#now will not respond with the password to the account

[lady-lycany]

Since I sadly didn't just experience one account-loss in the last years, I started to write down all accounts I like and follow. First everything on youtube, now I work myself through all my insta accounts and after that I'll write down all tumblr accounts. At least I can make sure, that IF I should lose an account again (what I really dearly wish to NOT happen again) I know at least who to follow again (if the people haven't changed their username lol)

#I already lost my facebook profile #and instagram account #and the youtube account due to me forgetting the password :') #the Facebook one was because I used it so rarely that I didn't notice #that they wanted to see a pic of my identity card and since I didn't respond they blocked me #and then the loss of my first tarantula account cuz someone kicked me out for whatever reason #still the saddest loss I had. there was the whole journey of how I met my bestie and it's all gone now

[bagheerita]

I finished cross posting all my AFF fics to AO3 and apparently I've written over a million words. 😳

#my writing #dont read them theyre not good. i was going to try to do some editing but #AFF botched my password reset and hasn't responded to emails so im shut out of my account and annoyed. so now im just done with them #ok i wish AO3 had a way to post a multichapter fic all at once. posting each chapter individually is a PITA #i think i just broke AO3. the site kicked me off before I could post the last chapter

[sunflower-lilac42]

✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐭 | trevor zegras ♔

summary: when the news is out between trevor and jack's sister, things take a turn for the worse.

warnings: media, being exposed

published: 3/25/24

notes: two fics in one day? one week? I'm a changed person. this is very based off of red, white and royal blue because i love that movie with my whole soul. it's so good, i highly recommend it. anyway, this is it for the fics i had planned so I'm going to focus on my three au's for the rest of the week but if another fic comes out don't be surprised. let me know if you want a part two because i would be glad to write it | add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist!

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Nothing was how it should be. They were supposed to be careful, they were careful. They were only seen together when it would make sense for them to be together; when he was in town for a game, when he was supposed to be hanging out with her brothers, or when he had a game against the Devils or the Canucks. And when they were seen together, they made sure everything was strictly platonic, no hand touches, no stolen glances, no nothing.

However, maybe they should’ve accounted for the fact that one, her friends were journalists, and two, her friends weren’t really her friends in the first place. They had a few classes together in college, back when she was still undecided, but despite that? They only found her interesting because of her last name and who shared it.

Somehow she was too predictable, her password was as basic as it got. It was the day Trevor asked her to be his girlfriend, they’re anniversary. It was the best day of both of their lives but now it was the root of all their problems. It wasn’t the biggest scandal on the dance floor, there were things much worse going on in the NHL and the world in general. No one would care about this besides the Zegras and the Hughes families and the girls who were too obsessed with hockey players and their relationships for their own good.

She was studying abroad in England this past year and she couldn’t help but fall in love with it. She had decided to extend her stay into the fall semester, not wanting to go back home. This sort of worked in her favor, she was 3,444 miles from Jack and Luke and 4,632 miles from Quinn. She was in a different time zone, country, and continent than them. All she had to do to avoid them was not answer her phone. 

She was good at that, blocking out social media and her phone as a whole. Growing up the sister of hockey players and her mom being who she was in the hockey world, she got used to the hate and backlash she got from not wanting to do hockey. Her phone was shut off and thrown into her desk drawer. Her friends tried to comfort her but were to no avail, she was too worried about what other people thought about it.

Not only had pictures of them been put out into the world but their text messages as well. However, she couldn’t remember a time she left her phone unattended. She hadn’t spoken to Trevor in two weeks, she hadn’t spoken to anybody besides her roommates in two weeks. She had seen a couple of articles and videos that were spreading, the one of Trevor’s interviews where he was addressing the situation was not only the biggest one but the most recent one. 

It was before the game, that the reporter had asked him about how everything in the media that was speculating had impacted him and his play. To which he responded with, “Y/n and I are together and have been since the beginning of the season. And whether people choose to support or hate it, isn’t my problem nor my business. We’re happy and hope everyone can support that decision and respect our privacy. I fell in love with a girl who happens to be related to my best friend. How is this affecting my mindset? I wouldn’t say it has, I’m still planning, and Greg still thinks I’m playing as best as I can and even better. I’m worried about her, that’s for sure. She hasn’t had the best track record with the media.”

He said a few more words, none of which mattered to y/n. She wasn’t sure if she cried more because of what he said or the situation. She curled up on the chair in the corner of the room, reading a book. Her friends looked at her sadly, they hated the fact that she had gone back to her reserved nature. 

Trevor on the other hand was acting like it wasn’t bothering him, he couldn’t hide himself from the media or anything really like she could. But, it was eating him alive. He didn’t know if she was okay or if something had happened or if she was ignoring him. He was too desperate to know if he was okay so he attempted to reach out to all three of her brothers but he got nothing back in return.

It wasn’t until Mason walked into his room with his phone in hand, “I called her friend for you.”

Trevor looked at him with wide eyes, “What?”

“Thank me later.”

Her friend had been walking up the stairs to their apartment when she got the call from Mason, they had met when y/n and Trevor took them along on a trip to ensure that no rumors would start. She had practically run the rest of the way and bolted into the apartment. She walked over to y/n and handed her the phone.

She reached out for it and held it up to her ear, “Hello?”

“Baby!” 

Her voice stuck in her throat along with the sob that had been forming for a while. “Trevor? Oh my god, are you alright?”

“I’m hanging in there. Are you okay?”

She paused, “No. No, I’m not okay.”

“You know what, I’m coming to London tonight. Just hold on until I get there.”

“Hurry please.”

And just as he promised, 8 hours later he was standing in her apartment, opening his arms for her. She ran into them once she heard him call out and buried her head into his chest. Trevor sunk to the floor with her, his back pressed up against the wall, “It’s okay. I’m here. I got you.”

He could feel her body racked with sobs and he couldn’t help but start crying himself. He had torn himself apart these past two weeks as he waited to hear from her and knowing how much she had been in pain had hurt him. He picked her up soon after and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. He crawled in next to her and wrapped his arms around her once more.

“Have you heard from your brothers yet?”

“Not a word. Not that I have checked my phone since the article came out.”

He frowned at her, tightening his hold, “Sometimes I wonder if part of their acceptance is just to forget it ever happened in the first place.”

This made him laugh a little as he pulled back to look at her. He moved the piece of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. His face changed when he realized that her small smile had turned back into a frown, “I feel so lost. They used to adore me, used to protect me, but now. It feels like they just wish I never existed.”

“Hey, they still love you.” She just blinked at him, “I’m sure if you looked at your phone they would just be wondering if you were okay.”

“I liked your speech, it was very put together.”

He smiled at her, “It made me very proud to be your girlfriend.”

“Hey, I’m always proud to be your boyfriend.”

She giggled and kissed his cheek, “You know what I mean you dork.”

“Speaking of boyfriends and girlfriends. Did you know Mason and Lia were dating?”

She perked up, “No! When did that happen?”

“Apparently-”

“Hey.”

The two turned and looked at Lia, “What’s up?”

“Your brothers are here.”

𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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[raccoonspooky]

How different slashers would react to the Babygirlification of themselves on tumblr dot com.

(Slashers included: Patrick Bateman, All 3 Sinclair brothers, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Freddy Krueger.)

Nsfw! Extremely stupid dumb! This is x reader format!

Patrick Bateman:

He saw an edit of himself in cat ears and he proceeds to PUNCH his windows 98 behemoth of a computer. It hurts his knuckles and it's YOUR fault. You've made an enemy on this day. He proceeds to stalk your account and googles repeatedly on dialup internet, ur blog name and "location". Patrick also attempts logging into your tumblr but he’s maxed out the password guesses. He wants to go to a lan cafe in hopes of using every computer to try and log into your tumblr. Somebody tell him that’s not really a thing anymore. 

Bo Sinclair:

Loves it. Loves every single post talking about how hot he is, he's absolutely jerking off to the posts. Then he sees (1) post about how he's peggable and then he sees another post calling him babygirl and then he's lost his boner and is seethingly, barkingly upset. Like what's WRONG with yall! Who raised you!!

Vincent Sinclair:

He's flattered by the fan art, shy to look at anything that shows his face. Vincent doesn't get the babygirl thing at all. Is he supposed to be offended by it? You're not bullying him, are you? He reads some post about you wanting to suck his soul out of his dick and wanting his body to compact like a capri sun and his hands are genuinely shaking as he closes the website. That's enough internet for the rest of his life.

Lester Sinclair:

Squinty eyed, mouth sorta hanging open, Lester reads some post about how he's "skrunkly" and he definitely gives good head. He kinda rubs his mouth and sniffs, trying to decipher all of this internet lingo. Lester understands about 30% of it but he gets the general idea that you think he's super cute and that just makes him feel like he's walking on sunshine. Talk about an ego boost! Not only would you WANT him to eat you out, but you're writing dirty things on the internet about it? Lester feels like he's a million feet tall and he's been spraypainted gold.

Brahms Heelshire:

Loves!! it!! Post anything about him and that's like a marriage proposal smh. He's a little embarrassed about the sheer amount of thirst, but he's been up for like 48 hours red eyed just reading content and looking at fanart of himself. He sees some post about you wanting to give him a hug or hold his hand or something and he's just feeling REAL lonely. He wants that SO bad. Call him babygirl all you want, if that's your pet name for him, then it's his favorite thing that he's ever heard. You want him, don’t you? You’re not just SAYING he’s babygirl right? You mean it right? Right?

Billy Loomis:

Your inbox is exploding with awful, mean messages. The anon is calling you a slut and a whore and blah blah blah, he's sending long-winded paragraphs about how you should watch what you say online and he's gonna kill you. Why's Billy doing this? Oh because you wrote a fic about eating his ass and how he’d cum in less than a minute untouched and whining. You called him a poor little meow meow and reblogged some vid of a ghost face cosplayer in all pink dancing to an annoying pop song. Billy’s a very eloquent writer when it comes to his lengthy descriptions of how he’s gonna cut you to pieces.

Stu Macher:

Every single post about a generic ghostface, Stu just decides to think that's about him. There's fanart of ghost faces in cat ears, in skirts, in hot pink slutty outfits and he thinks every single one is great. He's obsessed with the fanfare! Stu’s obsessively searching his name, reading all the thirst out loud to anyone who will listen. He read your post about how his dick must be massive and he's tried to DM you a dick pic but tumblr auto-flagged it and now his account is pixelated and marked as nsfw. He also responds to every single ghost face thirst post with a bunch of emojis and it's kinda spammy. U accidentally block him.

Billy Lenz: 

To Billy, the word babygirl is stupid, thinks that all the piggy whores must be incredibly stupid and slutlike to call HIM babygirl. But! He’s very entertained by the fanart, Billy likes all the art that makes him look like a weird little creature. He responds to things here and there, but it's mostly keysmashes and corrupted text. No matter how soft or well-intentioned your posts are, you proceed to get spammy comments from a blank account, things like D̷̫̪͓͚͌̿̔ư̷̬͈̻̠̫͂̈́̒ṁ̴̧̛̭̩̼̌b̴̢̝̘̜̒̈́̏ ̴͎̻̩̓͝w̴̨̮͎̘̘̋̿̎͛̋h̶̪͎̳̗̉̈́̕͜͝o̵̝͔͛̄̏͐̚r̶̢̥̦̺͆̌e̵͔̩̫͂!̶̳̺̖͈̽͒̓̾́  and P̶̡͉͕̳̞͆̎̇̕ḯ̸̡͓̮̬̈̋̍g̴͉̅̎g̶̱̥̀̕y̵̡̝͇͘ ̶̛̖̔̀͂̂s̸̨̈́͂̕l̸̘̈́̈͘͝ǘ̶͚͓͎͆͋̒t̷̥̺͑̾͗!̶̜̹̗̌́ . The text is so corrupted you can’t even tell that he’s insulting you? Thankfully the comments and messages cease in a week or so because Billy drooled so much onto his laptop that the entire thing shorted out.

Bubba Sawyer: 

He’s giggling squealing grunting. Dude sees edits of his face where he’s got pink blush and flowers on his head, he thinks that he looks very pretty!! He’d very much like any of those silly costumes that he’s been drawn wearing. Dress him up, do his makeup! He’ll love it! You made some post about how you think he’s so big and handsome and he’d be so nice to cuddle and his hands are so big compared to yours, Bubba read it over and over and over. Somehow, he accidentally posted a very blurry photo to his blog with a keysmash username and tumblr removed his blog because of gore. This is very distressing for him lol.

Thomas Hewitt: 

After reading approximately (1) post about wanting his juicy fat man tits in your mouth, Thomas is suddenly very aware of the way his body is shaped. He’s been called a big, hulking freak for so long that he never thought at someone would be attracted to the way he looks. Slowly and using his finger to trace the words, he reads a LONG-WINDED thirst post about himself. There's several comments agreeing. Each comment is dirtier than the last. These are words he's never really comprehended before and this is honestly a little overwhelming. Then he reads a post about how you think he’s PRETTY and he’s very babygirl. This out of everything makes his face get hot and he’s done with the internet for now. He’s got a lot to think about.

Freddy Krueger: 

One of your posts was making fun of him for being a dirty old man. You really should’ve kept your mouth shut about that. He’s seen enough on your blog to really put together a grand ol plan on how to really fuck with you in your dreams. The more he stalks your blog, the weirder the posts get. He saw an edit of his glove where instead of blades, it was tipped with long sparkly acrylic nails. You’ve edited his hat to be a pink cowboy hat, you’ve given him hair once? You call him babygirl in every single post and he’s just titteringly excited to see if you’ll SCREAM babygirl when you see him. 

#Slasher fandom #slashers #slasher x reader #House of Wax #Bo Sinclair #Vincent Sinclair #Lester Sinclair #the boy 2016 #the boy #brahms heelshire #Brahms heelshire x reader #Scream #billy loomis #stu macher #TCM #texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt #bubba sawyer #this is stupid dumb and im giggling #x reader #Bo Sinclair x reader #Vincent Sinclair x reader #Lester sinclair x reader #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #black christmas 1974

[mcytblrsexymen]

Highlights from the Mod Chat Pt. 2

[ID: discord message from Fiendish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, reading: why are you telling me what's bumming people out on twitter]

[ID: discord message from fake GeorgeNotFound fan, reading: I saw that. First of all, who is out here saying we have principles, It has been reacted to with the Clap emoji 10 times.]

[ID: discord message replying to Fiendish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, reading: get gud, I started in he... the reply from number one howl simp reads: whats the term for skill issue but in reverse. thats u it has been reacted to with the Laugh emoji three times]

[ID: discord message from fake GeorgeNotFound fan, reading: looked at this message, went over to Spotify to type in the song I wanted to lsiten to and go halfway through typing "Wilbur soot" instead It has been reacted to with the Laugh emoji five times]

[ID: discord message from classically trained drabbler, reading: okay im getting back to voter frauding]

[ID: message from SAD GAYISMS for SEXYLAMPNAP, reading: tumblr this is a terrible message to give me because now i know i can try Homestuck01 on accounts en masse and eventually get into one an image of a tumblr alert reading "That password is known to be included in compromised password lists. Please choose something more unique."]

[ID: discord message from Fiending Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, with a picture of the GoodTimesWithScar v Technoblade poll attached. The messages read: Someone reported it for mature content I appealed]

[ID: discord message from roxxy, reading: in ither news i need you all to know i just sent a bee to hell with a hose it has been reacted to with the CryCatScream emoji six times]

[ID: discord message from a capricious and willful god, reading: doc officially won rendoc divorce]

[ID: discord message from [binaural + bisexual], reading: IS THIS HOW IT FEELS WHEN YOUR TEAM WINS THE SUPERBOWL It has been reacted to with the Laugh emoji seven times]

[ID: discord message from Fiending Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, reading: holy shit that poll was a thousand years of battle]

[ID: discord conversation: [Binaural + Bisexual]: loving the grian fans cheering for his demise SAD GAYISMS for SEXYLAMPNAP: we did it for the daily-grian mod husband even let me vote on his account i love being married the first message from sexylampnap has been reacted to 7 times with the 100 emoji]

[ID: discord from [binaural + bisexual], responding to an image from Fiendish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs: okay so here's the deal: you play stupid games you get blocked it has been reacted to once with the 100 emoji]

[ID: discord message from former leash kid, reading: i wont start shit [two "press x to doubt" reacts] promise]

[ID: discord message from VOTE FOR TECHNOBLADE, reading: Tbh I think I'm gonna rally the techno voters (all 1.5 of them who follow me) to vote for scar because our block guy deserves to get beaten by the sexyman champion it has been reacted with the 100 emoji 3 times]

[ID: discord messag from Fiendish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, reading: the siren song of infographics]

[ID: discord message from Fiendsish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, reading: instructions unclear: who? a photo of a twitter comment from loeufmf reading "I WANT THAT TWINK OBTLIRATED" is attached]

[ID: discord message from undercover weeb, reading: I'm fairly certain Wilbur would be delighted to have sexual tension with Grian it has been reacted to twice with the pointing emoji]

[ID: discord message from Fiendish Bots/Glorious SIdeblogs, reading: yeah the appropriate way to respond is "excuse me you could balance a glass of champage on this ass" it has been reacted to nine times with the Clap emoji]

[ID: discord message from classically trained drabbler, reading: he is so cute but also human cleo is disgusting and offputting to me]

[ID: discord message from roxxy, reading: this is making me emotional, weirdly and its not the q in fishnets...... Hm it has been reacted to four times with the Laugh emoji]

[ID: discord message reading: I'm seeing mcytblrsecxymen posts being blocked for the word "terf" and I was like damn what fresh discourse is this you're dealing with??? Anyway it's the word quarterfinals it has been reacted to with the Sob emoji four times]

[ID, discord conversation: classically trained drabbler: listen our guy is fighting here in the trenches alongside us while your guy sips wine and plays his harp away from the battlefield. vote for joe, a guy of the people [binaural + bisexual]: A true sexyman lets other people get their hands dirty]

[ID: discord message from former leash kid, reading: i think i'm going to vote etho bc it's what doc would want from me]

[ID: discord message reading: listen everything that I'm learning about joe makes him seem like the coolest guy ever actually like. damn I would sit down to drink with him. however quackity looks like a lesbian in that one photoshoot so like recognizes like and whatever It has been reacted to two times with the 100 emoji and three times with Pensive]

[ID: discord conversation: SAD GAYISMS for SEXYLAMPNAP: i live voter fraud c/ping passeords is the best idea i've ever had classically trained drabbler: guys i know voter fraud is fun and sexy but the joeguys are outnumbered 40 to one pls be nice to us SAD GAYISMS for SEXYLAMPNAP: IM EVIL]

[ID: discord message from [binaural + bisexual], reading: bad sleep schedules rule the polls, 😔 it has been reacted to three times with the Pensive emoji]

[ID: discord conversation: Fiendish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, attaching an image of a tumblr comment where user honq said "IF YOU VOTE QUACKITY I"LL DRAW ETHO AND HIM KISSING!" [binaural + bisexual]: that is a fascinating offer]

[ID: discord message reading: I was on call w her and my mum today talking about how much fun I'm having and my mother wanted to see what the fuss was about so she googled "Minecraft poll" and said wow they do one every year! it has been reacted to six times with the Laugh emoji and eight times with the Joy emoji]

[ID: discord message reading: now time to throw my whole ass into voting for cleo thank god I am a feminist]

#data crunch group chat #long post

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#365

“I just got the notice.  It’s done.  I never thought I would have seen a wire transfer of fifty thousand dollars into my account.  OK shithead, you are for real.  Get naked.  I want to inspect my property.  That’s what you are to me.  You are a cunt.  You are a toilet.  You are a punching bag.  You are whatever the fuck I want to make of you.  Right now, I want you naked…. 

“I don’t give a shit about those two drivers over there.  Leave your clothes right there, but hand me your phone.  Look at the screen.  I saw your post to Facebook.  You were able to follow orders.  The video was short and to the point.  You let your family and friends know that you met a hot daddy that you are moving in with, and that you will be living off the grid and that you won’t be able to respond to anyone for a long time.  You actually told them not to worry, that you trust me.  That last part was a nice added touch.

“What’s your passcode?...  I’m going to change it and then deactivate the facial recognition.  Your phone will be locked away, but I will still need to access it from time to time—you know, for the $5,000 monthly payment to me.  Which reminds me, what is your password for money transfers?...  Ok.  This is your first real test….  Yup that works.  I’m going to change that code later.

“Stand up and turn around.  Let me see what I own for the next year.  Nice tiny pecker.  Don’t like that it feels that it is free to get hard.  I completely understand why it is hard.  I’m that fucking hot.  When I install you inside the cab, I’ll have a cage to put on it.  It won’t come off too often, if ever. 

“Are you naturally smooth, or do you shave your chest?...  Good.  No manly pelt for you, God made sure of it.  Your pubes will come off in a bit too.  Turn around, let me see my new fuck hole….  Nice and hairless.  You douched out like I told you?  Good.  We’ll get you set up for cleaning out while on the road.  How many times in the past week have you been bred?... 

“Interesting.  I don’t get it.  You are quite cute.  You seem to have no problem getting men to fuck you.  You have money, enough to not only pay me over 100K across the next year, but you can take a year off to be tied up, roughed up, fucked up in the back cab of some unknown brutal asshole truck driver.

“I don’t know what you are running from.  And I don’t care.  What I do care about is I don’t want some drama creeping into my cab, during the year you are with me and the time after.

“Get on your knees and look up and into your phone’s camera.  I want you to say the following in your own words.  That you come here of your own choice.  You are paying me $50,000 up front to live in cab with me, and $5,000 each month.  This is non-refundable at any time.  You want to be controlled by me in all aspect of your life.  You know that I am a brutal sadistic man.  Sex with me is not a guarantee and is not part of the money paid.  I want you to beg on camera for me to brutally use you, sexually and otherwise.  That includes using you anyway I see fit.  You consent to all my demands.  You can revoke it at any time and terminate our agreement.  In fact you know either of us can terminate this role.  If I do it, you will be left naked on the side of the road somewhere.  If you do it for any reason, then you would gladly pay me a penalty of additional $50K, transferred from this phone.  You will beg to be bound for most of the day.  You will beg for me to humiliate you and degrade you.  You got all that?

“Good.  Now look at your phone’s camera…. Wait I should also get you on my camera too.  Can’t be too cautious….  Focus your attention on your phone, and… go….

––––

“That’s done.  So now let’s get you locked up properly in the cab.  Come here.  When crawling into my cab and I’m right behind you, pause and lean over my seat.  Stick your pussy out.  Let the world see your ass.  I want to check out my new fuck hole. 

“This is a pretty pussy.  Oh there is some hair back here.  Don’t start yelping now.  I just yanked out a couple.  There’s a lot more to pull out.  What?  You think I’m going to use my clippers on a pussy?  Or your crotch?  Fuck that.  You’ll be fine with a yank or two… or twenty, or whatever it takes. 

“If you are going to have an issue that I’m going to yank out your hair, this is not going to go well for you.  If you can’t handle one minute with me, how the hell are you going to last for a year?  You paid for one year to submit to a sadistic trucker with one the fattest cocks out there.  Do you still want to do this?  Or are you living in a fantasy world?  If you want to bail, now is the time.  I will pull out of here, leaving you naked without your phone.  And I will definitely make sure that the penalty fee is transferred to my account before you can even make it over to one of those two drivers over there.

“What’s it going to be?  Climb down and go over to them, or climb into the bunk on your back and get your legs up high.  You have ten seconds to decide your next year.

“Atta faggot.  When you get up there, you’ll see some ankle and wrist cuffs.  Go ahead and put them on.  I need to secure your shit. 

––––

“Hey shithead.  I talked with one of the other drivers who was watching you present yourself to me.  He wants to fuck you.  I told him that I will only let him if he’s brutal.  He just smiled and said, ‘Ohhhhh I can do that.’  So it looks you got your first fuck customer. 

“Damn you look good.  But let’s get you secured.  These wrist restraints get clipped here.  You secure?...  Good.  Now this ankle goes over here.  The hard one is this last ankle.  The fags I secure always find this difficult….  Relax.  Relax this leg.  Fucker, just suffer through the pain.  This is the pose you will be in as we drive across the country; your cunt leading the way.

“Now for this.  See this.  This is not your ordinary chastity cage.  No this one flattens your dick head to just over half an inch.  There is no way for you pull out.  Your balls, as tiny as they are, are pushed in your taint region so that when you sit down, you will crush them.  You won’t be able to get a hard on due to the pain it causes.  This is going to hurt. 

“Scream.  I don’t give a fuck.  This is going on.  There!  Now for the lock….  With that click, this is not coming off. 

“Oh shit!  He’s already here.

“Come on up….  I was about to cunt the fag.  You can watch….  I just need to remove some of his pubes.  Get over there so you can watch.  I don’t use a clipper or anything like that.  I just grab a hold of a tuft and yank it out.  The faggots always scream when I do that.  That’s music to my ears.  Gets me rock hard.

“No, you can leave the curtain open.  I don’t give a shit who sees me take ownership of this fagmeat.  If the other driver wants to join, so be it.  This is the pussy’s first moments submitting to me; he needs to know what’s in store for him for the next year.

“Hey shithead, open your fucking mouth.  Eat your pubic hair.  Chew and swallow.  Everything that gets yanked out goes right into your mouth.

“That’s what you got to do to these fags.  He knew that I am a sadistic bastard when he agreed to live with me for a year.  He knew that’s what he was paying me for….

“Yeah, he paid me fifty thousand to ride with me and ride me….  No shit!  And he’s paying me five thousand every month.  Fuck yeah.  The first transfer went through about ten minutes ago.  A friend of mine told me that I should be charging for my fat cock.  He told me about a site where this type of shit goes on.  I posted that I’m a driver with a seven by eight-inch dick looking for a hole to fuck while on the road for the next year.  I jokingly put a fifty-thousand-dollar price tag, and wouldn’t you know it within a week, this faggot replied.  Once I showed him a pic of my cock and me next to my tractor, he wanted to throw money at me. 

“Open up.  Eat this last tuft.  I will save the rest of your snatch for another time.  It’s time for me to fuck this cunt.  Let me show you the dick that will own your life.  Look at it.  It’s barely rock hard, and it’s already fatter than a beer can.  You got me leaking boy.  There is so much slop under my foreskin.  You will be expected to clean me up every day, after every time I fuck you.

“Hand me some of that lube.

“Hey shithead.  You ready to be cunted?  The lube goes on for my pleasure, not yours….

“Scream fucker scream.  Right to the root.  Resist or accept me, I don’t give a shit.  I’m going to dump my three-day load into you through all your screaming.  You want me to cum faster, keep screaming.  It ain’t going to take me long.  First cuntings never do.  Your pussy walls are like silk on my dick.  Oh fuck.  I’m gonna cum. 

“Look up at me.  You know I own you?  You know this cunt is mine?  Just nod.  Good.  You want this load?  Of course, you do.  It’s what you live for.  It’s gonna cost you though.  Look at my fist.  Here comes your first black eye.

“BOOM!  Fuck yeah.  And I’m gonna cum.  I’m gonna cum!  Ahhhhhh!  Ahhhhhh.  Fuck yeah.

“Whew!  That was fucking good.  You’re up!...  What?  That bother you?  Then don’t fuck him.  I don’t give a shit.  Besides, I love giving black eyes.  My favorite part is making the fagmeat respond ‘I didn’t listen’ to any inquiry as to how it happened.  Damn.  Thinking about that is getting me hard again.  He’s already starting to regain consciousness.

“Hey Shithead!  Rise and shine in the summertime!

“Your dick is still hard.  Go on.  Fuck him…. Yeah, there you go.  Go on give it to him.  You said you would be brutal.  Fuckin’ be brutal….  Yeah yank his nips right off.  He needs to know the year of hell that lies in front of him.”

[bonbonchocolates]

You Are Mine

Yandere Namjoon x Reader

Summary: A simple game leads to something sinister

Warnings: stalking, yandere Namjoon, stupid Y/N, cyber crime

A/N: Originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it.

Masterlist

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After a tiring day of school and work, you were finally home.Actually you worked in a nearby cafe. Although your dad was a cop and your mother owned her own resturant, you still decided to work so that you could earn on your own. At first your parents were hesitant about your decision but after a lot of convincing they finally agreed.

Straight you went to your room and changed your work clothes into comfy nightgown. Then you went and sat in front of your computer which you mostly used fo gaming. Today you decided to play among us which you installed yesterday after your younger brother Soobin suggested you.

You opened the game and went to the section of find games. Then you entered a game hosted by someone named rm. As soon as you entered the game he changed it from public to private so no one could enter the game until and unless they know the password. You wondered why he did it.

RM: Hello

You ignored it and was about to leave the game.

RM: Hey beautiful!

You didn't respond.

RM: Hey girl

Cutipie: How did you know that I'm a girl?

(Cutipie is your username)

RM: Your username itself says that you are a girl.

Whoever he was, he surely was very strange.

RM: I love you

Cutipie: What?

More than a question to him it was a question for you. He must be joking, right. How could he say that to you when he never met in real life. As quickly as you can you left the game. If your parents saw it, they would never let you play games online again.

Then you joined a game hosted by black160. There were 8 players already in the game and when you entered it made 9. Just one more player and he could start the game. Then the last player entered and it was coincidentally RM. Then the game started. The whole time in game he was behind you, following you. For once you thought he's the imposter so you gave his name and luckily everyone listened to you and voted him. He was not the imposter but he was out of the game that made you a little comfortable.

Then you entered a game hosted by rebel007 and other games and coincidentally he was there in each and every game you entered. Then you created your own game and in which RM entered. Now you were sure that him entering each and every game you entered was far from coincidence. You tried to act brave and wrote :

Cutipie: Why are you entering each and every game I enter?

Cutipie : Are you stalking me?

Cutipie : Have you hacked my device?

Cutipie : Stay at your limits.

Cutipie : My dad's a sheriff.

He ignored all your questions and wrote:

RM: I love you Y/N

You quickly left the game and uninstalled it. Now after the game was finally uninstalled you felt comfortable. You thought if you should say your father about it or not. Then you decided you would tell him.

You got up from your chair and started to head out of your room. Before you could go out of your room you remembered that your father is not at home and wouldn't return before tomorrow morning.

You didn't know who RM was and how did he know your name. You were so worried about it. The first thing you would do tomorrow morning was to tell today's incident to your father. You can't risk your life, what if he is a murderer or something like that.

So you got to your bed and tried to sleep. But after all those things that happened to you today, would you be able to sleep peacefully.

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The next day came as quickly. You couldn't sleep the whole night thinking about the incident.

It was Sunday so you didn't had to go to school or work. After you had breakfast you headed to your room and took out of your phone. Then you opened instagram then you saw someone named Rap Monster started to follow you. He even sent you dms.

Rap Monster:

I love you Y/N.

Please be mine.

I'll treat you as a queen.

😘

It didn't take a genius to know that it was the same rm from among us. He didn't had a profile picture and the account was empty like it was newly made. You quickly blocked him. You thought the situation is handled now so you went to take a shower.

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After you came back you saw that you received a text from an unknown number.

Unknown:

You look so gorgeous when you're naked but it would be even better if you were like that in my bed, under me and taking my c*ck.

You were disgusted as well as frightened after reading the text. You quickly blocked the number. You knew that he was stalking you or how would he know that what are you doing. You went downstairs where your mom and dad were having breakfast. You told them about all the incident except the text that he sent you because they didn't need to know that. But you tell the most important part because before that it didn't seemed so serious.

Your parents were sickly worried about you. Your mom suggested you to not go to school or work until the situation is handled. Your father agreed with your mom. You took their advice and decided to stay at home. But was it really safe to stay at home when he has his eyes on you.

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You were finally relaxed when nothing happened after a week so today you went to your school. Many of your friends asked you for why weren't coming to school. You just told them you were sick.

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9:00pm

It was time for you to go to home from work. You grabbed your things and headed out. You were on your way home when you saw a man who was standing near his car. It seemed like he was waiting for someone. You never saw the man here before but you didn't pay much attention to that and continued your walk.

Suddenly you felt something on your neck and you started to feel dizzy.

"You are finally mine" was what you heard and saw the face of the culprit behind all this before you lost your consciousness.

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Borahae 💜

#yandere #yandere bts #yandere namjoon #namjoon #namjoon x reader #yandere namjoon x reader

[adelaidedrubman]

OC INTERVIEW!

i was tagged by dears @g0dspeeed @cassietrn @direwombat @simplegenius042 @wrathfulrook to do a little oc interview, thank you dears! i decided to do this one for america’s sweetheart verse for acclaimed novelist jestiny ft. her long suffering publicist andrea who was mostly there to make sure there was some accurate information, then i decided to give her own spotlight. on that note, sorry for the length and needless preamble no expectation to read All That

“Ugh.” Jestiny grabs the wall to steady herself from stumbling at Andrea’s quick darting into the doorway to block her exit. “Are you fuckin’ serious? You’re really gonna tell me  — a grown fucking woman — I’m not allowed to go play until I finish my homework?”

“It smells like you’ve gotten to play plenty today,” Andrea retorts with a nod towards the disposable coffee cup clenched in Jestiny’s fist and reeking with the unmistakable stench of high proof whiskey. “You’ve put off doing a simple introductory questionnaire for three months now. You’re never going to hire a ghostwriter if you can’t respond to an information request that takes five minutes.”

“I don’t need a ghostwriter,” she mumbles in protest as she takes a sip from her coffee cup that has never once contained coffee, or fooled anyone into thinking it did. “Just a copy editor.”

“Three copy editors have quit because you started using them as ghostwriters. And whatever job title you want to give them, they need some basic biographical information about you to work on your memoir.”

“See, that’s the thing, is no they don’t. Not with the kinda thing I’m writing. It’s all just empty fluff, don’t you —”

“Even for empty fluff, they need a vague skeleton,” Andrea snaps. She pulls Jestiny by the arm towards her desk, pushing her down into one of her guest chairs before taking her seat behind it and clicking a pen. “I canceled the car you called and changed the passwords to all your rideshare accounts. And we both know you couldn’t make it out of the parking garage without getting a DUI. You’re not going anywhere until this is done.”

“Oh, that’s real fuckin’ nice Andrea,” Jestiny hisses. “Hold hostage the woman who just survived —”

name 

“jestiny ellen rook.”

nickname

“none. nope. never had one. never will have one. gotta say the whole thing every time. flaunt it in front of some motherfuckers who were too fucking dumb to ever figure it out.”

gender

“again, andrea — i am a grown fucking woman.”

star sign

“how the fuck am i supposed to know that shit?”  without bothering to check her birthday, andrea writes down aries.

personality type

“america’s fuckin’ sweetheart, baby. kind, lovable, and humble. what else is there?’’  andrea’s hand moves of its own volition to scrawl out the words ‘dark triad,’ immediately scribbling it out to write down ‘istp’ and ‘8w7.’

height

“five foot five, ballpark.”  andrea gives jestiny a skeptical look.  “maybe closer to five-six, camera adds a half-inch.”   andrea, actually 5’6, sighs and writes down 5’4, covering it with her hand to hide from jestiny.

orientation:

“c’mon, you don’t really have to ask that.” andrea dwells unwillingly on the menagerie of half-dressed strangers milling about jestiny’s home every time she steps into it. no, she doesn’t.  “or lie to the press about it, if that’s what you’re dancing around. it’s 2018! america’s sweetheart can be openly bisexual, right?” 

nationality/ethnicity:

“again. america’s fucking sweetheart, baby.”

fave fruit 

“persimmons. don’t put that down, though, that information is for the fuckin’ benefit of your files, so you can get me a halfway decent fruit tray in my dressing room next talk show appearance. write some bullshit about how much i miss the fresh picked huckleberries of hope county and nowhere grows ’em better, or something.”

fave season

“awards! ha, we do have fun. gotta be fall, though. salmon run season. but pretend it’s for the sake of pumpkin spice whatever.”

fave flower 

“psh. whatever happens to be in the bouquets i receive from my adoring fans. but if i have to pick, i guess, uh… forget-me-nots, maybe. or — heh, or cockscomb.”

fave scent 

“whiskey.”  andrea looks between jestiny and her cup, wondering if she has told the truth for the first time.  “coffee, i mean.”

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: 

“i just said —”

average hours of sleep: 

“eh, who can really keep track of that?” people who have to plan their sleep schedule around preventing jestiny from having unsupervised access to social media can and must keep track of that. andrea writes down 3 hours.

dog or cat person

“ew. no. opossums. but write down dog, that probably polls better. andrea, should i get a dog?”   andrea vigorously shakes her head in the negative as she dutifully writes down dog. 

dream trip 

“heh. where do you have me booked for next? checked off a lotta the bucket list already. you’re looking at a dollywood gold pass holder. finally got to go there after a lifetime of dreaming, and it was —”  andrea notes the way jestiny’s eyes suddenly glaze over, her gaze growing hollow and flat as she pauses in searching.  “great. fulfilling. worth the wait. always ready to go back, or onto the next adventure. i mean, it’s such a fucking blessing, don’t you think?” andrea doesn’t answer, looking on with some concern as a hint of earnest joy creeps back into jestiny’s smile. “to have one’s full constitutional right to freedom of movement completely fuckin’ unrestricted?”

favorite fictional/real character

“uh, shrek.”

number of blankets you sleep with? 

“as many as i want, baby! that’s another benefit of freedom, don’t have to settle for a single scratchy, paper thin excuse for a blanket to curl up on my cot with. i get to enjoy my forty-winks on silk sheets and soft as a cloud comforter, on my casper mattress —”

random fact:

“i know how to do a bit of sleight of hand magic.” andrea feels a light brush at her ear, and looks to see jestiny pulling from behind it a matchbook with the number of a taxi company stamped in bright yellow.  “and for my next trick, i’m going to disappear.”

Andrea sighs as she watches Jestiny march out of her office yelling pick-up orders into her cellphone. It was successful for longer than she would have expected, she thinks, tapping the end of her pen against her bottom lip. 

She clicks her pen a few times as she shuffles the papers on her desk, staring down at a blank copy of the questionnaire she’d made in case Jestiny was in foul enough spirits to rip up the first in defiance. 

It would be nice, to have someone ask her things about who she was for once, she thinks, in an indulgent flight of fancy.  

name: 

“andrea simmons.”

nickname: 

“...anal-retentive goldilocks, was the most recent one.”

gender

“woman, she/her.”

star sign

“capricorn.” 

personality type

“estj. 3w2.’’ 

height

“five foot six. empirically verified.” 

orientation:

“lesbian, last i had enough free time to check.”

nationality/ethnicity:

“american. primarily german and scandinavian ancestry.”

fave fruit 

“nectarine, left to my own devices. learning to appreciate leftover cantaloupe picked around on fruit plates.”

fave season:

“summer. warm, sunny, long days.”

fave flower: 

“orchids.”

fave scent 

“lavender, jasmine, eucalyptus.” 

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: 

“coffee. at least three shots of espresso. oat milk. two pumps of hazelnut syrup, no sugar.”

average hours of sleep: 

“three. when you have an infant, you learn to sleep when they sleep.”

dog or cat person

“cats. otto curled up in my lap at the end of a long day is the only thing that keeps me going, sometimes.” 

dream trip 

“any trip. any trip alone. any trip alone without having to worry about what i will find when i come back. greece would be nice, i think.” 

favorite fictional/real character

“peggy olson.”

number of blankets you sleep with? 

“i have a weighted blanket and a quilt at home. and a fleece throw on my office couch that gets more use.”

random fact: 

“i considered going into politics, and interned on a few campaign teams during college. There are many days i regret not following through on that.” 

i know i’m super late to this, so major apologies for repetitive tags and extra no pressure out to the usuals @belorage @hctknives @fourlittleseedlings @galaxycunt @lordundying @florbelles @josephslittledeputy @afarcryfrommymain @poetikat @voidika @captastra @confidentandgood @deputyash @blissfulalchemist @shellibisshe @thedeadthree @nightbloodbix @miyabilicious @henbased @clicheantagonist @firstaidspray @strafethesesinners @jackiesarch @v0idbuggy @orionlancasterr @stacispratt @professorpineapple @strangefable @shallow-gravy @inafieldofdaisies @corvosattano @socially-awkward-skeleton opt in for tags on writing stuff here!

#america’s sweetheart verse back on my mind a lot lately i love you narratively satisfying character stagnation #v: america’s sweetheart #oc: deputy jestiny ellen #oc: andrea simmons

[drgngutz]

Cybernetic Soulmate - V

BEN Drowned x Reader 

Soulmate AU – Implied Feminine Reader

Ben is gone; at least that’s what Jadusable might believe at first. 

Masterlist

Previous Part

Benjamin Lawman 

BEN Drowned

It was strange to finally be scrolling through my computer after being restricted for so long. When he had found his way outside of the cartridge and into my computer, BEN had always found some way to mess with it, screwing with my files, making me question reality with every loading screen or missing pixel. Even after I put him inside that cartridge again, it felt like there was something leftover; something that was still there, and I still couldn’t tell if what I was seeing online was real or fake. 

Without it, though, everything was absurdly fine. I felt okay. I no longer felt the constant watching as soon as I stepped into my room when I got home, nor did I hesitate like I used to when typing the password of my account to log in. Even looking at the 4chan post seemed so… normal. 

So why did it feel so wrong?

It didn’t make any sense. I had trapped him, I had given that girl the cartridge, and she would destroy it; he would be gone. For good. 

Looking through the comments and responses to my posts were helping me to enforce the idea that I was safe. I could easily responded to each comment now, perfectly ordinary, without any mishaps; I pushed the button and the thread was sent, without any altered words or blank messages. 

I felt relaxed for the first time in weeks. He was gone. He was actually gone.

MaskywasHere: I’m scared that we haven’t heard from you yet. You good bro?

gingersnaps-obsessed12: I’m too impatient for this crap. It’s like a masterpiece I can’t even- I must have more

DrgnGutz: Holy shit, dude. I mean, no way this is real, but it's a great story, really. 

KittyGirl<33: OMG! R u alive???!

Ifrit: I’d like to hear more from you via email, if you’re interested in sharing more of your story :)

I mostly responded to the concerned comments with simple, easy replies. Nothing too complex, most of them I just assured I was alright or that everything was fine before moving on to the next; I ignored the more inquisitive questions for my own sanity. The responses were never ending, a constant cycle of scrolling down further into the abyss of loading more comments; all of which I had never seen before, no thanks to BEN and meddling with my perception of the outside world. 

Everything was filled with his absence. Everything was all right again. 

That stupid fantasy was wiped away in an instant the moment I looked away from my computer for a second, before looking back and seeing a new window opened to cleverbot. I swear, I could feel a chill run up and down my spine as the room dropped a few degrees. 

Bursting from my seat, I rapidly move the mouse and hover over the bright red ‘X’ to close the damn thing, nerves lit up with alarm. 

“Fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I scream at the computer as the window refuses to close, slamming down on the left mouse button with my whole hand and sending it down to the floor with a clatter. 

“This isn’t happening.” I begged at the screen, shaking my head and backing away as if I had been burned. 

Oh, but it is.

Verging on hysteria, I lunged for the power button, landing harshly on my knees and nearly pushing it inside of the PC from the force. This was a dream, a nightmare. The after effects of what had happened to me, my brain was just tricking me right now. I would hit this button, and it would be over. Really over this time. 

I cried out in despair when the damn thing refused to turn off. 

“What the fuck… What the fuck do you want from me?!” Screaming at the bright pixels, I stood back up from the ground, fists clenched at my sides. 

Just to talk. 

“Leave me alone.” 

A little rude for a ‘welcome back,’ but, I suppose it can’t be helped.

“Go fuck yourself.” The longer it went on the more I began to realize this wasn’t in my head. I pinched, squeezed at my arms, the pain registering fully enough to know this wasn’t a nightmare. 

Ha. Do I disturb you that much?

“How did you get out?” I was yelling at the screen at this point, surprised my parents hadn’t walked in and asked what the hell I was doing up so late at night screaming so loud. 

Wouldn’t you like to know?

“Tell me. Tell me right now, or I swear…” 

You’ll what? Put me back? 

You can’t now. It’s too late. 

“Asshole. You’re a fucking asshole.” 

It’s amusing to watch your distress.

“You were supposed to be–” It dawned, right then and there. He was supposed to be gone, destroyed, for good. Something was wrong. Had she messaged me at all since yesterday?

I scrambled for my phone, scrolling through my emails and finding nothing; not since she first contacted me about the cartridge in the first place. 

“Where is she? Where’s (Y/n)?” 

Who?

“Don’t play coy with me, you little shit. What did you do to her?!” I was raging at this point, all forms of fear converting to defense in an effort to ward him off. It would never work, of course. I had tried it before. 

I’m not telling.

“Did you trick her, too? Trap her inside that fucking game, like you did to her brother, Matt?” 

You were so eager to get rid of me, you didn’t even think twice about what would happen if it was in someone else’s hands.

“I should’ve destroyed that cartridge myself.” I snarled at the screen, eyes scanning over his next reply as it scrolled onto the site. 

Yet you couldn’t. How funny.

“Shut up. You murderer, you killed her, just like you killed the rest.” 

Even if I did, that’s none of your concern, is it?

You should be more worried about yourself. 

“If she’s alive, I hope she comes to her senses and puts you back in that fucking game, just like I did.”

I told you, that can’t happen anymore. 

It’s too late. I’m free now. 

I am everywhere now. 

The screen explodes into a dialect of code bouncing off of other code, glitching and warping into itself as the machine whirs with an overload of power. In a last ditch effort, I try to draft a new email to her; maybe it’s not too late, maybe I can get to her in time before–

The draft closes itself, and my phone powers down. The dread swallows me up with hot and cold flashes as the small screen lights up with text. 

That won’t do you any good.

The entire house is painted black, the electricity shutting down and leaving me to bask in total desperation. 

#ben drowned #creepypasta #ben drowned x reader #ben drowned x you #ben drowned x female!reader #soulmates #x reader #fem reader #female reader #soulmate au

[hinasakuino]

More husband Nanami please I begggggg! Can you do when him and reader are fighting and reader is like super sarcastic and ignores him but Nanami isn’t having that, like he sits reader down and pours his soul out to show he cares? Sorry if that’s too much to ask! Have a great day!

I loveeeee this! Husband Nanami is my fave bc I love seeing him in domestic settings, I never thought to write a prompt like this bc I don’t want our boy to suffer, he deserves all the love and praise and no bad times lol but I said fuck it and now here we are. Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy.

18+ content below cut, minors & ageless blogs dni, I am no longer breaking my neck to block every account as it is way too much on my part, my blog is 18+ and it is up to you to not interact knowing that you’re unwanted here 😘

He was late. He was never late and if he was he always gave a heads up. You sigh and begin wrapping up the leftovers for your husband for the third night in the row.

He couldn’t possibly … you shake your head. He was your husband, you knew that he’d never even look another person’s way. Hell it took him way too long to even pick up the fact that you were interested in him. But still, your mind lingers to last week when you went by the office to surprise him for lunch and he practically yelled when you were standing in his doorway, observing him work.

He apologized for it, but it still left your heart sore, he wasn’t the type to react like that. You smoothed the plastic film over the top of the glass pan and made sure it was completely covered before placing it in the fridge. You looked at the half empty bottle of wine and contemplated finishing the bottle.

Fuck it…

You take the cork out and practically inhale a big gulp from the bottle, sputtering when some goes down your throat the wrong way. You slam the door to the fridge shut and go in the direction of your room, in search of your cellphone.

You find it and bounce on the bed, still no text or call and the time now reads thirty after nine. You throw the phone down and tip the bottle to your lips trying to wrack your brain for any possible reason that your husband didn’t call to tell you he’d be working late.

Infidelity

An ugly and cruel word. Hell no, he wasn’t cheating, you refused to believe that. You let a tear slip and quickly wipe it away, scrambling to get your phone, you unlock the phone and let your fingers fumble over the password groaning in frustration when you manage to lock yourself out of the device for five minutes. You finish the remaining of the wine and leave it on the night stand next to your bed.

You gather clothes for a bubble bath and a look at your phone, you really wanted to call him, see if he’s okay but decide against it, if he can go this long without checking on you, why should you waste your time to check on him?

You recoil at the thought, you know it’s not your usual thoughts, you’re angry, and slightly tipsy. You were more worried than anything. You sigh and grab your phone anyway taking it in the bathroom with you.

Just as you set everything up for your bubble bath, your phone vibrates, you almost drop it in the water below trying to answer the call.

“Hey,” You say hoping you sounded casual.

“Hi baby, Im on my way home, my phone died, I’ve been having problems with it all day, I should be there in five,” Nanami says, at the sound of his voice, you relax, you watch your expression in the mirror. He’s safe, you inhale and spin to sit on the counter watching the water rise. Now that you’ve gotten your reassurance that he was alive and okay, surely this feeling of doubt would go away?

“Darling?” He drawls, breaking you from your thoughts. You jump down and put the phone on speaker, biting your thumb nail and in the most nonchalant voice you can muster you respond.

“Sure, leftovers are in the fridge,” You stop the water and put the phone down and begin to rid yourself of your clothes.

“You okay?” He asks, concern laced in his voice. You sigh and tilt your head to the side. The logical part of your brain tells you to just spit out your worries, but the alcohol working it’s way in your system tells you to ignore him. So you do.

“Hey I gotta go, I’ll probably be in bed when you get home,” And you hang up before he can respond. You lock the phone and press a hand to your chest, a wicked smile on your face, you know it’s wrong but you hope that hurts his feelings as much as he did when he didn’t call to check in hours ago. You put your phone on do not disturb and dim the lights low, and slip into the warmth of the bath, letting the aroma from the essential oils work their magic into relaxing you.

Ten minutes go by, and you wonder if you should call Kento. He said he’d be here five minutes ago, maybe something had happened? You shake your head, he probably stopped for gas on his way home, you nod and lay back relaxing into the warmth of the water.

So, you finish your bath far more relaxed than you started and clean up the discarded clothing and towels. You did your usual night routine, ending with your skincare routine and another bottle of wine at your bedside. You willed yourself not to cry multiple times but after the second glass you couldn’t help curling in a ball and crying. You couldn’t even pin point the source. Maybe it was because you knew you were treating your husband so shitty, or maybe it was because you felt like shit for thinking he’d go out and do something as reckless as cheating. It was almost one in the morning and he still wasn’t home, all thanks to your attitude. You reach for your phone and look at the missed calls and text from your loved ones, none from Kento.

You feel tears well up in your eyes again and let out a watery sigh. You’re about to call it a night but you hear the front door unlocking and the sound of keys slamming on the table that’s near the entrance to your home. You turn over quickly, with your back facing the door just as Kento walks in the room.

“Y/n,” He whispers, your body goes stiff and you hold your breath as you listen to him get closer, there’s some shuffling and then you feel the bed dip, you feel his warmth as he scoots closer to pull you in his arms and you so desperately crave his touch, you need to feel him holding you, but you don’t give yourself the satisfaction, you sit up, pushing him off you.

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asks, with a frown. You don’t say anything as you grab your pillow and the throw blanket from the bottom of the bed. He watches in horror as you leave the room, still not speaking and listens as you slam the door to the guest bedroom.

He takes no more than five minutes to come knock on the door, he doesn’t even wait for your reply as he storms in, and turns on the light.

“Ken what the fuck I’m trying to sleep,” You snap blinking your eyes open at the bright light.

“Well so was I until you left,” He retorts you huff and sit up in the bed crossing your arms over your chest and looking away from his hurt expression.

“Y/n?” He calls out. You turn your body a little towards the wall, it’s extremely childish and you know it but you’re still so unbelievably pissed that you don’t even care anymore.

“Are you serious right now?” He asks in an incredulous tone. You turn and nod at him.

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asks, sitting on the end of the bed. You shrug, biting your lip and looking away from him once again. That answer isn’t good enough for him, he climbs up the bed and sits directly in front of you.

“Talk to me darling, what’s wrong? I don’t understand,” he falters, he tries to take your hand in his but you snatch it away, wiping angrily at a stray tear that’s fallen.

“You didn’t call to say you were going to be late, and you’ve been so damn distant Ken, you tell me what the fuck is going on?” Your tone is abrasive you can see pain flicker in Kento’s eyes and it breaks your heart but you ignore it, he had some explaining to do.

“I..I was at work, I’ve been working my ass off this past month, I’m under a lot of stress right now with this upcoming promotion, I just want everything to be perfect,” His tone is equally harsh, your eyes go wide and you shake your head.

“That’s never stopped you from calling before,” You quip.

“I know, I’m sorry, I should’ve called,” He agrees, but it’s not enough for you, you scoff and peel the covers back. He frowns as he watches you.

“Where are you going now? We’re not done with this conversation,” He says.

“You’re not done with the conversation, I am. I have a headache and I just want to sleep,” You snap. You attempt to walk past but Kento stands blocking your path and immediately towers over you.

“See, I can put up with the fucking attitude under normal circumstances, I can deal with the sarcasm easy fucking peasy, but what I’m not going to do is tolerate the blatant disrespect from you because you can’t communicate your fucking feelings like an adult, why the fuck would you think I’m cheating?” He barks, you jump, not meeting his eye, but he’s not having it, he grips you chin forcing you to make eye contact.

“Well why else would you not call Ken? Twelve years and you haven’t forgotten to call not once. I understand work can put pressure on you, but when you don’t call three days in a row and you yell when I drop food off at your job what the fuck else am I supposed to think?” You shout, the tears flow freely now, and you slump against the wall, away from his warmth.

“I didn’t call because my phone has been messed up all day, I dropped it twice and the battery is fucked. I’m sorry, I should’ve called you from the office phone but baby I’m swamped with back to back meetings, looking over proposals, and finding new clients,” he pauses to run a hand through his hair, and you look at him, and you notice the tears flowing down his face, you reach up to cup his face using your thumbs to wipe his face.

“Well you said you were going to be home and then showed up hours later,” You say, he offers a watery smile at your touch and looks down.

“Masamichi wanted to get a drink and talk to me more about the promotion, I think it was like a last minute assessment, I would’ve called but again,” He starts but you cut him off

“Your phone,” You whisper and he nods, his hands go up to yours, squeezing them.

“I love you y/n, I hope you know that I’d never do anything as stupid as that, I’m sorry baby,” He whispers and you nod, sniffling as you do so. He leans forward to press a kiss to your lips but you stop him he frowns and looks down at you but you look away.

“What?” He asks.

“You yelled at me last week,” You pout and it makes him chuckle, he grabs your face and kisses your lips, soft and reassuring, you’re already melting into him when he pulls apart.

“Truth be told, You scared me, I was finishing a report. I glanced up and saw this beauty of a woman, standing in my office doorway,” It’s a lane attempt at a joke but it gets you smiling just a little, “I should’ve handled it better,” He whispers. You nod along, a small smile on your face.

“Can we go back to our room now love?” He asks and you nod, holding his hand as he walks you both back to the room.

He goes back to the guest room to get your pillow and when he comes back he slides in to the bed next to you, you’re immediately glued to his side, throwing a leg over his hip and settling your face in the crook of his neck.

“I love you,” You mumble. He moves so that he can kiss you, his tongue slips past your lips easily seeking your taste, the kiss is heavy and enough to take your breath away. You body reacts to his touch immediately you feel the familiar throbbing in your core, his hands are everywhere, trailing the curves of your body, holding you tight against himself and you can’t help the soft sigh that escapes your lips when he breaks the kiss to trail kisses down your neck. He pauses to flip you on your back completely, you gasp, and moan when he drags his tongue down your neck. He leaves open mouth kisses across your neck and collar bone, making you squirm underneath him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” He whispers, capturing your lips once more. You moan into the kiss, letting your legs fall open further and he slots himself in between them over you, you can already feel how hard he is through his boxer briefs.

“I want you so fucking bad,” He’s practically growling in your ear. You moan and turn hiding your face in your arms.

“Uh uh, let me see those pretty eyes,” He commands. You don’t shy away this time, looking up at him through your lashes, he grunts and works to take your shirt and shorts off, you scramble to help him undress and when you’re both naked, he’s on you again.

His hands find purchase on your hips, he gives them a squeeze making you moan heavily into his mouth, he takes one of your legs and lets it fall open exposing your glistening cunt to him. He bites his bottom lip and presses a chaste kiss to your lips before tracing the outline of your sex, making you whimper at the touch.

“You always get so wet for me baby, you think I’d give this up?” He scoffs, and dips a finger into your needy hole. You moan, your body jerks upwards and he tsks, using his other hand to hold your body down, as he fingers you so teasingly slow, you feel tears welling up in your eyes.

“What’s the matter baby? You need me to fuck this this needy pussy?” He coos at you and you shudder, can feel yourself clenching hard around his finger. You nod as a tear rolls down your cheek and he chuckles dryly.

“I will baby,” He says, kissing your cheek. He adds another finger watching as your pussy pulls his finger back in. He groans and pumps into you faster pulling the neediest of moans from you.

“Always sound so pretty for me,” He whispers, his eyes are focused on you when he applies pressure to your clit, and you feel that tug in your core, can feel how close you are. He knows, of course he does, he rubs your clit in time with how fast he’s fucking you with his fingers. You whimper, and lift your hips to meet his fingers.

“K-ken! Fuck-” You moan a warning, he nods, goes faster and watches as you cream all over his fingers.

“Go ahead pretty, cum for me, give it to me baby,” and you do, tossing your head back, you let out a ragged breath and feel your toes curl, your orgasm crashes into you like waves on a shore, sweeping you under you closed you eyes and lose yourself to the euphoric sensation.

“Good girl, look at that,” He mutters. His hands slow to a stop, and he removes his fingers slowly, making you whimper at the loss, you sit up all too quickly, the head rush makes you fall back and you whine.

“Careful sweet girl, I’m here,” He whispers, He kisses you softly, and pulls back to watch himself sink into your wet heat.

“Fuck Ken,” You whimper, your hand goes to his bicep immediately, gripping him hard. He winced at the pain but groans in pleasure when he feels how snug you fit wrapped around his cock. Kento removes your hand to intertwine your fingers with his own, give your hands a squeeze, you look up at him through low lidded eyes.

“I’ve got you sweet girl,” He says, kissing your forehead with such tenderness it makes your heart skip a beat.

Kento pulls all the way out and then pushes back in, you gasp feeling his cock drag along your walls, and cry out when he hits that sweet spot.

“There baby?” He asks and you nod, gasping, your legs wrap around his waist locking him in place.

“Feels so fucking good, everytime baby, you’d think I’d give this up?” He mutters into your neck, you wrap your arms around his shoulder, holding him close as he fucks you slow and deep. This man has ducked you countless times but you’re so in awe and completely drunk on the feeling of him tonight, he’s everywhere all at once, squeezing your ass as he pushes in deeper, whispering words of affirmation and adoration as you cum once more on his cock.

“Oh you’re doing so well princess, fuck you’re going to make me cum,” he moans his voice muffled and he grunts as he thrusts again, you meet his hips, your fingers run through the hair at the nape of his neck, and she leans into your touch, as you encourage him to finish. You feel the swell of his cock as the first spurts of cum spill inside and you’re finishing once again, whining when he pulls out to watch your mixture of cum spill out in the sheets.

He cleans you up, even as you doze off, still whispering how perfect you are and when he’s done you curl into his side, being lulled to sleep by his soothing touch.

Kinda lack luster at the end imo, feel like my writing has fallen off but I hope y’all enjoy, thanks again anon for this prompt ily.

#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x y/n #nanami kento smut #nanami kento oneshot #nanami kento imagines #jjk nanami kento #jjk nanami #hinasakuino answers #anon answered

[rolandeep1984]

Uh it looks like someone got into my account or some shit and was posting some weird stuff. Uh, sorry for the trouble I changed my password and stuff so we should be good now? I’m fine and stuff just a little tired but uh yeah. Feel free to ask me shit, I’ll uh respond.

#hopefully this shit shouldn’t happen again #i can barely read whatever they wrote but apparently it scared a lot of you guys so uh sorry about that #rolan rambles #jrwi bitb rp #in character

[frosty-sneasel]

Intro, I guess?

Hello! I'm Lumi.- Or Frosty. The Sneasel's Camellia. You might know me as @battle-subway-ghost's friend lol, I still have his account password and everything! 😉

Accidentally deleted my account, decided to remake it now though. You can't keep me away forever.

Used to be a Pokemon trainer, I've retired from that though. Still sometimes battle if someone asks, but I'm just trying to live a calm life now! ♥

Nowadays I'm a freelance artist/graphic designer (sometimes!) I have my own professional accounts, this rotumblr is just for me to have fun. (If you do want to contact me for commissions though... 👀 [email protected])

Anyways, here's my trainer card!

My pokemon:

Camellia the Sneasel (♀), Aspen the Glaceon (♂), Cookies & Cream the Vanilluxe (⚧) and Zena the Beheeyem (♀)

Hello! This is the OOC part of the introduction >:) I follow from @act11as! Muse is an adult, mod is a minor, don't be weird, etc.

Please note the blanket unreality warning in the description, I do not tag #unreality to avoid flooding the tag, but I do try to tag all non-out of character posts with #pkmn irl in case you need to block things from your dashboard at times! On that same note, OOC posts will be tagged as such, and I will mark them with green text (though often not past the first line, because it can be grating to look at after a while)

All trigger warnings will be tagged as "[word] tw" for the sake of consistency. And if I forget to tag something, please shoot me a dm or an ask!

Additionally: Please note that I am autistic and very chronically ill. I may have to end things earlier than they were planned to be because I just suddenly had a flare-up, and I often misinterpret/forget things, o7 please feel free to remind/correct me if I do!

Guidelines? I guess?

Literally any kind of pokemon irl blog can interact! Sentient pokemon, eebydeebies, evil teams, whatever. I'm chill with anyone, though the muse may not be, keep this in mind. If you want to do something, send me a dm! I'm more than happy to discuss things ^^

IN CHARACTER anon hate, be it just being an ass, homophobia, etc. etc. are perfectly fine. Note that I probably wont respond to all, especially if it seems to go a bit too far.

There'll probably be more to add later- but for now, here's the copy and pasted version :3

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotumblr #rotomblr #pokeblogging #blog intro #// SHEEESS BACKKKK :3

[hussyknee]

hi i have a question about z-lib (i saw you when i searched up z-lib here and thought you may know the answer) when i try to download books it directs me to this donation page with some links with bitcoin that’s apparently gonna get me an exclusive membership(?) but i do not want to donate, can’t i still use it like how it was before i do not understand (10 books for free each day)

Noooooo that's a phishing site! Zlib.is that appears as the top Google result is a scam site that's trying to steal login credentials and credit card info!! DO NOT RESPOND TO ANY EMAILS THEY SEND YOU. If you use the same email + password combo anywhere else, change it now.

Edit: Use this link to sign up.

Once you sign up via that, you'll be sent personal domain links that you can use to access the site. Zlib does use Bitcoin donations to gain membership that lets you download as many books as you want and access to added features, but its basic membership costs nothing and lets you download 10 books a day and send them to your email, which is good enough for normal users.

Never sign up for any piracy site without first googling whether the domain (the bit that comes after the dot) is a scam site or legit proxy. Always use a separate spam email account for this stuff, and never sign up for any piracy site that you can't use at all without giving them your credit card info.

#asks #anon #zlibrary #people not from the global south who want to pontificate about book piracy please fuck off from this post #we don't have access to half the books you do or its priced completely out of our currency range #we'll buy your shit at your prices when you stop sucking our resources dry for pennies on the dollar #and dumping your waste on our countries #phishing #scam site #internet scams #knee of huss

[acoldsovereign]

FOR THE MAN WHO WEARS HIS HEART ON HIS SLEEVES.

// @scarlxtleaves / @thuganomxcs / @peoplcshope

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{{ Happy Birthday, you fuckin' fucker! (I say this with love). I remember when I first came to the DBZ RPC months ago and I was so shy I didn't know how to communicate properly. People scared me. Following people scared me. People following me back scared me. I was freakin' scared of EVERYTHING. I even unfollowed a person I followed (and then followed them back when they checked in with me) because I realized how bad that looked/how problematic it could be if I didn't address it. I felt so bad, and I still do sometimes. I'm so glad that mutual was understanding and patient with me, aaaaaaaa. Needless to say, ya girl had SO many issues in the beginning. I was a HOT MESS. Hell, I didn't even have all of my muse info up but you didn't give a shit about none of that. You just took one look at my blog, saw 'despot of the universe' on my header and said 'LET IT RIP' like Beyblade. DUDE, you were ballsy as fuck and I'm so glad for that! You gave me my first ever starter here!!! THAT made me remember you! Everytime I logged in, it was to respond to our Future Gohan/Maiz fight thread. (I'm actually looking for it now because that's gonna be something I continue after I reply to someone else first 👀). You're one of the first people I ever plotted with too, even if that intimidated me a little. I mean, granted it was after you gave me the starter because I was freaking worried about everything, which was why I was all over your inbox, "okay, so she can do this and that...", "i have no problem with them having this sort of dynamic", etc. Gosh, you were overwhelmingly sweet and kind to me and I appreciate that. I know this is not something I should apologize for, but I'm still sorry that I scared you slightly when I changed my username to acoldsovereign from maizthefemalesaiyan, and didn't tell you in advance. I didn't realize you wouldn't recognize me so I had to put the former name in my old promo post. YOU'RE why I did that. I didn't know what other accounts you had and I just wanted to let you know it was meeeeeeee! ;w; But then you forgot your password to the blog so we couldn't even communicate anyway! One thing I will say-- it is funny I recently posted about Toriyama and Future Trunks and what the latter means to me because guess what blog I found you on. Guess what reunited us. Yeah.

FUTURE TRUNKS.

YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN?????? That man is always doing something for me! You would've thought he was REAL. But anyway, it was so cool to have you back on my dash again! It took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize who it was. I saw the name "Jay" on your promo post and it didn't cross my mind it was you, man. Not until I went down the blog and saw the writing style matched up. Remember how I just burst into your inbox and made some noise? And then you realized it was me? That shit was hilarious. We were so happy to see each other. Everything's been smooth sailing since then and we've created so many cursed memes, threads, jokes and storylines. Dude, we fuckin' made Rengakura. That little psychopath LOL. Well, moreso I made him but your response to that thread in particular made it so that he didn't come out any worse than he could've. Damn you for having Trunks make the right decision! (Again, I say this with love). At least in one verse, Trunks finally gets a happy-ish ending though. He lives with his mostly mellowed-out/former-tyrant for a wife and a pseudo-sane Saiyan-hybrid child on a spaceship, having space adventures. 🥺 Papa Trunks isn't something I knew I needed until I got it so thank you. I also did not know Maiz was actually capable of chilling the eff out-- THAT was a surprise to me. The fact that she's actually a decent mother is hilarious, considering all the fucked up stuff she's done before without blinking an eye. I also love how through our threads, you can see how she naturally came to care for him, even if she's sadistic and still messes with him from time to time. One of my favorites scenes with them unironically was when she offered to take Trunks to a tropical planet for his birthday. She was actually affectionate towards him the proper way more or less, but he didn't realize it because he was so used to her being busy/selfish/frosty/teasing. Bro thought he was dying. That was tragically sad yet funny all at once. I'd say more but this is already a lot and you already know how I feel about your Yusuke and our favorite assassin, Sanosuke.

Long story short- thank you for warmly welcoming me into this small, but chill RPC. I'll always love and appreciate you.

Happy birthday, Jaybird.

#Machismo (Sanosuke) #{{ i.... should probably make a tag for my edits huh. anyway take this. it'll always be love between us forever!!! have an amazing day! #OOC: Out of Limits

[pandoraslxna]

I feel like I’ve been gone a week and a lot has happened! What happened to Willow’s account? Is everyone ok?

Hi pookie, I’m glad to see you’re back and I hope you’re doing good? 🥹

Willow got kicked out of her blog and now can’t log back in and we still haven’t figured out why. Tumblr support isn’t responding and resetting her password won’t work either… 😩😩

#𝒯𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ #𝐿𝓊𝓃𝒶‘𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

[evilwickedme]

I'd love to hear more Bat social media thoughts if you have any

Oh I absolutely do

Civilian

Twitter:

Bruce, Dick, Cass, Tim, Steph, and Jason all have twitter. The first four have verified accounts (like proper verified, not the shit Musky introduced). Jason's twitter is just something like litlover666

Tim has an extra anonymous account to post absolute shit in and pick fights with. Steph picks fights on main and makes fun of Bruce constantly. Jason posts mostly book reviews with the occasional photo of whatever he's eating right now and recommendation for some mom and pop restaurant in the worst parts of Gotham. He has a cult following

Bruce's account is entirely PR. He doesn't even have the password. Not because he can't be trusted with it but because he doesn't give a fuck. Every once in a while his social media intern asks him for some photo or he texts them about a charity he wants to promote and that's the extent of his involvement

Dick is sporadic with his use. He tweets happy birthdays to everyone including members of the batfam who aren't on Twitter (see Damian) and responds to random @ s a lot

Cass mostly uses it to crosspost videos of herself dancing from Instagram and retweets Steph's shitposting

Instagram:

Duke, Cass, and Steph all have Instagram. Only Cass is verified, because Duke is too new to the batfam. It irritates him more than he'll admit

Again, Cass's insta is mainly photos and videos of her dancing. She also posts a lot of photos with her family tho, especially in embarrassing situations nobody knew she'd managed to capture on camera

Steph uses it mainly to lurk but her friends only stories are a LOT of fun

Duke posts his poetry on there sometimes, but mostly it's a casual Instagram with pictures of friends and family and selfies. He also posts pictures of Damian's pets every once in a while cause he thinks it's a shame Damian is too young to join the platform and post them himself (Damian is like 11 or 12 at most in my mind and Alfred actually enforces the no social media before you're 13 rule)

Tim deleted his finsta when he became Robin cause it was dedicated to Bat content and that was Embarrassing

Tumblr:

Only Steph and Tim have tumblrs. Jason would thrive on here, but he doesn't have time to figure out any other platform beside the one he's on. Neither Steph nor Tim told each other outright they have tumblrs, but they found each other and became mutuals anyway. Tim doesn't use the platform so much anymore, he was way more into it when he was like 13 or 14, but Steph keeps up with ALL the memes. Both accounts are anonymous but Tim has a HUGE following for telling random stories about his life that sound entirely made up except he always provides photographic evidence or some other kind of proof

Tiktok

WE PR made Bruce start a TikTok and he insisted it be a Wayne family TikTok because, again, he Did Not Want To Deal With It. Tim's supposed to be in charge of it but Dick is addicted. He has his own account too but he only ever posts on the Wayne family TikTok account, mostly to brag about his siblings' accomplishments

Cass, again, has a dance-focused account. She once posted herself dancing with Jason and everyone freaked out over who this giant dude is until he was legally brought back to life. Nobody in the batfam knows how she managed to get him to agree to participate but he was actually really good

Dick's personal account is not as active as the Wayne family account but he posts gymnastics there sometimes

Neither Alfred nor Kate are on social media for very different reasons. Babs is on every platform as a lurker, but on Twitter she interacts with Dick and Cass sometimes. Damian isn't allowed yet but once he turns 13 he becomes an absolute TERROR on twitter

Vigilante

Twitter:

The JLA, Titans, and Young Justice teams all have team accounts of various diplomatic quality. Diana runs the first for the most part, basically every member of the Titans team gets their chances with it at some point for theirs, and Cassie and Tim have learned their lesson about letting anybody except the two of them tweet from the YJ account

Nightwing's account is excessively popular. A lot of people thirst follow him but also sometimes he eviscerates someone horrible and it's extremely funny

Spoiler's account is also popular for being just as feral as her civilian main

It's a recurring joke among the superhero community that everyone is very lucky that Robin doesn't have an account

Signal's account is low-key

Oracle's account is vital, she provides a lot of early warnings for civilians when there are Arkham breakouts and the like. A lot of people have notifications turned on for her account

TikTok:

Just like the Wayne's account, the batfam has an account. It's mostly funny bits from cowl cam but Red Robin has posted a series of videos triggering Red Hood into talking about his various interests (literature, proper gun maintenance, the actual programs that would benefit crime alley) all of which go extremely viral

And that's everything I have right now!! If anybody wants fic recs for social media aus or wants to know my hcs for other heroes' social media just shoot me an ask 🥰

#social media #batfam #dc #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #cassandra cain #tim drake #stephanie brown #duke thomas #barbara gordon #gail speaks #ask #anonymous