you can squeeze my thigh, k?” You say with a small smile.

Orpheus’ eyes widened a bit, but not before shaking his head and staring forward into the abyss. 

You get back to applying the gauze onto his arm, but it’s a little hard when you can’t forget how warm his hand feels gripping onto your thigh. 

—

The rush of adrenaline you get when the final cipher pops is insanely overwhelming, but you’ve learned to just embrace it and take off as far as your legs will grant you. Using that adrenaline, you find yourself rushing to type in the code to the exit gate, then the anxiety gets the best of you. 

“You're not going to be able to type it if your hands keep shaking like that,” Orpheus says, taking your hand and removing it gently from the keypad “let me please.” 

As you stand there with your wobbly legs, Orpheus wonders if you’ve ever noticed how he doesn’t necessarily treat you the same as he treats the others. He’s so much more kind to you then the others, not that he’s necessarily rude or mean to the other inhabitants of the manor though. It’s just that you’ve caught his attention and now he can’t take his mind off of you. 

He wonders if he told you, would you feel the same?

But something pulls him out of his thoughts, as a blood curdling scream comes from the distance. Orpheus and you both look behind yourselves and are met with a bloody and messy Patricia. 

Her clothes have been tattered and abused, her sparkly purple outfit has been ripped to shreds as wounds decorate her body, spilling cardinal red blood. Red blood that perfectly matches the way the Sculpture eyes light up when she meets your gaze. 

Orpheus is quick to put in the code as the Enchantress shouts to go for the tie. He quickly grabs your hand, forcing himself to ignore the way you scream Patricia's name. He pulls you and him through the gate before you can get hit by a sculpture. 

When you two make your way through the gate, he’s still holding your hand as he asks you if you're alright. Are you hurt? Are you in pain? You shake your head side to side but can’t help the tears that silently fall from your eyes and cup your cheeks, almost in a loving way. 

Orpheus doesn’t want to see you cry, and so, acting on impulse, he pulls you in for a hug. Softly shushing you as he combs his fingers through your hair. The two of you sit in silence as you wait for the old and battered carriage to take you back like it always does. 

—

The carriage is dimly lit by a small lantern hanging from the ceiling of the moving vehicle, and he can’t make out the person in the front, but he isn’t really too worried about that right now. 

He’s just thankful you can’t see the blush that’s crept up the back of his neck and spread itself across his face. 

Your head lays loosely on his shoulder, his head on top of your as he rubs his thumb in circles on your palm. Your tears have dried and stained your cheeks, but you're too exhausted to wipe them away. Orpheus isn’t sure what made you start crying, especially when he knows this isn’t your first match. Was it due to exhaustion? The wearing of adrenaline? Or did everything that had just happened catch you off guard? Multiple questions plagued his mind, but the Novelist knew better than to bombard you with his onslaught of wonders, so he just sat with you. You and your tattered body, covered in scars from previous matches. 

To hell with those Hunters, if they ever die. 

— End

note: i say kinda b/c i feel like this isn't really a fic but it'll happen to do,,, this fic sucks i’m sorry you guys

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[timaeusterrored]

(Like Father Like Son)

((I feel like I’ve never actually written a father-son moment between Vax and Vik, and what better time than now? Set sometime after he starts healing from the Space Station))

Vax had always loved rooftops, ever since he was a kid. Whenever he sat up there, for once he didn’t feel so small. That maybe being up there could save him from the city trying to swallow him. Even as a kid, V was terrified of the city eating him whole, becoming a no one. Another face in a sea of nobodies.

“Y’know, I’ll never forget the first time I looked up and saw you sitting on a roof. Damn near climbed the building to get you down.”

Vax turned at the sudden voice, not expecting anyone up here. But there stood Vik, arms crossed and leaned again the door way.

“Don’t you have your own roof to go sit on or somethin’? Or did the ol’ Rockerboy finally chase you away?” Vik sat down next to V, their legs dangling over the edge. Vax noted Vik was making an effort to not look down. Not everyone could handle heights.

“Nah, he’s busy with the ‘Saka bullshit still… and his new album.” Vax tried to keep the sad tone out of his voice, but he was struggling to. And he knew Vik heard it.

“Trouble in paradise? He fuck up?”

“He’s been perfect, Vik… it ain’t that.” Vax sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I’m so fuckin’ tired… and lonely. Ker invites me to join him when he goes places… but he doesn’t need me. No one fuckin’ does. No one needs V anymore…”

Vik let that settle in, watching his son for a long moment. Was that what this was? He felt unneeded? Unwanted even?

“You’re right. I don’t need V.” Maybe that was a bad way to start because Vax chuckled like he knew something. “I need Vax. I need that spunky little fifteen year old smart ass I met damn near 15 years ago.” Holy fuck it had been 15 years already.

Vax was staring at him, as if confused by his statement. He never had been a man of words.

“Y’know… when I first brought you in, I was thinking ‘what the fuck am I doing? I can’t raise a kid. Much less a 15 year old.’ And with you glaring at me for like a month straight, I really didn’t think we were getting far. But Vax… you changed my life. When you won your first boxing match, I just yelled ‘That’s my kid! That’s my kid right there!’ I was so fucking proud of you… then that fucker took you when you were 17 and I didn’t know what the fuck to do. All I knew was that my kid was gone and no one had seen him in days… then Rogue comes to my door holding you, you’re shaking and covered in blood and smell like a fucking campfire and I don’t think I’ve ever been more relieved to see you in my life… until Arasaka took you. Losing Jackie felt like losing a son… and I kept just… hoping, praying, I dunno, everything to just get that thing out of you. For you to live.”

When Vik was mostly done because he felt he was talking nonsense, he looked at V… to find him with tears in his eyes. Oh fuck, he hadn’t meant to make him cry.

“And when you brought fucking Kerry Eurodyne home, I was like “oh hell no.” Because I’ve read some shit-“ Vik attempted to joke but Vax let out a sound that he couldn’t tell if the poor man was laughing or crying.

Vik patted his son’s back, letting him get it out. Kerry said Vax had been rather unresponsive to things, and this is probably the first time he’s cried in a while. The ripperdoc couldn’t even begin to understand what this man went through.

“Fuck… I’m sorry.” Vax sniffed, rubbing his eyes. “I’m so… I’m so tired, Vik… I know people are trying to give me space and to let me rest… but I can’t help but feel like everyone has moved on from me… even Ker and Judy don’t feel like they need me anymore… and you and Mama Welles got your own shit goin’ on-“

“Me and Guadalupe have been worried sick about you. So don’t you start pulling that shit onto me… No one has moved on from you. You spend too much time in your own head, you always have.” Vik sighed. Vax had been horrible for getting in his own head, Vik never could get him to stop. “You been talking to your therapist? And taking your meds?”

Vax nodded, and yet Vik didn’t believe him.

“My keeper isn’t letting me forget. Don’t worry.” Vax mumbled, his hands falling into his lap in defeat. Vik had no clue what to do to make this better… he didn’t read any parenting books on how to make your adult kid feel better after dying three times.

The two sat in silence after, sometimes you just needed quiet with a safe person to feel less alone. Until Vax rested his head on Vik’s shoulder.

“Thanks pops…”

Vik wrapped his arm around his son and rubbed his shoulder.

“Anytime kiddo…”

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[cactuscoolerr]

(posting again) but academic rivals to lovers with reo omg i’m screaming. ok so this mf is so confident within his intelligence (as he should be) like he’s convinced he’s einstein’s reincarnate come on now. anyway he’s so smart he never felt like there was anyone to compete with. until you came along and ‘ruined his life’ LOL like this guy is so mf distraught when you come along and score one point higher than his perfect score (thanks to extra credit 🙏🙏) and despite his cool and collected outward look, this mf is seething 😭😭 he’d def be like “great job on getting the extra credit question right” and “i’m not surprised you got it right” and despite his sweet smile, it’s extremely hard to take it as a compliment with the insulting tone in his voice 😭😭

after class he complains to nagi about you. no doubt. and nagi is sick and tired of this guy LOL and ur friends are tired of you after your complaints about reo. like he was the one that started this whole ‘rivalry’ between the two of you. it just so happened that you were evidently smarter than he was.. but one day you get a test passed back to u and reo is quick to peer over your shoulder. he’s so close that u could feel his body heat and it’s making u blush. how couldn’t u blush? it’s mikage reo holy shit (loml) and ofc nagi sees and is immediately brewing a plan up in his brain.

with nagi’s idiot proof plan, he discreetly begins brining you up in conversation any time he could. and eventually, reo notices and questions nagi about it only to go home and come to one conclusion and one conclusion only..

nagi was absolutely in love with you.

(he’s so annoyingly delusional i hate him)

anyway, this does eventually force reo to realize his feelings for u. cause why tf is he that jealous of nagi anytime he brings u up? like come one now. now everyone can agree that reo is an extremely and horribly jealous boy. like this mf just emits territorial. so when nagi finally gets fed up with reo glaring a whole through the back of his head for a month straight during classes, nagi decides to ask you to help him study, knowing damn well reo’s big ass ears would pick it up and ask force himself into ur plans.

basically, nagi doesn’t show up, telling reo that he forgot, and leaves the two of you on w cute lil study date. at first it’s awkward, but reo accidentally confessed that he thinks ur beautiful or whatever, which ends in him landing another date with you, nagi not even in mind this time, and you two eventually start happily dating (woo)

#bllk fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock #mikage reo x reader #reo x reader #bllk headcanons

[gnrbitch]

Grunge Days pt.19 - Big Dumb Sex

Warnings: a little smut

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1992, New York

“You fucked my life up” Y/n said as she pressed her lips back onto Slash’s “Yet you’re the only one who could make it all better” She whispered as she left kissed all along his jawline.

Neither Slash nor Y/n thought that they would ever feel their bodies pressed against one another’s again, but here they were.

A few moments ago…

“Not it the mood Jer, i’m gonna call it a night” Y/n said as her and Jerry stood outside the venue they played in.

Alice had starting doing some shows to start promoting their second record, this was barley their second stop.

“Alright i’ll see you in the morning” Jerry said “Love you!” He yelled as Y/n walked to a cab.

Y/n smiled to him, waving her hand. She sighed as she rolled the window back up, resting her head on it.

“Rough night?” The cab driver asked

Y/n let out a tired laugh, “Rough life” she said.

The driver nodded his head “Where are you going?”

“The Marriott” She said

The rest of the drive was quiet, she told him goodbye and paid him, then she walked to her room. Y/n was finally glad to be alone, shrugging off her jacket into her bed, pulling out her shit to shoot up.

The girl coughed as she tied her arm up, moving one of her hands up to rub her throat.

The bruise from the incident was already starting to fade, but Duffs hand marks were still pretty noticeable. But Y/ns voice was still rough from what happened, so her vocals were all over the place.

Y/n was sprawled out on her bed, trying not to move or think. But the only thing that kept creeping up in her mind was how long it had been since she last had slept with someone. Her life was horrible right now, but maybe she just needed to get laid.

She closed her eyes, getting ready to finally fall asleep. That was until her door bell rung. Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, silently cursing as she got up and walked over to her door, not even checking to see who it was, she just opened it.

“Oh my fucken god” Y/n groaned as she saw Slash “What could you possibly fucken want?” She asked, annoyed.

“I was in the neighborhood” Slash shrugged, “Thought i should come see how you’re doing” He said, his eyes narrowing to her throat.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she slammed the door in his face, turning back around and only taking three steps before turning back around, walking to the door and opening it. Fuck it, she thought, i don’t think he could ruin my life anymore than he already has.

“Knew you’d come back” Slash smiled

Y/n sent him a obvious fake smile, then dragged him into her room. The minute she turned to close the door, his lips found their way onto hers.

And what kind of self control does Y/n have? We’ve learned that obviously, she has none.

They moved their bodies onto the couch that was in the room, Y/ns body on top of his.

Slash pulled away to look at Y/ns face, being unable to believe that it’s really her. “Y/n” he breathlessly said, Y/n cutting him off.

“You fucked my life up” Y/n said as she pressed her lips back onto Slash’s “Yet you’re the only one who could make it all better” She whispered as she left kissed all along his jawline.

Slash’s hands went to Y/ns hips, grinding her into his covered up dick. The pair practically tore off their clothes.

“I thought i was never gonna feel you again” He whispered, admiring her body, and her face.

Y/n sunk down onto him, throwing her head back as she moaned. She looked back at him, his mouth agape, “You don’t deserve to”.

The rest was really all a blur to Y/n, a very sleazy blur. She ignored the way Slash kept apologizing to her, and really she ignored everything thay Slash said.

All she knew was that for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt good. And she knew she wasn’t gonna regret this, cause holy shit did she feel good.

Slash held onto Y/n once he finished, breathing into Y/ns neck.

But Y/n wasn’t about to do none of the cuddling, so she removed his arms off of her body and stood up, putting her underwear and long sleeve shirt.

Slash furrowed his eyebrows, but not moving off of the couch. Y/n lit up a cigarette, picked her pants up from off of the floor, and started to walk to her bedroom.

Slash’s eyes followed her every move, “What does this mean?” he asked, what does this mean for us? He thought

Y/n turned to look at him, a petty smile on her face “It means get the fuck out of my room” She said, turning back around and walking into her bedroom, slamming the door shut.

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Sorry the smut wasn’t good like at all i lowkey did not feel like writing it😭😭

Tagged: @deeznutsworld @killazilla777 @hoodiesandicedcoffee @eddiiiieeee @kirksfunkopop

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[pettytiredandjewish]

@whenmagicfilledtheair clogging jewish tags makes me so tired yo. So tired. Its like watching a trainwreck though and I cant bring myself to block it. Its horrible.

Holy crap- every time I see them or heritage posts on jewish tags I think I lose brain cells and my sanity. Both of their posts are so antisemitic- it’s not even funny. And the fact that people (mix between goys and some anti Zionist ) believes them is super scary…I just- y’all there is no words to describe my frustration.

It’s a bloody train wreck. I did block both of them though. I couldn’t handle both of their stupidity anymore. If they do somehow see this post- they can both shove all their antisemitism (y’all can finish the sentence).

Im just so done with this shit. The fact that once again- Jews are getting blamed for something that’s not even in our control or our fault- and that neo nazies are now unmasking themselves (using this war as an excuse)- and that history is fucking repeating itself… it is scary beyond words. I’m just so done. I’m done being polite to those who post hateful shit. Y’all be safe out there.

Am Yisrael Chai! ✡️

#jumblr #antisemitism #jewish and proud #am yisrael chai #so done with this crap