#idk to me it’s just really clear that this is the picture of a complete and loving family now | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

queenofallimagines · 4 months

Text

Blue lock NSFW HCs

A/n: so since I’ve let this anime take over my life completely I feel I’m overqualified to give better hcs and since I don’t have a specific scenario in this is general headcanons💕 (pls request blue lock I have brainworms)

Blue lock:

- off the bat isagi telling us he has a thigh fetish is so real it me he keeps his hands on your thigh at all times

- Really one hand on the steering wheel the other just barely in your pants fingering you

- They all kinda got that sauce in ‘em yk?

- Isagi can say “pretty thing” or “sweetness” in that low ass voice and it will have you on your knees

- NAGI CALLING YOU PRETTY

- Idk WHERE that shit came form but every fic he just calls you pretty and that’s def canon that man is 6”3 so hear me out

- This big ass man who’s usually lazy and barely paying attention putting in that work on you, keeping you pressed into the bed with his full body weight

- Mumbling in your ear in his monotone voice that’s just one octave lover

- “Cmon pretty, gunna come f’me?” he’s looking at you with his egoist eyes

- Will have you in between him and Reo

- Sorry but that’s just as canon as bachira and isagi it’s gunna happen at LEAST once

- Seishiro can run with the best of them w that ego too like he says he’s a pacifist but he’s squared up first on someone like 4 times😭

- He Probably offhandedly mentions something about you in convo with Reo and you’re done for

- They’re like gaming or something and you walk into the room

- “I’ll prove it- hey come here for a sec” and now all of a sudden you’re seated in between his delicious thighs being fingered open by nagi in front of Reo like he’s giving a tutorial😭

- I see y’all’s saying Reo would do that for inexperienced nagi but I raise you that Reo only has casual flings and has been intimate with nagi so he’s not used to their duo being a trio

- Nagi spreading your legs keeping them wide open for Reo to see everything while he leans over your shoulder and makes sure he’s focused on what he’s doing

- Something something good with his givers because gamer

- He’s working you open with his huge fingers almost unbothered by the fact that your squirming and grabbing at his arm

- Reo is a little flustered but he’s def paying attention

- They’re acting like they’re talking about the weather like you not gushing all over his fingers

- Makes you cum like three times this way before he says “Reo is pretty good with his tongue, can he have a taste too?”

- Nagi and his crazy stamina will not let you rest!

- RIN! My beloved baby boy!

- He’s a FREAK like freaky NASTY and mean about it too!

- Little slow on the uptake but once you really start learning about each other he’s working out all his frustrations on you

- Not very emotive but he’s blunt so he will make his feelings perfectly clear

- Brat tamer by default bc you push his buttons

- “Keep that same energy when I get you alone”

- Fucks you in the locker rooms

- Likes you wearing his jersey while he does it

- Had hella pictures and videos of it too that you don’t remember him taking😭

- Keep him company on his long away games💕

- Everyone knows he’s having good sex bc he has scratch marks all over his back and dares someone to say shit about them

- Since like every single one of his dispositions is bc of Sae you have to be patient with him

- The itoshi issue is that they will have conflicts in their head, decide what YOU are gunna say and make choices silently based off that

- Like bitch if you don’t TALK TO ME??

- Rin will not start the convo and avoid you in a fight bc in his mind he fucked up and you never want to see him again but like did I say that??

- You gotta go to him and be like say what the fuck you’re thinking :/

- Both the itoshi brothers are rough

- Rin will use his insane stamina to fuck you right to sleep like he’s trying to watch a game stop playing w him

- Probably end up fucking you with or in-front of isagi

- One thing about Rin Itoshi is that he has something to prove always

- Sae and shidou you already know lmao

- My favs?? Come the fuck ON they have nasty ass sex daily

- Sae count your fucking days bc imma best your ass 😐

- However,,, the dynamic between him and Ryusei is too tasty to ignore

- Sae and his butt fetish will usually do anal if you’re taking both of them at once

- His dick is really pretty you and shidou have full length discussions about it and he is TIRED

- Sae likes to think he has you two on a leash and for the most part he kinda does

- But you might as well be on demon time too bc once you and Ryusei tag them

- Him??

- The great cold and calculated Sae Itoshi the gem of Japan will be a whiny little Bitch

- Likes to piss you off so you’ll be rough with him and Shidou right there with you

- You’re both fed up with his shit so you decide to punish him

- You edging him while Ryu fucks him mercilessly

- Imagine you’re riding him reverse cowgirl and shidou is fucking him so hard and deep he can’t breathe

- You two doing that whole outwardly ignoring him kissing while he wants you to pay attention to him clawing at your lower back and hips

- Moaning out “sorry” and babbling nonsense

- Cums a lot and it’s thick in consistency

- Whimpers when you and shidou taste him on each other and he can’t kiss either of you

- Tears steaming down his face while he struggles to keep his eyes from rolling back and can barely even say what he wants because he’s moaning so much

- Aftercare is so cute bc you both clean him up and give him as many kisses as he wants

- That really fixes his attitude LMAO

- Isagi can get pretty try mean too you trigger that ego and he’s just as ruthless as he is in the field

- “You think I’m gunna let you cum after you spent all day on my nerves? Be serious”

- He’s big on eye contact

- Will sit back in a chair and stare at you as he makes you ride him with no help

- “Go on, you wanted it, ain’t you?”

- Spanks you hard

- Chigiri hyoma is HUNG

- like oh my god pretty face huge dick

- People paint him as like corset when he’s like really mild mannered and mean? Lmao his egoist profile even says he’s mean

- He’s blunt and says exactly what he means

- If “okay?? AND??” Was a person😭

- Will get choked up if you kiss the scar on his knee when you go down on him

- “Cmon you can take more than that can’t you?”

- He can go fast but likes going slow and deep

- Really savor the moment

- Wants to feel every second of you going up and down his dick

- Meanie!!

- “You’re creaming around me already and I’ve barely made it all the way in”

- Preps you really good before hand too that’s like mandatory even if you’re ready he’s going to have you cum on his tongue or fingers first

- Gets pussy drunk a lot and ends up fucking himself into overstimulation

- Liked his hair pulled on

- Barou? Whew the king definitely deserves that title!

- A big fan of slow and deep like Chigiri

- Will make you face him as he fucks up into you

- “Quit wining and take it, you’re the one who kept begging for me to fuck you all day”

- Will clean the sheets fully after sex like lmao he’s changing the whole bed

- Let’s see hiori too! People like to say the self proclaimed “ultra sadist” as like just a bottom all the time

- He’s more mean and doesn’t care about it

- “Ow! That kinda hurt!”

- “Hm? Good”

- Big fan of face fucking

- Shidou alone is very baby

- I’m his defense lawyer yall like he’s an aquifer taste so you can not like him

- But that’s your fault and a skill issue💅🏿✨

- He’s the unhinged very soon of isagi very emotionally intelligent and can read a room

- He simply does not CARE about others

- Very ‘if people are going to isolate me then I’ll push them away’ vibes

- Like he rly has a connection w the whole cast minus rin and kunigami

- If he hadn’t took a kick at isagi him and bachira would be besties!🥺

- They understand the same type of loneliness

- Back to the horny

- He will split you open on his cock any time of the day

- He’s very god at anatomy and chemistry like look at how tf he talks

- HES LITERALLY A STRAIGHT A STUDENT!

- Has a breeding kink in canon

- “If you keep my cum inside you for the whole game I’ll eat it out of you when we win”

- Cock bastard also

- Rin def walked in on you two once and it haunts him

- Seeing your face utterly fucked out not caring that you’re both locking eyes while shidou who’s blissfully unaware keeps bullying his fat cock into you against the lockers🤭

- He can’t look you in the face for like a month lol

- Chigiri like pegging and kunigami can suck dick rly well

- Don’t ask me how ik I just KNOW Mr. Bisexual representation has had a relationship with a guy who he was intimate with

- Bachira likes to paint your face white

- Loved seeing you with his cum on your face

- Won’t tell you he’s close when you suck him off on purpose sometimes

- “Oops, my bad! You do look pretty like this tho☺️” be so the fuck fr

392 notes · View notes

slut4thebroken · 8 months

Text

Timekeeper Raymond Leon pt. 1

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Raymond Leon x reader

Summary | Raymond becomes obsessive trying to catch a suspect.

Warnings | 18+, canon level violence, smut, I’ll add tags for that in the next part, guns, angst?, idk what else to tag tbh

Words | 3k

Notes | Idk when part 2 is coming because I still have to write it but I’ll do my best to get it out soon.

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

“I’m timekeeper Raymond Leon.”

You snickered and raised your brows in disbelief— what an introduction.

“What can I help you with, timekeeper Raymond Leon?” He made no indication that he was affected by your mocking, which wasn’t all that surprising.

“Someone stole a lot of time and their last known location was with you.”

“Really? I don’t recall having any visitors recently. Except you of course.”

“Maybe you just need something to jog your memory.” He reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a somewhat blurry picture of you and the man in question. It was clear enough that you could recognize yourself though.

“That’s not me.” You shrugged.

“That’s not you?” He asked, pointing to the mostly clear picture of your face.

“Nope.” As he stared at you, you studied his face, trying not to get flustered by the fact that— for a timekeeper— he’s fucking hot. After a moment, he sighed in what seemed like annoyance.

“I tried to do this civilly, but if you won’t cooperate I’m going to have to bring you in and question you officially.”

“Come back with something other than a blurry photo to prove it was me and I’ll talk to you. Until then, fuck off.” He pursed his lips and nodded as he thought.

“If I have to come back, things will be a lot worse for you. This is your last chance.” He warned and you had to refrain from rolling your eyes.

“I think I’ll take my chances. You can see yourself out, timekeeper Raymond Leon.” He only stared at you for another moment before standing up and leaving. The second you saw his car pull away, you rushed to pack a bag, not wanting to stay here and make it easy on him when he inevitably returned.

You did help that man. In exchange for a place to stay for the night, he gave you one of the time bars he collected. You didn’t ask where or how he got them, honestly you didn’t care. With what he gave you, you can spend your days hiding from the timekeeper rather than working and giving him another easy place to find you.

That proved to be more difficult than you expected though. Multiple times now, he’s almost caught up to you, almost found you, and every time you always run. But you were getting tired and the worst part is that it doesn’t seem like he is too. If anything he’s only more motivated to catch you after all this time— as if it was personal now.

You were walking down the street, continuously checking behind you— he’s made you so paranoid that you flinch at the slightest sound. When you rounded a corner, your eyes widened at the black car slowly driving in your direction. You immediately turned around and started walking impossibly faster out of nerves, which only seemed to draw attention to yourself because you heard the siren turn on behind you, making you take off into a sprint. Every once in a while you checked behind yourself, finding the car right on your tail. When you turned down an alley, you heard the door slam shut and then loud footsteps, running after you.

“Stop!” Fuck. Part of you was hoping it would be literally any other timekeeper besides him. But you’ve never had good luck.

You rounded another corner, chest starting to burn from the exertion, and when you turned down yet another alley, you slowed to a stop at the sight of a building in front of you, high enough that you wouldn’t be able to climb over it. You cursed under your breath and turned around to go back and keep running, but he just caught up to you, slowing to a stop a few feet away and pointing a gun at you. When you staggered back, he followed you slowly, gun and eyes completely trained on you.

“No where else to run.” He said, making you look around again just to be sure. He’s right. You were surrounded by three buildings, there was no way out other than behind him.

“This doesn’t seem like a fair fight.” You said, glancing at the gun.

“I’m not fighting you.”

“Well I'm not going with you willingly so your options are shoot me or fight me.” He stared at you a moment, then scoffed a laugh and put the gun away.

“Fine.”

Truthfully this decision might’ve been a little stupid. You don’t know how skilled of a fighter he is and you’re not even very good yourself. But you figured having a slight chance was better than having no chance.

Everytime you attacked, he blocked it easily with a smirk— he wasn’t even fighting back. Wanting to position yourself on the side of the only exit, you started trying to circle him, but he caught on almost instantly and made sure he always stayed between you and the street.

The first time your fist landed on his cheek, both of you were stunned. He snapped out of it though and grabbed your wrist while you were still off guard, then twisted you around so your arm was bent uncomfortably behind your back. He pushed you forward until you hit the wall and then placed your other arm behind you as well.

“I didn’t even fucking do anything.” You spat, squirming in his grip.

“You ran, lied, and interfered with an investigation.” He said lowly, pressing his body against yours to limit your thrashing.

“No shit I ran. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but people like me usually end up dead because of people like you.”

“I wouldn’t kill you.” He said simply— as if his words would be enough to make you believe him.

“No… You’d just take my time because I “have too much” and then I’d die.”

“I would only take back the time that doesn’t belong to you.”

“Someone gave it to me. I don’t fucking care where they got it from, you should be punishing them not me.”

“Trust me, we have. But since you aided a wanted criminal, you need to be punished too.” You felt him lean back a little before continuing. “Only ten hours? Where’s the rest?”

“I wasn’t about to walk around with too much time and get myself killed.” You scoffed, thrashing again.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Go to hell!” He suddenly turned you around, slamming your back against the wall with a firm hand wrapped around your neck.

“Where is it?” You clenched your jaw as your gaze hardened, ignoring the way your chest was heaving and your stomach was fluttering from the proximity alone. “It’s not at your place, we already checked. So where did you stash it?”

“Fuck you.” You muttered, making his grip tighten on your neck. His free hand grabbed your wrist and he looked down at it, making you do the same. “Hey!” You tried yanking your wrist free as the numbers kept going down and down. He left you with 30 seconds, then looked back up at you.

“I’d talk quickly if I were you.”

“This is not fucking legal!” Your eyes kept rapidly glancing between his face and your arm— 25 seconds now.

“Either you tell me where it is and I take it back, or you time out and no one uses it anyway.” 20 seconds.

“Okay— okay I’ll tell you, just- give me my time back.” You rushed out, chest heaving in fear rather than arousal now.

“Tell me first.”

“Fuck!” 15 seconds. Your eyes burned with unshed tears as you watched yourself grow closer and closer to death. Should you just tell him? Give him a fake answer? Maybe he’s bluffing… But you don’t know for sure whether he is or not. Ten seconds. “Please- please, I’ll tell you—” You whimpered, but he just waited. Five seconds. “It’s in my apartment!” Your time was going up now, but only back to 30 seconds.

“We already searched there.”

“I- I have somewhere to hide it. Please.”

“Show me.” He said as he gave you an hour. Pulling away from you, he motioned for you to start walking, so you did. “I doubt I need to remind you, but if you try anything, you’ll be dead in an hour.”

“Fuck you.” You muttered, bottom lip quivering. You were glad you were at least in front of him so he couldn’t see you wipe your tears. You can’t even remember the last time you’ve been that scared.

He walked taciturnly behind you, his boots heavy against the pavement compared to your worn down sneakers.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked, not bothering to try and face him.

“Why am I enforcing the law? Because it’s my job.” That made you halt suddenly and you couldn’t help yourself when you turned around.

“Bullshit.” You spat, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’ve been fixated on me for weeks just because it’s your job? It’s only a few years, the other guy had hundreds. Why am I so fucking important?” He stared at you silently, his cheek flexing as he clenched his jaw, and you did your best not to shrink under his gaze.

“I’m not giving you more time until I have what was stolen so I suggest you hurry up.” You huffed and rolled your eyes at his response, then turned around to keep walking. As you neared your apartment, you tried to think of a way out of this. You weren’t lying when you said you had somewhere to hide it in your place but you couldn’t just give it up that easily.

You entered the building and walked up the stairs, then down the hall to your door. Fumbling with your keys, you tried to give yourself more time to think, but he caught on quickly.

“Stall all you want but you have less than an hour before you time out so I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“How do I know you’re not just going to leave me with this anyway?” You spat, turning around to face him.

“Because unlike you, I’m not a liar.” He countered and you tried to maintain eye contact— to not give in. But after only a few seconds, you clenched your jaw and turned back around to open the door.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” You said, setting your keys down on the counter as he scoffed a laugh.

“Sure. After you give me what I came here for.”

“I need to go now.”

“Then you better hurry up.” Your teeth grinded together painfully as you glared at him, but all he did was raise his brows, waiting.

“Fine.” You opened a drawer in the kitchen and grabbed a screwdriver, then walked to your room as he followed, carefully watching you. You eyed the messy space and gave him an annoyed look. “They could’ve at least put everything back instead of completely trashing my room.” He didn’t respond. Just waited by the door impatiently.

You walked over to the nightstand and picked up the alarm clock to unscrew the back. You only bought this clock a couple weeks ago for the sole purpose of hiding the time capsule since you knew they’d search your apartment.

Reluctantly, you took it out and set the clock back on the side table. He walked closer and held his hand out, but you hesitated. Despite the fact that you’ve been obsessively anxious and vigilant for the past couple weeks, they’ve been the most relaxing weeks of your entire adult life. You weren’t always hours from death, you didn’t have to overwork yourself to the point of considering just laying in bed and letting yourself time out.

“Please.” You said quietly, looking up at him. “Please… Can’t you just- say I got away? Or that someone stole it from me?” You begged, grip tightening on the capsule.

“No.” Your face fell from just that one word. Even if he gave you back the ten hours, you’d still be dead before you could find work. You looked around the room, gauging how close you were to the door or window and if you’d have a chance. “Don’t do something stupid. You’ll only make this worse for yourself.” You turned back to him, eyes starting to burn with tears once again.

Impulsively, you decided to take your chances and go for the window since it was already open. You barely made it a foot away from it before a gun was going off, making you jump and squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the pain you were sure you’d feel. When you opened your eyes, you saw a new hole in the wall in front of you, only inches to the left of your head.

“Fine!” You yelled, voice breaking. Turning around, you threw the capsule at him and he caught it effortlessly. “Just fucking leave. I don’t want the time back.” You knew you probably only had half an hour left, but you felt completely and utterly defeated and exhausted.

“We’re not done yet.”

“I gave you what you wanted.”

“You still broke the law. Numerous times.”

“Seriously?” He just stared at you. “Fine. I’ll time out there instead.” When you walked passed him toward the door, he grabbed your wrist, making you freeze.

“Not yet.” He said, then after a few seconds, released your arm that now showed two hours. “Let’s go.” Your gaze shifted between his hands, one with the gun and one with the time capsule. You knew you had to try something before you got in the car because after that you’d have no chance.

“Remember what I said about doing something stupid?” Your eyes snapped up to his.

“What so I’m just supposed to willingly fucking kill or incarcerate myself by going with you?”

“Yes.” He all but shrugged, making your gaze harden. Eventually you just huffed and walked out of your room to the front door as he trailed behind you.

The walk back to his car was silent and while you tried to walk slowly, every once in a while he’d nudge your back with the gun, warning you. When you rounded the corner only a block away from his car, you recognized the man across the street.

You met him a few days ago. He was on 20 minutes, frantically begging on goers for any type of job they’d be willing to give. So you gave him a day. He seemed to recognize you too, then noticed the timekeeper behind you. He looked the other direction, spotting the black car a little ways down, and seemed to understand what was happening. Pulling his hood up, he started walking in the opposite direction you came from, then crossed the street so he was behind you.

You heard a loud step, then turned around to find the timekeeper catching his balance before turning around to see who had pushed him. You reached for the gun and since he was distracted by your savior, you managed to take it from his loose grip, making him turn back to face you. His eyes quickly changed from shocked, to completely fucking pissed. You took a couple steps back and pointed it at him, watching the other man run away.

“Give me the capsule.” You said, gaze shifting to his hand for half a second before looking at his face again. When he took a step forward, you took one back and adjusted your grip on the gun. “Set it on the ground and kick it to me.” You urged.

“No.”

“Excuse me?” You asked, brows shooting up.

“If you want it, you’re going to have to kill me.”

“Please just give it to me.” You begged, knowing you didn’t have what it takes to do that. Slightly lowering the gun, but still keeping your guard up, you stared into hard, unforgiving eyes. He was suddenly rushing toward you, and it all happened so fast that you don’t even know what you did, but one second he was moving forward, the next he was on the floor. You could see blood pooling in the pavement and you almost gagged at the sight of the hole in his leg.

“Oh my god— oh my god, I- I didn’t…” You quickly threw the gun as if it had burned you and kneeled down next to him, anxiously looking between his pained expression and the wound that was gushing so much blood it almost made you throw up. “Are you okay?”

“Are you fucking kidding?” He hissed, making you flinch.

“Sorry— I’m sorry.” He stared at his leg for a second before growling and discarding the time capsule on the floor so he could put pressure on his leg. “Where’s your phone?” You reached for his coat pocket, making him flinch back.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” He spat.

“You need to call someone or you’ll bleed out!” How is it possible that you’re more panicked than he is right now? He seemed to understand his options though.

“Fine.” You reached in his pocket and took out his phone to call 911, making sure to specify that it was a timekeeper that needed help so that they didn’t take their time. You don’t know why you did that for him though. He was about to arrest you for god's sake. After hanging up, you put it back in his pocket then reached for the time capsule, making sure to stay out of arm's reach. You gave yourself three days, then set it down next to him.

“I’m sorry for shooting you. I honestly didn’t mean to.” He gave you a look of almost disbelief and irritation at the fact that you’d said something like that.

“You’re not running?” He asked, breathing getting more and more labored.

“I’m waiting until I hear the siren.”

“Why?”

“Because I shot you and I feel bad.” You said sheepishly, making him scoff.

“After all this time, you care enough to make sure I don’t bleed out?” He snarked.

“Would you rather I go?” You asked, gaze still nervously moving between his eyes and his leg. He let out a quiet huff and rolled his eyes. “Please don’t try to find me again.” You begged.

“You shot a timekeeper. You’ll be lucky if the order isn’t to shoot on sight.”

“Please.” You whispered urgently.

“I don’t have any control over that. But even if I did, I’m not going to stop.”

“Please, Raymond.” Your head snapped up at the sound of sirens quickly growing closer. Before you stood, you grabbed the gun just in case. “Please.”

“Run all you want. I’ll find you eventually.”

Part 2

#raymond leon smut #raymond leon x reader #raymond leon #in time #cillian murphy

350 notes · View notes

norman-fucking-reedus · 3 months

Note

omg since your requests are open,,, idk but imagining a female reader fucking herself infront of Daryl while he is chained to chair drives me insane to think about.. like reader's feet are on his knees and daryl feels her every movement but dang he can't do anything and the reader is a bit dominant.. i'd love if you wrote smth like this. im obsessed with ur writing!!

Anon lets make out rn cause ive had this idea for a while ESPECIALLY based off this picture??? Like hello??

I changed it up a little since i got the hottest idea in the middle of writing so I hope it makes you kick your feet in the way the way I did while writing this 😽 (I SAW UR OTHER REQUEST TOO BABE YK I GOTCHU 🫶🏾)

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

“Dammit girl! Untie me” Daryl thrashed in the wobbly chair, growling from where it sat at the edge of the bed in front of you. You simply watched him struggle in the tight ropes, becoming redder by the second. “I like you tied up. Even more when you’re my personal chair” You ran a hand across his lap and winked.

Daryl grunted when you straddled him, hands pulling at their restraints. You could feel his bulge growing as you slowly ground your hips down, a strained groan coming from him. You cupped his chin and placed a few soft kisses on his lips, moving to his neck and back up to his lips, only pulling away from him. “Tha hell ya doin’ ta me?” Daryl watched as you opened the dresser drawer and tossed two objects on the bed, sitting down next to them.

You couldn’t hold back the wicked smile that fought onto your face as you stood up and removed each article of clothing, tauntingly slowly.

Daryl’s watched you, closely, breathing picking up as you slid your pants down, and moved to undo your bra. He watched as you teased the hem of your undies, sitting down in front of him again.

His cheeks heated up when you kicked a leg up, ankle resting on his shoulder as you spread yourself, running a finger down your slit through your panties. Daryl watched, hands fidgeting with rope as he became uncomfortably hard in his jeans. He wanted to touch you, feel all over your body and maybe inside.

You continued massaging yourself until the fabric was soaked, and Daryl’s breathing was the loudest thing in the room. His face was red and a thin layer of sweat was present on his whole body. Suddenly all his clothes didn’t fit right.

He could do nothing but watch as you pushed your underwear to the side, erotically spreading your pussy lips before reaching to grab one of the objects. It was a long, white vibrator you had “found” at the start, but really you just stole it from the sex shop when everything went to shit. It roared to life in your hands, and you leaned forward to press it onto Daryl’s bulge, soaking in the way he threw his head back and his body jerked.

You kept it there only for a minute, leaning back and bringing it down to your cunt, massaging between your folds and moaning when it reached your clit, holding it in place as you brought your fingers to your entrance, easily slipping in.

The scene was something out of a porno, and Daryl swore his mouth was beginning to water as he just watched you. The way he could feel the strong vibrations travel through your leg, the way he could see your fingers curling and scissoring open, he was starting to get desperately needy.

As you neared your orgasm, you pulled completely away from yourself, chest heaving as you came down, eyes meeting Daryl’s. His pupils had been blown so wide, you weren’t even sure there was color anymore. “Enjoying my show?” You whispered, pulling your leg off his shoulder as you moved to stand over him, bending over the bed so that he had a clear view of your backside. “J’st let me touch ya, doll. Why ya gotta torture me?” He rasped, eyes roaming as he took in the sight of your ass right in front of his face, so close yet so far.

Daryl was impossibly hard in his pants, the scratchy fabric sending lightning through his body whenever he accidentally bumped his tip against it. He was so needy it was starting to hurt, even more when the clear dildo you were bringing to your folds came into view.

You rubbed the silicone up and down against yourself, grinding when you brought it to your clit. You could feel Daryl’s eyes on you as his hands tugged and pulled at the binding ropes, but he had taught you how to tie some real good knots. He could do nothing but pitifully whine as he watched the dildo slowly slide into you, the clearness giving him a whole different show.

He could see the way your pussy stretched around the toy, working it in and out slowly, soft moans coming from you as you did. His cock throbbed as his eyes never left your cunt, wishing that instead of that dildo you would use him like a dildo, riding his sensitive cock for as long as you wanted, fuck he just badly wants to be inside of you.

As if reading his mind, you flipped yourself around so that you could face him, pulling the dildo out as you looked at him, eyes drinking up the messy state he was in. His face was so red, sweat rolling down his forehead as you could tell he was just so hard in his pants. Daryl’s fidgety hands had started to rub his wrists raw against the rope, the pain only adding to his boner. He looked a pure fucking mess. You swelled with pride at that.

Your hands began undoing his pants, pulling them only half down to his knees. For a split second, Daryl thought you were finally going to touch him, even if all you did was grab him through his underwear he just needed to be touched. Instead, he watched as you added some spit to the bottom of your didlo, and suctioned it right onto his muscled thigh, giggling to yourself like a psycho as you straddled it, purposely grinding your dripping cunt on his leg as his wide eyes stared into yours.

You cupped his sweaty face in your hands, wiping it as you just held his face and stared beyond his eyes and down into his soul. He could feel you sink down onto the toy, and watched as your gaze darkened and your eyelids lowered. “You’ve been such a good boy for me Dar. Watching and staying mostly silently. Can you be even better for me and cum without me having to touch your cock?” He desperately shook his head no, traitorous tears pricked his eyes as your pace increased. “Can’t- Need ya- Need ya ta touch m’cock, please mommy I need it so bad” He babbled and you cooed, giving him a warm kiss that he completely melted into.

He always begged so sweetly, and it went straight to your full cunt, however, you had to force yourself not to give in, not when you had already got this far, Your hands moved to grip his shoulders, lifting yourself up and down at a rough velocity, the sound of your ass slapping down on his thigh filled the room and Daryl’s head, his eyes flickered between your face and the way you rode his thigh.

You reached behind you and patted around until you found the vibrator, bringing it to life and pressing it against your clit, the one hand you had still on your boyfriend’s shoulder curled into the flesh, lewd moans pulling from your chest. Daryl felt himself getting dizzy watching you, hair sticking to his forehead and cold pain shooting from his raw wrists. It was so hot, too hot. His vision was beginning to blur, heart pounding so hard he felt like it would come out his chest. His body trembled and he threw his head back when you very lightly pressed the vibrator to his clothed cock, adding fuel to his orgasm as it pumped through his entire fucking soul, tears finally rolling down his cheeks as his cock pulsed itself empty, soaking erotically through the fabric. The toy turned off, and you slowed your hips, watching the way Daryl’s body went limp.

“Very good boy. That’s exactly what I wanted to see, handsome” Your voice was like candy as you whispered in his ear, sighing as you lifted yourself off the dildo with a wet pop, moving to cut Daryl’s hands free as you fully straddled his lap, feeling his release on your puffy pussy. His shaky hands immediately went to your hips, waist, thighs, holy hell your skin felt so good. His poor wrists were red and raw, a small amount of blood forming. “We’re gonna wrap your wrists up. Think your little friend will wanna join us?” You whispered against his lips, pressed down on his soft cock, feeling the cooling cum ooze out from underneath, sticking to your cunt. “If yer talkin’ about m’cock hell yea. Get tha’ fuckin’ dildo off me” He grunted and you realized his legs were also still bound together. You giggled, popping the suction cup off his thigh and stretching to cut the ropes off his ankles.

You moved off his lap so he could finally stand and stretch, kicking his pants completely off and his soiled underwear, which revealed how his cock was dripping in his own release. You were almost on him immediately, falling down onto your knees in front of him. “Your wrists are gonna have to wait a minute”

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

I need to fuck his fucking soul into my body NOW 😾

｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★

#daryl dixon #daryl fanfiction #the walking dead #daryl x female reader #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #twd #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion smut #daryl x you #daryl dixion x reader #norman fucking reedus

225 notes · View notes

boxofshadows · 5 months

Text

How Pro-Heroes would react to y/n getting attacked by a villain and ending up in the hospital

✦Includes: Midnight, Eraserhead, All Might, Ms. Joke✦

A/N: sfw!! requests are open if your fav isn't here! I'll write for anyone~★

Midnight

Midnight is incredibly good at hiding her emotions, I believe. Shes used to wearing a mask 24/7 in her hero role, so when she finds out you'd been hospitalized by a villain, she puts on a mask of levelheadedness. She would feel guilty if you had to comfort her after you'd just been traumatized.

Course, you aren't used to this side of her, so you assume she doesn't care. You end up breaking down and asking if she even cares.

"Of course I care, love, did I make it seem like I didn't?" "I'm so sorry baby, I just didn't want to stress you more."

After that, things smooth out. If you don't mind the eventual scar, she'll make it into a joke and flirt about it. "Y'know, I always thought scars were attractive~" and similar things.

If you don't like the idea of a scar, she offers comfort, and a way to hide it until you're more comfortable. "If you want, I can help you hide it and minimize it."

Shes very affectionate the entire time, she doesn't leave the hospital until you basically force her to go check on your cat and get some actual sleep.

Secretly blames herself for not being able to protect you.

After you get out of the hospital she doesn't treat you like glass, persay, but she does NOT let you do anything against your doctor's orders.

She also helps you sign up for therapy and reminds you that whatever happened wasn't your fault. (Hypocrite much?)

Kisses you and reassures you 24/7

It takes a bit for her to stop blaming herself, but you work together:)

Eraserhead

Most emotional man I know of. "logical" my ass.

Aizawa is immediately at your side. Like he will run across rooftops to get to you. He has NO chill. Part of me believes he gets to the hospital at the same time as you.

Clingiest motherfucker alive. Every ten minutes in the waiting room it's "Can I go in yet?" To the nurses. He doesn't sit down once.

Once he gets to you literally nothing is capable of getting him away from you.

He comforts you whenever you need it, deep down he knows there was nothing he really could've done to get there sooner. He's completely and totally focused on you.

When your other friends get the clear to see you, Joke takes pictures of you and him sleeping in the most awkward position

Brings your favorite blankets and foods

Makes you a playlist of classical music to help you sleep

Anything you need, bro is on it immediately

Once you're released he refuses to let you do anything strenuous. He opens the car door for you, helps you get buckled, etc etc.

He does take the hint when you ask to shower alone, and backs off a bit after that.

He offers to ask Recovery Girl to heal you, and brings you painkillers when you need them.

He understands your paranoia after the incident and helps you learn basic ways to keep yourself safe.

All Might

Would get to the hospital as soon as he could, but knows that you'd want him to stay and finish any responsibilities.

If he's in the middle of something, he finishes it as fast as he can and then gets to the hospital.

He gets there just as you're being taken to a room

Instantly asking if you're okay, if you need anything. The second you say you need something he's on it.

Also a clingy motherfucker

But he knows how to distract you from whatever hurts with dumb jokes and pictures of his student's progress.

Knows how to fill dead air basically. Doesn't really ask about the villain unless you bring it up, just to make sure he doesn't potentially trigger anything.

Listens empathetically when you tell him about what happened.

Offers to get you food, but you're both indecisive so it's just a back and forth of:

"what do you want to eat?"

"idk, I'm good with whatever, what do you want"

"you're the one in the hospital bed, what do you want?"

"you have to go get it, so-"

"fine, (food you hate) it is."

"..."

Won't treat you like glass, he knows what it's like and fuckin hated it.

Still offers to help you though, he just doesn't want to suffocate you

Takes you on drives across the coast to get a break from the city

Ms. Joke

Tries to act like she wasn't worried and knew you'd be fine the whole time

She didnt

She had to call Midnight to calm her down

Makes jokes about you "being apart of the club now" (having been attacked by villains) and then apologizes for what happened

Brings you treats and things to make you smile (comfort items, silly things she saw at the store, etc)

Has Nemuri smuggle your guy's tiny dog in and out like twice

Sits in silence and watches you sleep

Brings you headphones to drown out the annoying beeping

A little over protective afterwards

Clingy, but not Shouta clingy.

"you should go home"

"why, is something wrong?"

"you haven't left the hospital in a week, you clown."

"oh yeah. Oops!"

"..."

"ok ok I'm going!"

Showers, but also washes the exact same clothes and rewears them just to fuck with you "you didn't say I had to change"

"tell me you washed those, em, or you're on the couch and the dog gets your pillows."

"Of course I did!"

338 notes · View notes

melodygatesauthor · 1 year

Note

Hii!! Happy early birthday <3 I hope im not too late. Its still march 12th on my side lol

Could i please request an f reader with steven grant and the prompt “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

A Big Mistake

Steven Grant X f!Reader

Hi Nonnie! Idk why but I pictured brat tamer! Steven when I came up with this drabble. I hope you liked it!

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, brat tamer Steven, orgasm delay, cock warming, creampie, p in v, meanie Steven.

Word Count: 659

It was clear now that you’d made a huge mistake in underestimating sweet little Steven’s knack for brat taming. When you mocked him after a hard day at work, and he told you to watch your tone (in a not so playful way), you didn’t think the eye roll that followed would land you in the position you found yourself in shortly after.

Steven was sitting at the foot of the bed, with you sheathing his erection deep in your slick channel, back leaning against his heaving chest, completely dependent on him for any small bit of friction. Your legs were hanging on either side of his thighs, unable to reach the ground. If he didn’t thrust into you, then you weren’t going to get any of the stimulation that you so desperately craved.

He had one large hand around your delicate throat, and the other was between your legs, two thick fingers just barely brushing against your sensitive clit.

“Steven, please.” You begged with a needy whine to follow, “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, love, it's only been a minute. I need to make sure you learned your lesson, yeah?” He was breathing heavily in your ear.

You nodded, “yeah, yes.”

You sounded so pathetic, not that it mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting Steven to believe that you were sincerely apologetic for the way you mocked and sassed him earlier. You were so wet. Your entire body was sensitive under his touch, all you needed was for him to move…even just a little.

“Good, that’s real good darling.” He hummed while his cock pulsated softly inside of you. “You really think you’re something don’t you? Rolling your eyes at me like that.”

“It was dumb. Mm, shouldn’t have done that to you, I’m so sorry.” You shifted your hips, he gripped you tighter.

Even just that little bit felt so fucking good. You whimpered, feeling so helpless and aching with your dripping arousal. Everything underneath you was so slick. You were shocked he didn’t just slide out.

“That’s enough, I told you to stay still. I can get myself off just thinking about you…” his cock throbbed as though to prove his point, “if you want to be rewarded you’d better behave, right?” You’d never heard Steven’s tone so dark.

“Y-yes.”

“Right, I know you can be good f’me.”

Steven let out a moaning growl that rumbled from deep within his chest. He moved his fingers around your clit, not enough to achieve your release, but enough to make your desire grow. You let out a groan, one that compelled Steven to kiss the soft skin of your neck. You felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“Not gonna have you actin’ like that anymore, like a little brat. I put up with enough shit at work, not gonna have you doing it too yeah?”

You gasped as he started moving faster, “yeah, yes anything you want Steven I’ll do it I promise. I’ll be good.”

“Thought so.” He started churning his hips, the head of his cock rubbed against a spot deep inside you that brought you to the brink within seconds. “You’re lucky it was me you did that to, Jake and Marc wouldn’t have been so forgiving love.”

“Thank you, baby, thank you so much.” You were almost in tears. It felt so good.

“Next time I won’t be so nice, go ahead and let go for me, wanna feel it.” His cock hardened and stilled while he started painting your walls white.

Steven’s moan was rough against your ear. That’s all you needed to reach your own orgasm. Between his dexterous fingers working over your clit, and his thick cock sliding upward into you, you were trembling over him, cunt crashing around his girth in waves. He kissed and licked your neck while you nearly screamed from the sensations coursing through you.

You’d do your best not to upset Steven ever again.

Moon Knight Masterlist

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

#steven grant fiction #steven grant headcanon #steven grant fic #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant #steven grant smut #moon knight drabble #moon knight smut #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fic #moon knight

580 notes · View notes

nightgoodomens · 3 months

Note

Okay strange anon but the sheens and Tennants have been dropping sooo many hints lately it’s genuinley getting to the point where I feel like they don’t really care if anyone knows. Idk if that makes sense but I feel like they’re either building up to actually coming out as some form of poly or something (which still feels unlikely) BUT if they are actually poly that’s four famous adults and about 100 blonde children to all keep something a secret that they aren’t really trying to keep a secret so it’s almost like back for if/when someone does slip up and the polycule tm (however that looks) gets leaked.

I mean Michael and David have been so very obvious from the very beginning but I honestly thought they will never confirm anything.

Look what’s happening at the moment at the mere suggestions - people are being called sick and twisted and not normal just for saying that these two are in love. Fucking hell. People are even finding all the excuses for them being neighbours, they can’t even cope with that.

So I thought no way these two will want to deal with this shit.

But… fuck, something seems to be going on.

Here is my take on when I think things shifted, this is of course a very personal guess, so obviously I might be wrong about this.

So before I get to that certain day - at the time I was only watching things unfold and not commenting on the blog about it apart from dropping a little hint here and there, sorry lovely people who sent me asks then and I didn’t respond, but fuck it, I’m going to talk about it now…

Remember that day GT posted that unfortunate picture of her child and said she was a drunk accident? She bragged about sex.

Remember how Michael went a little insane on Twitter about David then?

Because I remember seeing that and it kind of hit me and I remember thinking… fuck, Michael is jealous. And Michael is no longer happy with being a complete secret.

If I remember correctly, after causing uproar on Twitter that day, he went dead quiet - apart from just showing up quickly the exact moment David was on stage presenting in New York and then he disappeared again.

And things have changed since then.

This is when we started having David talking about Michael, his outfits becoming more obvious, and his behaviour, GT going very hard on queer promo highlighting everything queer he wore, now the outfits being a clear response to Michael’s “Thin Dark Duke”, etc.

December.

Suddenly a private picture of DT and MS.

Suddenly a perfect picture of Michael and David sharing the most special look after Macbeth, like there’s nobody else in the room.

I expected damage control. Surprisingly no.

Instead we got Lapland. One big happy family. In their matching sweaters. And when the general idea was for a photoshoot of Family/Couple/Celeb-on-their-own - we got family and a couple… of Michael and David.

That was a lot within just a few weeks.

And that was PR, official photos. But not the damage control that I expected, instead another nod to the family thing.

Then Georgia starts promoting Anna’s paid for photoshoot and they’re playing wives which is horribly lame to look at because there’s such a lack of real sympathy between them that it only highlights to me how real MS/DT are. But! It does work to show the whole family thing, doesn’t it? It does push the whole we are one big family and nobody is a victim here.

(Also I think they hope she gets a job and goes, considering how miserable Michael looks by her side)

And now we are here. GT dropping on us that they’re neighbours. It’s only beginning of February.

And I see people doing mental gymnastics regarding whether it’s rented or bought and whether door by door… it literally doesn’t matter. At the end of the day the point is the effort to live close to each other.

My opinion though - there’s bigger probability that Michael and David discussed Michael getting something in London and David letting Michael know as soon as a house became available on his street - rather than a house miraculously becoming available to rent by David just when Michael needed it for NYE. Unless David owns another house and rented it to Michael. But - the specifics don’t really matter.

Curious now then… GT just dropped this before Michael’s Graham Norton show and David having something that day too I think?

So… we are either getting damage control next or we are continuing feeding the rumours.

At the moment to me it looks like they want people to realise that there indeed is something going on. Either so if something slips then they go “well… we never hid anything” or there will be some sort of confirmation.

But when I think about confirmation… There’s already been love declarations. What else is there to say?

#NightGoodOmens answers

92 notes · View notes

avisisisis · 21 days

Text

Am I the only one who doesn't really like the way they aged up Astrid in the 2nd and 3rd movies??

Like, don't get me wrong, she's still a great character, and she's gorgeous. But I think that last thing might be the problem

They made her appearance too perfect (especially in the 3rd movie). I mean, she always had some of that in her. She's skinny, blond and has blue eyes and a tiny noae. But in the first movie, she's so much more... human

Look at her. Look at her teeth, specifically. They're imperfect, even if they're still white. Her eyes have a little darkness(? surrounding them, tho idk if that's just a stylistic choice or eyebags

Look at the way her face is built too. She has a somewhat big (not actually big, but bigger than it is in the other movies) forehead and you can see that she has freckles in this picture. When she smiles, her upper teeth show. Her face is more like, uh, the bottom of a heart than circle too. Idk how to describe it

Imperfect teeth, reddish face (though that might just be the lighting), dark spots around her face

Now look at her in here. Her teeth are just... perfect. She's perfect. Her forehead is smaller too, and her skin is completely clear and smooth (when you grow up, your face and body changes, I know that. She still does seem like Astrid! But as far as I know, teeth don't completely change shape as you grow up. Unless you pay to change them or something. And I'm pretty sure Vikings didn't have that kind of stuff)

Her face is a lot rounder too

I mean, compare this

To this

There is a big difference

Now, I don't mind the HTTYD 2 model. I actually like it!! It's not that bad, there's just a few changes in the design that I didn't completely like (same with Toothless)

The second movie's Astrid really does feel like Astrid, even though she's changed from the girl she was as a teen. She may not be the child who tackled Hiccup to protect him from Toothless anymore, but she is still Astrid Hofferson, and it shows in both her appearance and manners

But the HTTYD 3 models are just... not it

Perfect teeth, somehow even smoother skin, beautiful soft-looking hair

I'm not a big fan of how the high quality of HTTYD 3 makes the characters look. Honestly I just don't like the third movie at all

(I do like the smile lines, though. I admit they did a pretty good job with that)

And if you thought the second movie made her head a little rounder, then just look at this

She's a fucking square!! She got the Toothless treatment!!!

ANYWAY-- this is just my opinion, so don't come attack me for it. I just don't like those small things from the second movie and everything about the third movie. Fuck the third movie

#they fucked up toothless too #but i'm gonna complain about that in another post #httyd #how to train your dragon #movies #the hidden world #httyd 3 bashing #thw #astrid hofferson #avis' post

56 notes · View notes

teyamloving12 · 1 year

Text

Lesson Not Learnt

Warning: NSFW content(MDNI), choking, degradation, consental picture taking, dom!Neytiri, dom!Ronal, overstimulation, etc.

Pairing: Neytiri x Reader x Ronal

Synopsis: You still have not learnt your lesson yet you refuse your punishments. Neytiri and Ronal are mad which meant all hell just broke loose.

Request: For story: Continue the segment of the reader flirting with other girls/boys to make Ronal + Neytiri jealous. Neytiri (who’s usually a soft dom) turns rough and drags the reader to their mauri and ties them down + blindfolds them + doesnt touch them until Ronal comes in. She sends a pic to Ronal saying something like (idk something like “she’s wet for these boys and wants to be a whore but not us”). Ronal comes in and helps Neytiri punish them, both of them degrading the reader in the most dark ways. (Kinks the reader has: choking, being spanked, degraded, being used like a toy, size kink, slapped on the cheek). After the reader is fucked out the Ronal stuffs her fingers in their mouth and says they act like a spoiled whore and that they only belong to her + Neytiri. They dont stop and they take pics of each other overstimulating the reader for their camera rolls and put captions on each pic for them to have memories

Read part 1 here

You enjoyed the punishment from two days ago but you didn't really care about what would happen afterwards. You still continued to have your ways with the boys and girls in the village.

Neytiri sat outside of her marūi looking at you lovingly before her eyes widen. Who was the boy you were with? She really tried to talk you over of talking to others besides from her and Ronal. You have not learnt a thing from last time.

You were having your fun in public like you have no shame and even worse it was one of your brother's friends, the very same one she told to stay away from yet you didn't listen at all. You allowed the filthy thing to place his disgusting hands on you.

You allowed him to let him kiss on your soft skin like a hungry animal. She held enough. She walked over to you as you made out the boy on the far corner of the coast. You were so caught up in what you were doing you only heard the clearing of someone's throat in the background.

You looked up only to see a Neytiri who was furious. She pulled you off his lap and proceed to drag you to her marūi. "I'll talk to you later, sweetheart!", you yelled to the boy that still sat on the log. "No! She will not be seeing you anything!", Neytiri yelled back angrily.

You tried to pull your hand from hers but she was way stronger than you. "I have tried to be nice! But it is as if you wish for me to humiliate You!", she yelled in your marūi. You just couldn't stop by a whore, could you? You never eealized she was watching. She pushed you on your bed. Now you're sincerely afraid. You crawled back only to hit your head on the bedframe.

Noticing you were still in shock, she wrapped her hand around your throat. You hit her hand. You were being out of from air, you coughed as you struggled to remove her hands. Neytiri was never aggressive, it was usually Ronal who was rough with you. Your eyes were starting to close. You felt a tight grip on your hands.

You were so shocked you completely forget Neytiri was choking the hell out of you. You started to think of your 'punishment' with Ronal and clenched your legs together attempting to conceal your heat and the wetness from your cunt. She finally released you from her grip, you panted before your eyes widen. It was happening again. You were happy yet knowing Ronal's reaction just sent chills down your spine. "Final piece of the cake!", she said before covering your eyes with a cloth.

You squirmed expecting her to touch you. You were waiting all day and it was not your fault you liked a little action every now and then. You thrusted your hips into the air, a whimper were heard. "I am not touching You! Maybe if you behaved like I asked you to that this was not have happened again!", she scolded. "Such a fucking slut! When you're quiet, your beauty stands out. Throwing yourself out there to every boy that catches your eye, hmm?", she continued.

If she was so angry then how would Ronal react?

Neytiri hated the sky people yet a phone have its advantages. You hear a click after the other, afraid of the sound you shut your legs. Neytiri kissed the back of your thighs and licked the inside of them until they were forced open. She kissed your clit, making you pussy leak like a broken pipe. You hear another click and a vibration.

"Pretty girl isn't wet for us but these nasty boys in the village", Neytiri typed. You were overwhelming by the by the silence until an angry Ronal barged in. Now you were in big trouble! She was way more aggressive than Neytiri could be. No matter how much Neytiri's wrath began to show its true colors, it could never compare to Ronal's.

"Do this is what we do now, huh? I warn you countless times, child and you still did not heed my warning!", she shouted standing over your tied up body. "You are pathetic, that is what you truly are, pathetic! A disgrace to Eywa. ", she continued. Tears stung your eyes as they fell soaking the blindfold. "Please I said I was sorry, I'll never do it again. I'll even stop talking to boys and girls I promise!", you pleaded. She rolled her eyes. No amount of begging could even spare you.

You continuously begged hoping you would be able to change Ronal or even Neytiri's mind but received a harsh slap across the cheek. Ronal crawls down towards tour pussy and literally glared at it. "See? I told you she's not wet for us at all?", Neytiri said softly, cooing you as you sobbed. "Yes I am, I'm not wet for them! It's all You!", you said trying to hold back the tears from being punished again. " What did I say before, tìyawn?", Neytiri asked. "To stay silent.", you whispered. "That's right so shut the fuck up, you know Ronal is not going to show you mercy and as adorable as you are, a punishment is a punishment. It must be done.", she said. You felt her grabbing your erect nipples.

Almost moaning, Ronal spoke out. "Moan and see what happened!", you bit your lip so hard you tasted the bitter taste of your own blood in your mouth. Oh what this woman did to you! She continued to tease your puffy clit making it so hard not to moan. You tried to push her away with your hips but Neytiri just chuckled knowing your legs were already going weak.

Your breath hitched after Ronal bit on your clit hard. Your eyes rolled back, no girl or boy could have made you feel like this. In heaven with Eywa herself. Neytiri kissed your stomach going down to your inner thighs. Ronal pushed her fingers and curled them inside of you. Something in you snapped. Your mind was blank and hour eyes threatened to close from the overpowering yet slow movement of the two women. Neytiri grabs her phone and again you heard the click. You grabbed from the bedframe now unable to think straight. Neytiri looked seeing you like this, it was captivating. She was satisfied.

Ronal grabbed your hips allowing her tongue to slide forward down in your cunt. Her face was full of your juices yet she didn't care. You clenched about your tongue and one last movement allowing to squirt all over her face and the sheets of the bed. You were exhausting, Ronal sat on the side of the bed finally taking off your blindfold.

"You're a spoiled little whore and whores must be taught their lessons. You belong to no one but me and Neytiri! Test me once more and you will not like it!", she said with her fingers soaked in juices in your mouth. This was the last time you heard before passing out on the bed. Neytiri sat down showing Ronal the pictures under her album with beautiful captions of lustful thoughts.

Nothing was wrong with creating new memories and starting over. As for You, you were fucked if caught talking to anyone but the two women that stood before you.

384 notes · View notes

navarice · 1 year

Text

my dearest fellow mdzs stans, i really don't want to spoil anyone's fun but sometimes some things must be said. please do NOT mistake fanon characteristics for canon characteristics because by GOD is it frustrating to dissect a character when all anyone wants to do is blindly turn away from the very vivid and metastasizing flaws.

jiang cheng is an extremely complicated character, and that's why we love him. but by god, he is a jealous, self-victimizing asshole with a massive inferiority complex who likes to torture (probably) innocent look-a-likes of his (as far as he knew) dead adjacent family member. jesus christ this isn't some simple case of miscommunication (well it is but, you know no amount of communication will ever mend the giant chasm that developed between them. especially not with asians raised within the most classical case of asian parenting, i mean come on now) but a matter of deep and intense self-loathing developed since early childhood projecting violently outwards. let me be clear. he hates wei wuxian. he loathes him. he wants to kill him with his own hands again and again so some part of his convoluted sense of justice and superiority will be fulfilled. he's a classist, a bully, and abusive to everyone around him. ong at the end of mdzs, i was nearly crying tears of joy when jin guangyao flayed him flat on his ass bc that man needed to hear it. he needed to feel it. he needed to stop blaming others and blame himself.

and!! he's homophobic!! the entire cultivation world is, yes, but he's the only one we see give wei ying and lan zhan active shit for it!!

point is...his complexity makes him interesting. as a child, he was pretty alright tbh. he was understandably upset when three of his dogs got taken away and he saw his dad give a completely random kid such a gentle hug when jiang cheng never received one so far. he was a kid, and it was sad and helped the readers get a glimpse at the already dysfunctional family dynamics before wei ying came into the picture. as an adolescent/teen, yes he had a lot of unresolved rage and inferiority issues building up when he was constantly being compared to wei wuxian by his mother and not given enough reassurance from his father (once again, all present before wei ying...everyone just likes to dump the shit on him bc it's easier to point fingers at others than at yourself). perhaps he could have turned out differently if literally either of his parents stepped up and took accountability. however, after the burning of lotus pier? after the golden core transfer? after wei ying stuck around as his subordinate just as he promised, and protected jiang cheng like he promised, and defected just to save the yunmeng clan's reputation so jiang cheng doesn't have to put up with the other clan's shit, still continuing to keep his promise? after wei ying's death? idk abt y'all, but all bets are off bro.

mxtx makes it a point to make him so irredeemable. he's an exploration of what can go wrong if you let your traumas, self-hatred, and revenge fantasies blind you. he has the worst traits of his parents for a reason, directly contrasting with the other sibling, who is a perfect picture of eldest daughters born into a dysfunctional family. jiang yanli has the best traits of her parents (in terms of compassion and standing up for her family), but the family dynamics also made her the way she was. the responsible, the mediator, the occasional mother, stepping in where madam yu cannot.

there's just so much potential to hold him accountable buried under the pretense of misunderstandings and kinnie moments. he just had so many chances, more than any other character, to make a different choice. to actually look past his misgivings and unlearn the bad habits he used to protect himself as a child. i'm not saying he has to magically heal from all his traumas, but at the very least know not to be like his parents. but he wasn't written that way. because that is what happens when you give into your insecurities and generational trauma.

bottom line: jiang cheng is a fantastic archetype that needs to be explored in all his authenticity, including his moments of loyalty and cruelty.

317 notes · View notes

billfarrah · 1 year

Note

I've been off tumblr for a few days since season 2 premiered so idk if it's been mentioned before, but here I go anyway.

I love the fight scene between W & S in the changing room in episode 4. Simon not being able to hold back from talking about the Felice thing. Simon trying to come up (lol) with reasons why Marcus is a 'better' option and Wille making it clear he's always accepted and loved Simon for who he is.

But what I find particularly interesting and what I actually wanted to talk about is how Wille is the one to walk away and walk out from their conversation. I think it's the first (and only) time he's the one to leave during a conversation/fight with Simon (if I'm not mistaken). And then Simon's reaction when he leaves and what looks like to be some remorse? is very similar to Wille finding himself alone in the music room in both season 1 and season 2 episode 5.

I just really love this scene and I think it was brilliantly done (like most of this season tbh).

You’re so right. So, so right. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve rewatched that scene lol everyone wilmon scene this season absolutely slapped but this was one of my favourites because this is when their dynamic really, really starts to shift.

Up until this point in the story, it’s been Simon walking away from their fights/interactions and Simon asking for Wille to give him space. At the end of episode 3, we see the beginning of Wille accepting that he has to let Simon go - him wistfully staring at the few pictures he has of them on his phone, his little emo walk to the lake, and his kiss with Felice to try and see if he can replicate his feelings for Simon with someone else, because he’s starting to lose hope.

When Simon finds out about Wille kissing Felice, Wille has already decided he’s going to let him go, and here comes Simon whipping a dodgeball at him and snidely belittling Wille in the locker room. Wille is clearly very tired in this scene; he’s tired of fighting for Simon only to be met with resistance and he’s definitely having none of Simon’s vitriol. Simon kissed Marcus in front of him and now he’s pissed that Wille kissed Felice? Simon’s motivations here are very clear to us as an audience (or at least they were for me) - he’s jealous that Wille kissed someone that wasn’t him and he’s angry because even though he asked Wille for space, deep down, he wants Wille to fight for them, to fight for him, and now it seems like Wille isn’t fighting anymore and that makes Simon angry. He’s purposely pushing Wille’s buttons here - giving reasons why Marcus is better for him when he knows those reasons are complete bullshit, you know he only said “he likes my singing” because that would piss Wille off, Simon absolutely knows how Wille feels about his singing - but his jabs don’t hit the way he wants them to. He goes too far and he ends up really hurting Wille in a deeply personal way - saying he can’t accept Wille for who he is is not a petty jab. That one cut deep, and this time, as you said, it’s Wille walking away. This action from Wille - the I’m done fighting with you and I’m done fighting for you - shapes Simon’s actions for the rest of the episode.

I think Simon’s reaction is a mix of remorse and utter frustration. He’s so conflicted and it’s resulting in him giving off very mixed signals to Wille, which ends up pushing Wille away from him, which is what he claimed he wanted but in reality it’s the opposite. Simon is in love with him, and he knows it - he desperately wants Wille to choose him. You can see this in the locker room scene in episode 2 when Wille says his parents support him and Simon sits down. He was listening! He was hoping in that scene Wille would tell him he didn’t have to be a secret anymore, but was of course disappointed. Simon never wanted Wille to stop fighting for them and that’s why we see him using Marcus to make Wille jealous at the party, and why he panics so much when Wille finally tells him he’s moving on for real. It shakes Simon deeply.

No matter how much he said he wanted space, Simon never truly wanted Wille to let him go.

Ultimately Simon’s arc this season is him trying to keep his integrity and not sacrifice anything for love, and it isn’t until he understands that what he’s asking of Wille will result in Wille needing to make a sacrifice, which he himself was not willing to do (for good reason of course, Simon was right to end things between them in season 1). That’s when his perspective shifted. And even more so following Sara’s betrayal, where Simon really just doesn’t know or understand anything anymore, that’s when he says fuck it, I don’t care, I’m in love with you, I want to be with you, fuck all the rest.

It’s such a beautiful arc and I’m so happy Simon got to experience such a wide array of emotions this season. Omar crushed it.

#young royals #wilmon

427 notes · View notes

megu-meow · 1 year

Note

Oooo I saw you're taking requests rn lol. I hope you don't mind me sending you one.

Can I request Gojo & and the reader having a wedding and having their 1st dance. You can pick any song you like or you think might fit the concept ^^

Idk if this isn't enough info lol let me know if I need to be more specific, I'll do my best to get back to you :D

Hiii! Of course, thank you for sending this in. 🥰

I feel like this makes a lot of sense for me to write, cause I've written about how Gojo decides to propose and also about said proposal before.

I really hope you like it, I know it's a bit all over the place, I'm having a bad ADD day.

Firstly, the only song that popped up in my head upon reading your message was la vie en rose, cause I don't really listen to love songs that are actually happy. It is a beautiful song, a classic may I say so and I feel like it would fit the old money vibe/aesthetic Gojo radiates, in my opinion.

Before his wedding, Gojo has a completely different picture on how things actually go. He has never attended a wedding in his life, it's not an everyday thing among sorcerers and even if it was, he couldn't care less about going to one. So he believes he is the one supposed to walk down the isle, that people are supposed to stand up for him as he walks in and he genuinely expects the crowd to shed tears as he enters wearing his custom made, expensive suit. However, that train of thought is quickly dismissed by Nanami, just a few minutes before the wedding.

He stand kind of disappointed at the end of the isle, muttering things like "he's not appreciated enough" and "no one actually complimented him on his suit yet" but then he spots you and he falls in love all over again. Not because of the dress you're wearing or your make-up that has been done professionally, but because of your smile, the happiness you radiate and warm glint in your eyes. He quickly understands why the bride is supposed to walk down the isle and why that's a big moment in movies portraying such situations. Suddenly, he regrets opting for a small wedding, with only the closest people to you two present, because he wants the whole world to see how perfect you are in that moment and how you will become his forever in mere minutes. He cries too and his students are dying from laughter, the strongest has been rendered soft in an instant.

You decided a long time ago that you wanted to write your own wows and you laugh with tearful eyes as he fishes out a wrinkled paper that has Tom and Jerry printed on the back from the pocket of his dress pants. He explains that he thought about his wows during one of his missions and that was the only piece of paper he could find at that moment.

After the wedding, during the reception he stuffs himself with the delicious food you picked out, when the two of you started organising the whole ordeal he made it clear that he didn't care about the food at all, he trusts your judgement, but the cake must be his duty and oh boy does he go out with the cake. It's massive, decorated nicely with the cliche marzipan figurines of the two of you on top. Nonetheless, it's delicious and you're glad you let him fulfil the dessert duty.

Gojo's mother put him through dance lessons when he was a child, claiming that the heir of the Gojo clan must know basic dances, considering how many formal events he will have to attend in the future. That makes your first dance even more magical, his posture is perfect and he guides you through the steps flawlessly. He keeps you closer to his chest than he's supposed to though, which you don't mind, because he keeps whispering into your ear about how much he loves and cherishes you.

"I love you, Mrs. Gojo!" he says as the song is over, more loudly than before "Hehe, you're Mrs. Gojo now, that's hilarious. You gotta change your sorcerer ID after this. Good luck with that, those idiot higher ups are slower than sloths."

#jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo imagine #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #jjk imagines #gojo saturo #requested

119 notes · View notes

honeyfizzly · 9 months

Text

I'm constantly flipping back and forth wether I should trust tabitha or not because Its really suspicious how protective she is of us, even if we're an complete asshole to her.

Also there's the whole ritual thing going on with the goat, it could be possible that tabitha has ulterior motives and wants us alive because ... well idk a sacrifice seems the most obvious option but whatever she needs done, it seems to hinge on the mc's health.

There's also her connection to Wayne and the death of her mother.

Wayne apparently disappeared at the estate around the same time pearlanne did and pearlanne died of sleep apnea but apparently had no autopsy. I've seen some people propose the idea that tabitha mightve smothered her mother with a pillow, and I think that could check out.

Apparently it's very hard to tell if someone was suffocated with a pillow or not, and often times investigators have to rely on checking fibers near the victims mouth and eyes to idenity what suffocated them, and handprints + finger marks.

You also have to be relatively strong to suffocate someone- which powerful build can say tabitha is surprising strong despite her size (it's if tabitha threatens you and then you push her off)- and most of the time the victims for suffocation are people who would be unable to fight back like children or elderly (I'm not sure how old pearlanne is, but her corpse looks pretty damn old. Since tabitha is in for early to mid twenties iirc, I think I would place pearlanne somewhere in her 50s-early 60s?).

Also it's very clear tabitha did not like her mother, and calls her a monster. So like I feel like it adds up that tabitha is perfectly capable of murder and able to do it again (rip reese) but also at the same time, I have a hard time thinking she's preparing to do something terrible to mc especially if you go down routes where you have a good (or good-ish) relationships with her.

Like, for example with my main mc Mckenna (yes I chose her name cause it had mc in it) I stayed the night at Stella's, hung out with her in the mines and on day 3 but didn't invite her ghost hunting, then when I got threatened in her office on day 4 and had mckenna cry I got a couple very interesting reactions.

(Sorry for not actually having a screenshot and just a picture, my computer is weird. Also one more note, this was when a strike was strong, I'll have to check what happens when the strike is weak but I have a similar relationship with Tabitha still)

This was the interaction I got when I said "im sorry, I know I haven't been the best cousin" iirc and she falt out admits she's jealous of us.

But we can also get this dialogue instead if we ask why she invited us at all if she hated us so much

(Once again sorry for bad pic 💔)

And idk maybe I'm the fool for trusting but that line about being family, and how that still means something to her feels so geninue it makes me doubt she actually intends to harm the mc.

Plus there's other interactions you can get with Tabitha, like if you have a very good relationship with her and question if she's happy in scarlet hollow or not she'll say no, but that she's happy you're here.

And idk, I just feel like somebody who had already planned to stab us in the back from the very start wouldnt be able to open up that much and be that vulnerable with their potential victim.

Also tabitha herself states she didn't want to like us (you get this by hanging out with tabby and calling her hypocritical for giving us such a hard time for living in the city), which of course could be spinned towards the idea that tabitha is planning to backstab us but also at the same time, it's not an uncommon defense mechanism for traumatized people to push away loved ones.

Tabitha has had a very hard life- from the pressure of being one of two scarlets left, having to run a dying coal mine, and the abuse from her mother to then her sudden death (and also her mother maybe possibly killing her ex).

It's very possible alot of her standoff-ness towards the player isn't because she has some malicious scheme, but rather it's her way of coping with the shitty cards she's been dealt in life (like the idea of pushing people away so you won't be hurt if they betray or leave you. It's a toxic mentality to have as it creates a self fulfilling prophecy, but it's a mentality some people have nonetheless).

I rambled alot but those are just some of my thoughts about tabitha. It's obvious she's gonna do something weird with that goat (my first idea is a sacrifice), but I'm not entirely sure wether she intended to betray the mc or not from the beginning (I lean towards not but I can still see a situation where she didn't intend to betray the mc from the start, but does so later depending on your relationship with her).

#not really sure if to call this a theory as its just a ramble about my thoughts LOL #speculation ig #scarlet hollow #scarlet hollow tabitha #tabitha scarlet #tw lots of talk about suffocation and death

80 notes · View notes

sunshiline-writes · 8 months

Text

Drabble: Eat Your Heart Out

UH... yeah I had a rough week and decided to take it out on a nameless whumpee. Enjoy! this is REALLY FUCKED please heed warnings

CW: Autocannbalism!!!!!, GORE!!!!, Sadistic whumper, implied drugging, restraints, scapels, ummm medical whump?? kinda?? maybe?? idk?? general fuckedupness of my drabbles I guess. __

They were strapped down, wrists, ankles, knees, waist, neck and forehead all held by soft leather straps. The irony of it was that whumpee wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable. They just wanted to be able to move. But everything seemed fuzzy, they tried to remember why they were here, but couldn’t quite paint a clear picture. They had been walking to their car.. and then everything went black. Now they laid here, staring at an artificial light that seemed all too bright. Everything was too bright and the smell of cleaning supplies burned their nose. It wasn’t enough to wake them from the dreamlike state they were in. It was all a bit too unreal for them to truly register. They closed their eyes for a second and when they opened them again, someone stood over them. “Hello Whumpee. Remember me?”

Whumpee thought hard and forgetting their restraints tried to shake their head. “Oh that’s okay darling, I figured it would be hard for you. You and I met a long time ago. Once. You said that you would wait for me.” Whumper moved from Whumpee’s line of sight and they tried desperately to remember what they were talking about. The thoughts in their mind moved slowly and they whimpered slightly.

“Please.. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Where am I? What..” They were cut off when something cold touched their lips. It took them a second to realize that it was a scapel. Whumpee’s lips remained firmly closed. Even as Whumper, slid the flat of the blade against their lips, down their chin, neck and stopping in the middle of their sternum. “Shhhh,” whumper cooed, “Shut up. You were supposed to wait for me, you were supposed to love ME forever and ever. I was only gone for a year. Prison was so hard. But you.. you got me through. The thought of you.” “Please I have no idea who you are!” “SHUT UP,” the yell startled whumpee into silence and they felt tears burning at their eyes, “You can pretend all you want. But I know you remember me. I know it. You broke my heart whumpee.”

“I don’t know who you are! You crazy son of a-“ The scapel dipped into the skin with a fierce sting, just over their heart. The cut curved and slid down. Whumpee cut themselves off with a scream. Fighting uselessly against the restraints. The scapel cut deeper, probably through about an inch and blood flowed down Whumpee’s chest, as they screamed until their voice was raw. “You were always so loud,” whumper said absentmindedly, “never shut up.” Whumper dug the scapel in again on the opposite side, curving and then down at a diagonal until it reached the other gorge in their chest. They cut again and again until it was deep enough.

Whumpee screamed the whole time. Panting heavily as each breath brought new waves of pain through them. “please.. whatever I did, im sorry.. im so sorry.” “You’re not sorry. You’re just in pain,” Whumper said as they liked the flat of the scape, humming with satisfaction. “Yes, now, this next part will hurt, but just try and stay awake.” Whumper grabbed an edge of the cut they had made, the abstract heart on their chest, lifted slightly and with a look of determination, began to cut under the skin. Whumpee screamed and sobbed as the scapel worked under the skin, sliding easily through the layers. Until the skin was held up by whumper, completely away from their chest where it was supposed to be. Waves of revulsion, nausea and pain ran cold through whumpee as they fought not to vomit. “P-Please… stop..”

“No I don’t.. think I will. You know.. this is a very sad rendition of how you made me feel when you left me to rot. When you went off and got with someone new while I was away. Now.. now I want you to eat you fucking heart out.”

“No.. No no..” Whumpee screamed in a panic, sinking against the restraints but they couldn’t turn away. Not even clamping their mouth shut could help. Especially when Whumper, clamped their nose closed with their bloody fingers. Forcing them to open their mouth to breath. As soon as their mouth opened in a gasp. Whumper shoved the heart shaped skin in their mouth and slammed a hand over whumpees mouth. “There we go. Now you know how it feels huh?”

They just tasted blood and they retched as the skin felt loose and soggy in their mouth. “Eat it whumpee. Or we do this again and again and again until we get it right.”

Whumpee swallowed, and whumper tsked in disappointment. “You were supposed to chew.” They released the hand from their mouth and the retched, trying to keep down the growing sense of nausea. “Lets try this again.”

The scapel stung as they carved just over their ribs.

-- thinking about making a taglist for my dribbles. lemme know if you want me to add you!!

#whumpblr #whump #whump blog #sunshine drabbles #sunshine writes whump #autocannibalism #carving #scapels #GORE #cw: gore #gore #sadistic whumper #implied drugging #blood #violence #really gross descriptions lmfao

59 notes · View notes

prideflagcontest · 1 year

Text

Disclaimer: this is not about the identities but the beauty of the flag I want do do a flag contest similarly @flagwars but only with pride flags (idk if this has been done before but anygay)

Rules:

round one is finished, aroace won

round two: submissions closed, I’m working on the bracket

My contest my rules I don’t argue

In poll posts I try to put the identity in the image description thing in case it’s not clear which is which

submissions are in my askbox since the google thing isn’t working for me (i’m dumb lol)

No pride flag is automatically submitted

I won’t publish who submitted a flag because I don’t care and I’m definitely not going to out anyone who doesn’t have on anonymous asks to anyone, I don’t know most of you anyway and I’m not a monster

I accept gender and sexuality flags

I don’t accept disability, neurodivergent or mental illness flags because it would make my task unnecessarily more complicated and not because I don’t support those groups or don’t see their flags as pride flags

I don’t accept mashups with a fucking rat why do five people want that (I’m banning all little pictures of animals and characters on pride flags except if they are an actual part of a pride flag)

You can’t correct my choice of flag anyway because only satan can edit polls but if you submitted it and I did something wrong you may complain in the notes of that post or something. additionally if I got the name wrong, just correct me in the notes and i’ll tag it correctly

I won’t argue about the existence of any identity

If I didn’t notice a really offensive flag it may be eliminated by me only with solid reasoning (or the votes idk)

I don’t publish the number of submissions or propaganda because I don’t have it anymore

however: you are encouraged to put propaganda in the tags or comments and give all of them nicknames or whatever as long as you do not: hate on people who didn’t vote the same, send death threats to anyone, claim that an identity of which the flag is competing against your favourites is invalid anyway, … (just anything inappropriate)

if you break the previous rule I will exclude the flag you want to win and probably block you or something, if it happens more than twice I’m calling this off

New rules will be added here

the first bracket (open it up for better quality and all that)

the bracket of the second round one:

#poll #polls #tumblr polls #lgbt #lgbt pride #lgbtqia #lgbtqplus #lgbt+#lgbtqia+#gay #lesbian pride #pride flag #prideflagcontest #flagwars #flags #flag #prideflagwars #finished contest

141 notes · View notes

goldenbloodytears · 27 days

Note

Do u think Danny would be okay with having his SO be his partner in crime. I feel like it really depends but I think he would be open to it as long as like he was still the one calling the shots you get me? Been thinking about this one all day 😭

An ask in my ask box! Oh boy! Thanks Anon :) So this is actually a concept I've been toying with for a while in relation to the magnum opus fanfic I've had brewing in my head for five years. Gonna put a read more since this got long thanks to my rambling; warning for brief mention of partner murder.

Edit: changed some wording for clarity.

I don't think he would react well to an SO knowing his secret in a regular situation unless he was dead certain this person isn't going to betray him. So, obviously, becoming his partner in crime is going to involve blackmail. If his SO accidentally or purposefully kills somebody? Does some other crime or horrible thing they don't want revealed? That's going to be used. I think there's also just the inherent threat of personal harm... But I don't see him doing that unless pushed into the situation--I think if something did result in the death of the SO he would be sad about it... like very angry sad. Look what you made me do kinda. Like somebody just took a toy away from him. I don't really subscribe to yandere style headcanons for him personally, but I definitely think he is possessive.

Anyways back to my point... I think Danny would enjoy having somebody know. I think it must be lonely and a little isolating the way he lives... and humans are social creatures.

I think when it comes to his SO acting as a partner in crime, doing murders... my personal headcanon on the matter is he's... rather into it? I don't think he would go out of his way to influence somebody into murder/violence (what is he? his old man? lol) but I think there's a kind of... appreciation for a display of strength like that. Even if it was an accident. He's gonna clean the blood of them and it's the most sensual experience he's ever had--his head is gonna SPIN! I actually think he would be completely caught by surprise, like discovering a kink you didn't know you had (I mean that's exactly what it is, let's be real) He's been formed into this person to be okay with violence and it's not something he really gets to share/experience with people. He's not a veteran so he can't share "war stories" of his experiences, the closest he would get to this kind of thing for the average person is maybe hunting... but there's a keen difference in hunting a human than, say, a deer? I think having an SO as a partner in crime would be... like toxic good for him... I'm assuming the SO is a willing partner in crime. I can see him really enjoying somebody gassing up his ego (totally tempted to make a Harley/Joker comparison here). HOWEVER, I do think he would be an absolute pain in the ass about his works, his stories... I don't see him sharing Ghost Face with somebody, so it would be convincing him to either change gears to something else, or putting up with that.

One change I could see happening is having the SO, if they have writing chops or come from a journalism background, taking over the paper-writing/reporting aspect. The original background in-game (not the tome) mentions that some of the articles he's kept were not written by him, so as much as I feel like this is still an imperative part of his modus operandi, it's clear he still takes a nice fat dopamine hit for the sake of his ego from other people writing about him too... and therefore I could see him being flexible with it, because if the SO is his partner in crime, he can still influence what they write--he just doesn't have to work double shifts anymore LOL

Is it too cracked up to make a joke about Danny and his partner-in-crime SO getting a house in some random town and posing as a totally normal man and his spouse by day but then murdering people by night? IDK you decide. I'm kinda just picturing that one song by the Mountain Goats.

#danny johnson #dbd ghostface #dead by daylight #ghostface #danny jed olsen johnson #headcanons #ghostface x reader #ghostface x oc #ghostface x you #partners in crime AU

18 notes · View notes

messedupfan · 1 year

Text

Benefits of Car Troubles | Part 3

Summary: Who is the baby daddy?

A/N: This honestly doesn't have to be canon to this story, Idk how I feel about it but I hope y'all enjoy!

Masterlist | All Stories Taglist | 1 & 2

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Babe?” You hear your fiance call you from the other room. You set down the picture of the two of you on the shelf you had just put up in your new house. The two of you had got it together and you were thrilled to finally be unpacking everything you've moved in.

“Yeah?” You walk into the room that will be her space to herself and stop wide eyed at the door.

“How does this look?” Teddy stands in front of you, naked and biting her finger nail. A little shy about her stunt to get your attention.

“I, uh, I, wow,” you clear your throat to move your eyes from her body to look her in the eyes and beam at her. “Amazing,” you step further into the room to hold her in your arms and kiss her. “Gosh, I love you so much.”

There is a tap on your shoulder and you turn around to find Leigh standing behind you, completely naked. “What about me, baby?” You smirk as you turn around to kiss her as well.

“Of course, I have love for you too,” you have a hand on the back of each woman. Then you feel a tug on your belt and you stop kissing Leigh to look down and there is her husband.

Matt is undoing your belt and unbuttoning your jeans. “What about me?”

“Ah!” You gasp as you shoot up in the bed. You sigh in relief, finding yourself alone in your bed. You check your phone for the time and toss it back on your nightstand with a groan. You throw the remaining covers off and get up so you can jump in the shower.

The dream haunts you throughout your morning. It felt so real and it was so vivid. You bring it up to Teddy who bursts out laughing at the idea of being engaged to you of all people. You begin to feel slightly offended and ask her what's so funny about the idea. “You do know that I only date women, right?” She says as she slams the hood of a car shut.

“Technically, I don't have a gender so,” you point out.

“True, but you do have a sex that apparently gets you into a lot of trouble. Which is a deal breaker for me, sorry hun.” She pats you on the back as she walks by you to inform the owner of the vehicle she's done. You shake your head as you watch her walk away. No, she wasn't your type and you weren't really interested in exploring that possibility with her, but it still hurts to be shut down. “Have you heard back from that by the way?” She asks once she returns.

“Not in a few days since I asked for a paternity test,” you say as you tighten a part in the engine. “I have a right to know for certain, y'know? But no, I should 'love this baby regardless,' which I don't know… maybe she's right.”

“Hold the fuck on, Y/n. She's refusing to get a paternity test done and expects you to stick around if it's not yours?!” You avoid her eye contact at much as possible but she didn't need you to look at her to know her statement was correct. “That’s such bullshit! What if the roles were reversed, huh? What if you knocked someone else up but claimed you wanted her? Would she stick around? Would she love that baby regardless of who the mother was?”

“Stop, Teddy, just… stay out of it. Okay? Forget I said anything,” you toss your tools on the cart and tell her to finish the job as you walk off to your office. You sigh and flip through order forms and other nonsense paperwork as you try to find another way to distract yourself from the mess that is your life.

Who is the biological father of Leigh Shaw's baby?

That seems to be the only thing anyone could talk about lately. At least those that knew about the situation in full. Which wasn't a whole lot of people, but it felt like the whole world knew. You drop your pen on your desk after spending a few minutes clicking it obnoxiously and bouncing your leg. You needed to talk to Leigh and you needed to do it now.

You get in your truck and drive to where she works. Her lunch break would occur any minute now and you were going to wait outside for her. You didn't want to argue, you just wanted to see her first. You wanted to apologize, you wanted to tell her that you don't care what the results come out to be but that you deserve to know. So does her soon-to-be ex-husband. But explain to her that you still love her and that child no matter what.

However, when you do see her. She is laughing with a coworker as he walks her to her car. And before she opens her car door, he kisses her cheek. “Oh fuck this,” you say stepping out of your truck to confront who might be the third potential sperm donor of Leigh's baby.

The guy is gone before you get to her car and you want to believe that what you saw isn’t what you think you saw but… It was getting harder and harder to remain rational when it came to Leigh. “Hey you,” you call out, catching her before she shuts her car door. She closes the door and you run to the window. “Leigh, please,” you beg through the glass. Failing to come up with anything else to say you knock on the window to get her to look at you. She turns on the car and you back away with a sigh, ready to give up. But then she rolls down the window.

“Come here to slut shame me some more?” She snaps at you.

You shake your head, “You’re not a slut. That’s not why I asked you for a paternity test.” You try to reason with her but she looks like she still doesn’t want to hear it. “How are you and the baby?” You ask as you lean against the car.

“What do you care? You don't even think she's yours,” Leigh says as she turns the car off. Letting you know she wants to hear what you have to say. It fills you with some relief. But not much.

“Leigh, that's not fair. I do care about you and about the baby,” you open her door and get on your knees. “I need you to believe that,” you plead as you timidly put your hand on her stomach. With a frown, she allows you to touch her. But she refrains from touching you. She doesn’t even look in your direction but she allows her eyes to cast down to your hand. “I do care no matter what the results are. I will love you and this baby regardless. I just, I have to know. I have a right to know.” Leigh takes a deep breath as she thinks. She puts her hand on your head and mindlessly plays with your hair. You lean your head against her side as she does. “So does your husband,” you continue. “Especially if it complicates your divorce and starts a nasty custody battle.”

Leigh scoffs at the thought of Matt fighting her for custody over a child he never wanted to exist. “He never wanted kids,” she says after you've made a good point about your concern for the paternity of her baby. “And I haven't slept with him since I started seeing you,” Leigh admits, causing you to snap your head to look at her face as she tells you what you've wanted to hear. “Believe me when I tell you, this baby is a hundred percent yours. There was never a doubt in my mind.��

Your eyebrows knit together, “So, why did you ignore me all week when I asked? Why couldn't you have told me this sooner?”

Her hands stop moving in your hair, she moves her fingers to your cheek to trace your features. “Because, it made me feel like a whore. Like I was guilty of something I didn't do. Like you think of me as this woman that sleeps around so much she doesn't know who got her pregnant. Like you don't trust me.”

“I’m sorry, my love. I never wanted to make you feel that way. That wasn't my intention at all. I wanted to avoid you and the baby getting hurt during the divorce if it turned out that she wasn't mine.”

Her lips quirk up in a soft smile. “I’m sorry I overreacted.”

“It's okay,” you grab the hand she still has on your face and you bring her palm to your lips. “I forgive you. Can we promise to not ghost each other from now on when we're upset? No matter how upset we get with each other, please?”

She nods, “I can do that. I promise.”

“Pinky promise?” you hold up your pinky with a childish grin that she adores.

A blush appears on her cheeks as she reaches out with her pinky, “I pinky swear to stop ghosting you.”

From there you offer to accompany her for lunch, which she happily accepts. She tells you where to meet her and you kiss her before leaving for your truck. The two of you share a nice meal together. Talking about important things like letting you know when she has an appointment to monitor the baby and that she is planning to live with her mother and sister until the divorce is finalized. You still offer her to move in with you but she declines. It hurts but you have to remind yourself that it’s not about you.

“So…” you drop your napkin after wiping your mouth. Part of you doesn’t want to ask your next question but you have to know. “I saw a guy kiss your cheek before I caught up to you,” she focuses her eyes on the food in front of her. “Can I ask who he is?” She sighs through her nose as she chews her food and then she drinks her soda. You clench and unclench your jaw as you wait.

“Do you trust me,” she counters with a raised eyebrow.

“I do, I just,” you exhale loudly and run your fingers through your hair. “Forget it, I guess.”

Leigh softens a bit and she reaches across the table for your hand, “Baby, I love you. That’s just my coworker. There’s nothing to worry about with him, he’s happily married to his husband.” You nod your head and smile at her as you squeeze her hand.

The time of her lunch hour ending nears and the two of you are kissing goodbye in the parking lot of the restaurant. You ask if she can come over tonight and she invites you to have dinner with her family instead. Surprised you accept the invitation and return to the shop with a wide grin on your face.

“Let me guess, y’all are talking again and y’all fucked in the car,” Teddy says as a comment to your change in mood. “But you still don’t know who’s baby that is!”

“Actually Teddy-Betty-Bear, the baby is mine and no we did not fuck in the car. Also, I’m formally being introduced to her family tonight!” You happily correct her.

“Wow, that’s great,” she crosses over to give you a hug. “I’m so happy for you, Y/n. This isn’t how I would have imagined you starting a family but I’m still proud of you.”

“Oh, you mean that in all the time you’ve known me you didn’t think I was going to become a homewrecking adulterous whore and then get a kid out of it? Do you know me at all?” The two of you share a laugh and then the both of you get back to work when another co-worker passes by and gripes about being the only person that actually works around there.

After closing the place down you shower and get dressed for dinner. You constantly check the time to assure yourself that you’re running on time. You stop by a florist to pick up a few different bouquets. One for Leigh, for her mother, and even one for her sister. Hopefully she doesn’t stomp on this one. You are a little nervous when parking your car outside of their house and you adjust your tie a few times before climbing out of the car.

When you finally knock on the door you look at your phone to make sure you haven’t missed any important messages from Leigh. There was only one text message informing you that Jules’ long time girlfriend would be joining the dinner as well. You don’t think much of it until the door is opened. Your heart drops at the sight of the woman you had slept with several months ago to get over Leigh standing in front of you.

Taglist: @madamevirgo @wqndanat @thisischaismagic @artisannat @olsensnpm @evenbeingcrazy1998 @bentleywolf29 @awkwardmandalorian @agaymilflover @sayah13 @princessprudy @likefirenrain @tearsofglitter @feltlikethat @piningismymiddlename @the-writer-arcane @abimess @diaryoflife @natashasilverfox @karsonromanoff @lovelyy-moonlight @red1culous @jovialsublimecomputer @natasha-maximoff @iliketozoneout @doudouneverte @aloneodi

#leigh shaw imagine #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw #sorry for your loss #leigh shaw x y/n #leigh shaw x you #benefits of car troubles #messedupfan #sorry for your loss imagine #fanfiction #fanfic

198 notes · View notes