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bebx · 8 months

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2 legendary characters portrayed by 2 legendary actors, Johnny and Jamie !!

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aerishines · 1 month

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Kiss of life | 1st single album [midias touch]

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dheelan · 2 years

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001 and eleven be like

#stranger things s4 #001 stranger things #stranger things #dustin henderson #steve harrington #lucas sinclair #001 #001 x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things spoilers #my art #🕸️!post with alot of likes

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asuyaka · 6 months

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It is currently 3AM for me rn so apologies in advance if this looks like it was typed by a drunk person,

I've had this idea at random, but I'd like to request Teen!Gojo with Male!Reader(who Gojo has a fat crush on) who is very physically affectionate and by the power of plot armor has the a ability to break through Gojo's infinity. And so he uses this power, not to beat the living shit out of Gojo but rather to sneak behind him and either give him bear hugs from behind or tickle his sides whenever he isn't looking.

★ - Thank you for requestin' anon !! 'm in love with this concept s'muchhh!

☆ - Teen! Gojo Satoru x Plot armored! Male Reader (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

You,—contrary to popular belief— weren't a strong sorcerer.

At least not compared to the almighty Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. The strongest sorcerers of the modern era.

Though, there is one thing about your technique that could easily make you one of the strongest. If you trained and worked with it, but that's too much work.

Your technique was sort of like Shoko's. RCT, but you had better control of it due to constant training when you were young.

So, what does a young teenager, whose bored out of his mind, do at times like these?

Stifling a giggle, you channel your cursed energy on your hands, sneaking up behind Gojo who was too busy arguing with Geto about something.

You pass through Infinity easily, grabbing Gojo by the waist, picking him up, and twirling him around. "Hi, Gojo!!"

Gojo yelps in surprise. It isn't every day—scratch that— no-one was able to get through Infinity unless he lets them. No-one except for the person holding him, who as much as he denies, has a fat, big, huge, ginormous, and massive crush on.

"[Name], it's great to see you," Geto says sharing a knowing and mocking look at Gojo, who is desperately trying to calm himself.

You keep your hands on Gojo's waist, peeking your head through the crook of the albino's neck. "Do you know when that crepe store down the street opens?

"Uhm... it opens tomorrow at 3," Gojo mutters as he pushes his glasses further up his face to hopefully hide the increasing blush on his face.

[Name] giggles happily, spinning Gojo around a few more times. "We should go when it does! It'll be like a nice little get-together!"

Geto snorts. "Ah, I won't be able to go and Shoko is... being Shoko. You and Satoru should go together don't you think?"

Gojo snaps his head up glaring daggers into his friend's eyes. He knew exactly what Geto was trying to plan, and [Name] being the absolute angel he is—

"Yeah, that sounds fun!! Just me 'n you, right Gojo?"

—agrees without a second thought.

[Name]'s hands move from his waist to his torso, a scheming smile on his face.

"[Name] don't. I swear to—"

Gojo interrupts himself with a loud laugh his hands on [Name]'s wrist, his glasses falling onto his nose as he shakes his head frantically. "S-stop it! Suguru! Do s-soemthing!"

Geto raises his hands up defensively. "Hear no evil, see no evil."

"[N-Name!] St- ah! Stop ittttt!!" Gojo's eyes are brimming with tears now, his chest heaving and his body convulsing. He hates being tickled, mostly because his body is so damn sensitive due to Infinity.

But [Name] just... God he doesn't know where to start.

You let go of his torso with a bright smile your hands immediately settling back on his waist. You were a big physical touch person if that wasn't already obvious.

"We're gonna have so much fun on this date, Gojo!"

Geto laughs at his friend's expense who was blushing. Like, whole body blushing.

Gojo swallows thickly, forcing himself to remember it was a friend date. They were just friends.

Only friends.

Fuck, he was in love with this idiot.

"Y-yeah. We'll have fun without Suguru!" Gojo is quick to regain his normal attitude. Well, as normal as it can be with the man he swears he's going to spend his life with nuzzling his neck, talking with Suguru about something he couldn't care any less about.

"I'm glad I'm not coming. I know you'll have a fun time, [Name]. Satoru has quite the surprise for you." Geto teases, drawing an air heart between the two.

"Suprise? What suprise?"

Gojo blushes it feels like his skin is going to melt off. "Nothing! Suguru is making stuff up!"

"Mhm. Sureeee."

[Name] presses into Gojo's cheek. "C'mon tell me!"

Gojo glares at his friend who just shrugs.

So much for being his best friend.

#ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 — ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴ' ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ #gojo x male reader #jjk fluff #jjk x male reader #gojo satoru #male reader #001 #⋆｡𖦹 — ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ#★: anon!#Gojo fluff #Fluff #jujutsu kaisen

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bbbrrritv · 5 months

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#digital art #milgram #art #muu kusunoki #haruka sakurai #001 #004 #harumuu

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prisoner-000 · 8 months

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INNOCENT, isn't that right?

#milgram #milgram project #these are free to use btw! i will do the guilty prisoners in a hot second :-)#haruka sakurai #yuno kashiki #muu kusunoki #shidou kirisaki #kazui mukuhara #kotoko yuzuhira #001 #002 #004 #005 #007 #010

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oscarwildebutwilder · 2 months

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JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER as HENRY CREEL | Stranger Things S4E7 "The Massacre at Hawkins Lab"

#i love my men unhinged #jamie campbell bower #vecna #henry creel #001 #peter ballard #stranger things #strangerthingsedit #st4 #jcb #jamie bower #barbieaemondgifs

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veledmaradnekhatudnam · 3 months

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#001 #4436 #saját kép #myphoto

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bebx · 7 months

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I know Vecna was watching the whole thing with a Starbucks drink and a bowl of popcorn on his lap

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aerishines · 1 month

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Kiss of life | 1st single album [midias touch]

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magnolias-make-me-happy · 2 years

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“joseph quinn is the sexiest man alive” i say into the mic, the crowd boos. i begin to walk off the stage in shame. “no, she’s right!” i hear a voice in the back say. the lights come on. it’s jamie campbell bower.

#they’re gay and in love #joseph quinn #jamie campbell bower #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie my beloved #vecna #henry creel #stranger things incorrect quotes #stranger things meme #eddie my love #joseph and jamie #jamie and joseph #joseph quinn my beloved #incorrect quotes #joseph quinn meme #001 #001 stranger things #vecnussy

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floatyflowers · 2 years

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Yandere Husband! 001 (Vecna) x Reader

You are the biological daughter of Dr. Martin Brenner.

You don't have any powers, yet you help around the lab.

All the children love you and consider you their older sister, not just because you are Dr Martin Brenner's daughter, but also because you are kind to them.

You are sometimes even able to convince your father to take it easy on them.

That's what attracted 001 to you, he didn't feel like you are faking it.

That's your true nature, not like his parents, who were according to him, just faking it.

But, you are truly a sweet person.

He would watch you in secret sing every child to sleep with your gentle voice, which made him jealous.

He wanted you to only belong to him.

So, 001 didn't waste any time on using his manipulative skills to make you fall in love with him.

You didn't see his true evil intentions, you only saw him as a handsome gentleman who cares for the children as you do.

Adding to that, you never had the chance to have any boyfriend.

Which made it easy for 001 to convince you to marry him in secret.

"What if Papa finds out about this?"

"Don't worry, he won't"

You two at the time just said the vows and considered yourself husband and wife.

Of course, your meetings would get more difficult with time.

Which made 001 think of a way to escape this place, and take you with him.

But, he also wished to get rid of everyone.

And the answer was Eleven.

However, things turned out bad when you saw him murder the children except for Eleven.

001 tried to convince you that you, him and Eleven could run away together, and become a family.

But, that only made you and Jane feel betrayed.

You felt betrayed that he has been hiding the fact that he is Henry Creel the boy who murdered his sister and mother.

There's no way, you, him, and El could become a family.

Jane then used her powers on 001 in fear that he might hurt you.

She killed him.

Or did she?

As 001, now Vecna, won't stop at anything until he gets you back.

Whole work: ao3

#001 #vecna x reader #stranger things x reader #yandere stranger things #love #hate #manipulation #tw: toxic relationships #peter ballard #peter ballard x reader #001 x reader

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endiness · 2 years

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ONE Stranger Things 4.07 "The Massacre at Hawkins Lab"

#strangerthingsedit #001 #henry creel #vecna #stranger things #dailystrangerthings #tvstrangerthings #netflixedit #tvedit #dailynetflix #filmtvcentral #cinemapix #cinematv #!gif

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inklore · 2 years

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teach me to be cruel.

premise: bad girls get rewarded, good girls get nothing.

pairing: peter ballard x (f)reader

word count: 1.20k

warnings: eighteen+ content, porn with plot, dark, fingering, orgasm denial, mentions of murder and blood, peter is a warning himself, slight degradation, undertones of manipulation.

etc: we’ve finally made it here, i’ve finally done it, it was only a matter of time before another devilish blonde man consumed me, this is not shocking lmao.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

The hard concrete at your back, the blades of your shoulder pressed into it, is cold and seeps through your gown. The heat from your body is radiating off of you like a furnace as if his fingers between your legs were hot pokers that were sparking small flames in your insides until an inferno has started up and you feel like every organ and bone in your body is being melted down to something plabable; like the play-doh the children play with in the rainbow room.

The wire to your morality vacant and lacking a pulse. Sometimes you wondered if there was something wrong with it, that moral part of your brain that everyone has for basic human survival. “Sometimes it gets crossed with another wire, an evil one” Papa had said. Looking at you with about as much interest as he does when he’s ordering the group of you to throw each other across the room, upon your asking of what made someone bad. Cruel.

The answer had done little to make you run off of the beaten path you currently walked along. It hadn’t made that moral wire in your brain go off and rethink this. Rethink meeting him in closets. Rethink using your powers to turn afternoon sneaks into nightly rendezvous between your bed sheets; his hand pressed to your mouth, his deep grunts of “You don’t know how to be quiet do you? Pathetic” in your ear. A smirk on his lips when you looked up at him and gave him those pleading eyes, the ones with tears at your ducts and devotion filled in them like a hornets nest ready to be opened and released onto the world.

It’s where his interests lie with you.

You were a hornets nest he kept kicking until you were nothing but a carcass of something made to be strong, to house something that was supposed to give life. And now all you do is take it away, for him. But wasn’t that your purpose here? To be used for what you have, for what you were. The only difference between him and Papa was that you were in love with him. Devoted.

When you did something bad, made others bleed for fun, on accident, because you went too far, were too powerful; Peter never scolded. Never reprimanded. He filled that whole of shame in you, that morality with something thick and suffocating, something that felt more like home than this sterile hell you were born in.

So why should you feel bad when his fingers are between your legs, or his tongue? Those moral feelings of how wrong it is to let him mold and shape your molten insides that he’s burned into his perfect killing machine to help him with his vision: had no home inside of you.

The wires of power and devotion—lust—wrapping around any good wire you had until it was strangled and all you had left was the bad, the evil that Peter kissed, sucked, and fucked in and out of you.

His fingers inside of you right now is the only kind of good you want, need. His thumb rubbing hard strokes into your clit, forearm resting on the wall beside your head. His scowl is deep, his lips red and raw from how hard he had kissed you—from the teeth you had bit into his bottom lip to silent your moans, so no one would hear through the door as he fucked you with his fingers.

“Here I thought you knew how to listen to directions.” You can trace the annoyance in his voice right back to the girl in the infirmary right now. Body twisted in pain, heart still beating. The weakling he encouraged you to end the suffering of—one of many he’s asked you to take care of for him.

“I did.” You say in puffs, your jaw going slack for half a second when you feel the curl of one of his fingers and it makes your fists ball at your sides, your legs shaking. “She–I–”

His free hand is at the back of your neck squeezing the muscle there, making you look directly at him, a wince of pain replacing your stuttering and getting lost in the mixture of pleasure between your thighs. “She’s still alive. She’s still suffering, even more now that you’ve broken her bones.” The blue of his irises are dark, like a sea you’re drowning in. The casting shadow of his scowl making them appear almost black. “You didn’t listen to directions,” the up tick of the corner of his mouth only makes your stomach sink lower. Leaning his face close to your lips, enough to have your eyes straining to look up at his height, “and now you don’t get to cum.”

The whine you let out is a mix of frustration and anguish at words, and the stretch of him adding a third finger inside of you—something you could take, pleaded for when you couldn’t have the stretch of his cock. But as his fingers press up and move faster, quicker, the squelch of your wetness louder than your ragged gasps from trying to keep quiet. The pressure of his thumb still moving against your clit so good that you know this has nothing to do with your pleasure, this is a punishment.

You didn’t follow orders and now he wants to see if you even know how to; don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.

Peter thinking you were anything less than his devoted disciple was the only thing that could bring you to tears. Not his cruelty, not the bloodshed he’s helped paint your hands with. He was your only weakness, and the only thing that could make you possess any grotesque human condition; love.

And he knows it, brings a smile to his face. Loved using it against you in and out of your bed; teasing you until you were so sickly weak for him to touch you—to fuck you, “you look so beautiful when you have that pathetic look on your face” he’d confess into your ear as he fucked you from behind; “this is the way you were meant to look, covered in their blood, beautiful” he’d declare as he ran his fingers over the dried blood on your tits as he thrusted into you.

He loved your love for him. Just as he loved your power. He could use it. Consume it.

What he didn’t love was good. It only caused disappointment and that’s what you have done. Disappointed him. The girl was still alive and you were being punished for it.

“I’m,” you swallow, whimper. “I’m sorry, please.”

His grin is dark, demented, dead. “Begging only makes it worse.” He presses his lips to your forehead, whispers against it. “Focus. Because if you cum, you won’t for a week.”

“Please,” You can feel your walls throbbing, clenching, swelling around his fingers. That low ache in your belly that feels more like a death sentence right now than it usually does when Peter’s touching you like this.

"You haven't shown me you've earned it. I think you've forgotten our purpose here.” There’s no pity in his eyes as he runs his nose down the bridge of yours, pulling back to grin down at you. “Good girls don’t get to cum.”

#peter ballard x reader #peter ballard #peter ballard x you #peter ballard smut #stranger things smut #001 x reader #henry creel x reader #peter ballard x y/n #001 #001 smut #001 x you #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #peter ballard fic #henry creel #henry creel smut

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hainethehero · 2 years

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Knowing what we know now about Vecna, you HAVE to admit that Billy was an absolute badass for looking this thing dead in the eye and going FACE TO FACE with it. He must've been so scared, and Vecna called him weak and fragile. But that's Henry's ego talking. He put down El too when she refused to join him. Billy was powerful in this moment. With a little help from El, he was able to break Vecna's mind control and stand up to him. A measly human, with LITERALLY NO IDEA of what exactly he was facing. (Eddie and Robin were still brought into the fold and had an idea of what was going on.)

And for that, I say rock on Billy Hargrove. You're a hero too. You saved lives too.

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