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equallyshaw · 2 months

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call your mom | q. hughes. ↠ based off the song by noah kahan! ↠ best friend duo! sunny is her nickname! ↠ warnings: talks of anxiety, depression and an attempt. (not shown) also, some grammatical errors ! ↠ word count: 2k

quinn knew it all, and had known about it since their first frat party they attended when she ended up drunk which resulted in an anxiety attack; during their freshman year at michigan. yet, he never let that get in the way of their budding friendship and hadn't let it over the past almost 7 years of knowing one another. the longest friendship, she'd had outside her other best friend sadie. he would pick up at every 3 am call she'd make to him, he would call her when the ghosting she did began or would figure out where she was when he'd come home during the summer & she wouldn't come to the lake house while not letting him know. or most importantly he wanted to say everything he felt too, when all the times he would catch her telling her true feelings for him, but then she would make a sarcastic and dark-humored joke about it, before changing the subject.

she was his best friend, throughout all of his shit too. she'd go above and beyond for him, and quinn felt less than at times about it. how much compensation she'd do for him when she was hurting and in need of a hug or a pep talk. when she needed warmth and safety. so when she proposed staying in detroit after four years at michigan, for a business degree, he jumped at the prospect. selfishly, at least a little part for quinn, was that he'd know that she was safe at all times- albeit his brothers, their shared groups of friends from michigan, or his parents. to which she'd made a joke of it, "how do its feel to be behind mama hughes on my emergency contact list?"

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Oh, you're spiralin' again The moment right before it ends, you're most afraid of But, don't you cancel any plans 'Cause I won't let you get the chance to never make them

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it was a rainy, torrential downpour, july friday evening in the detroit - ann arbor area. it was around 9 pm when she'd just gotten out work due to a project that blew up in her and her colleague's faces- so the five of them were stuck there until it was done. she knew that this was her breaking point, and it seemed like once a quarter she'd simply lose it. start ghosting everybody she loved, canceling plans or not even bothering to show up to them without a word. so now here she was, sitting in her townhouse garage and sobbing. she'd been denying each and every call that quinn had been making, the duration of the drive home. she'd promised to call him after she got out to discuss her flight in the morning, to toronto where he was with his brothers and a few friends and girlfriends. she couldn't pull herself to bring herself inside after shutting her car off. she couldn't pull herself together to shower, to eat or to even finish packing for her flight. she couldn't even pull herself to wipe her cheeks that were molten red and drenched with salty tears.

all the way in toronto, quinn was panicking. freaking out outside of the restaurant they were all at. why wasn't she picking up? his mind ran with soulless ideas and thoughts, one's that made him think the worst and on the verge of throwing up. after the 20th call (i know) he called his mom, who said she hadn't heard from her since the previous sunday when they went to brunch, despite her telling his mom that she'd text her something that week. and then once ellen had said that it had been pouring the whole day and hadn't let up, his anxiety surged. what if she slid into a ditch? what if she skidded into another car? lost her vision through the windshield? a million thoughts echoed throughout his mind, as he tried to calm himself down. "if you cannot get ahold of her before 12, i will go over there to make sure she is ok." ellen offered, and that made quinn breathe a bit. that was the first thing he thought of when she said she'd be staying in detroit, that his mom would be nearby at all times. as selfishly as that was, quinn thought.

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Don't let this darkness fool you All lights turned off can be turned on I'll drive, I'll drive all night I'll call your mom

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she pushed her garage door open into the mud room, sliding her purse and shoes off. she slowly made her way towards the kitchen, grabbing the water canister from the fridge and pouring herself a tall glass. her phone continued to buzz with messages from quinn, and now luke and jack, who were overly concerned for the one person they saw as an older sister. she peered down at it, and saw a text from quinn stating: please text, call, anything please. im gonna drive home tonight - rn. she sighed, pulling her phone into her hands and typing, "don't." and quinn pressed his head down on the restaurant table, he had just sat back down at. she pressed the button to call him and he picked up on the second ring, "don't do that quinn, im fine." she lied through gritted teeth. he shook his head, heading back outside. "sunny...please." he begged, as his voice broke. a thick crack with emotion bubbling underneath. "i promise, im ok." she lied again, and now her body was betraying her. "sunny?" he asked softly, and then he heard her sobs. "sunny?" he questioned again, as her sobs got heavier. "im sorry. im sorry quinine.....god, i wish-" she paused as she realized what she was gonna say, something she'd wanted to say for years when he'd be there to comfort her. "i wish i'd never met you quinnie, you have never deserved any of this and do not deserve it." she sobbed, breaking quinn's heart in the process. "no! you don't get to say that, or believe that. because i sure as hell don't." he argued and she shook her head. "no, you don't deserve a friend that doesn't see the good in the world. who doesn't look towards tomorrow with a mindset of, that things are gonna be better. tomorrow's a new day. you don't deserve that, your family, my family- nobody deserves it." she croaked, wiping her tears roughly off of her cheeks.

quinn's heart broke, "i promise sunny- this time its gonna be different. we will get you better help, ill take you wherever we need to go to get you the help you need. were not giving up, ok? im not nor ever going to give up. you're my best friend sunny, we will work through this. there's so much good about you and the way you treat everybody around you. everything is gonna be ok sunny, ok?" he pleaded, and she heard her sniffles. "i promise that everything will be made new, sunny. let me - let me drive home right now, ill call your mom- ill call my mom, everything will be ok!" he said more so to trick himself into thinking it, but he was terrified. she shook her head, "no its quinnie, im just gonna go to sleep." she said before hanging up.

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Waiting room, no place to stand His greatest fears and wringing hands and the loudest silence If you could see yourself like this If you could see yourself like this, you'd have never tried it

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as quinn was just getting his bags together from the hotel room, and waiting on the delivery of a rental car - he got the call from his mom. he was with his brothers when he got it. he called her after sunny had hung up, asking her to go be with her until he could get there. about 2 hours later because of flooding and how bad the vision was that evening, ellen had made it to her townhouse right outside of detroit. and the moment she got off the phone with 911, she called quinn. whose world was rightfully, broken in half.

quinn stood in the waiting room after driving back with his brothers, and so the three of them stood there silently. ellen was the only one with sunny at that moment, now - 6 am. ellen had been with sunny since 1 am, that morning after her and jim drove to check on her. jack called sunny's mom, who lived in Indianapolis with her step father, who instantly got in the car and drove up to detroit. who were nearing their arrival any minute. all three of the boy's minds ran wild with thoughts and feelings, but quinns. his were lethal at this point, and filled with guilt, more than anything. quinn's head whipped up when he saw jim walking from the elevator and nodded towards quinn, and then his two other sons. "come with me." jim said before he took them with him upstairs. she'd been taken to the psych floor after she had arrived.

"she is ok quinn." jim said placing a hand on his shoulder to try to comfort him. quinn nodded softly, the look on his face of somebody who was mentally gone. jim and the three boys, stepped out and towards her room. ellen turned her head when the door opened, "your dad and i are gonna head downstairs to wait for her parents, we will be downstairs." ellen said standing up and quinn nodded, "we'll go with you." jack said referring to him and luke, who nodded as well. "let us know if you need anything q." ellen said comfortingly and he nodded, still looking towards sunny. the family walked out, leaving quinn who sat down next to the girl. she was sleeping peacefully and soundly, not flinching or stirring the dark haired girl after he grabbed her hands softly. his hands eclipsed hers, as he did so. he brought their hands to his lips, as he sat forward with his elbows on knees. "fucking a sunny." he mumbled to himself, "i thought i'd lost you for good this time." he added as silent tears poured out thinking about the last time, this almost happened.

Stayed on the line with you the entire night 'Til you told me that you had to go

"i dont want to do it anymore quinnie." she sobbed. her final semester of senior year was getting to her, and she was stressed beyond the max with work, her internship and life in general. and what made it harder, was that quinn was in vancouver while she was in ann arbor.

"what can i do for you, sunny? please tell me what i can do."

"you can't do anything q, there's nothing stopping me or in my way anymore." she cried.

quinn shook his head, "dont say that. you know that isn't true. you've got your mom, sister, brother, sadie, my family and, and me. and you're whole future ahead of you." he said through a scratchy voice.

"sunny, please stay on the line with me until you fall asleep. i don't care how late it is." he said - no pleaded.

"i gotta go quinnie. ill call you tomorrow morning." she said before hanging up, before heading over to the hughes' residence.

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Oh, dear, don't be discouraged I've been exactly where you are

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sure, quinn could not totally relate to sunny. but he had had his moments. when his first season ended, the off season between the 2022-2023 season and 2023-2024. where the team had been god awful. he'd had moments of unclarity, throughout their friendship. but certainly, never on the level of her's. but there were moments where the two could bond on a different level, and where the two could feel exactly how the other felt.

he'd come out on the other side every single time, and did not let it discourage him. he knew it was a part of life, and the career that he chose. he hoped at some point, before it was too late, that she'd come out on top on the other side.

that she'd finally be able to get some peace in life.

she woke up around 7:30 am, with her parents in the hallway with ellen and jim, talking quietly over everything. quinn sat next to her, while his brothers went to go get coffee and small breakfast items for everybody. when the girl awoke, she did not expect to be there in the hospital. she didn't expect to see quinn beside her, looking past her out the window. she didn't expect to be alive, to be quite honest. she shifted a little bit as tears formed in her eyes, as she felt guilt wash over her. and a bit of frustration, that it hadn't worked.

"sunny.." quinn began trailing off, as he felt her hand pull from his and saw her shift in the bed. she looked at him with the biggest puppy eyes he'd ever seen, and then her lips began to quiver. he quickly hopped into the hospital bed, pulling her into him as she began to sob. her throat dry and scratchy as she began to speak, "why?" she begged. "why me?" she added, as quinn kissed her head. "why am i so broken?" she sobbed into the warmth of his chest, as he began to cry with her. "i don't deserve you quinnie, i don't. i never have and never will." she croaked, and he frowned. he pulled back a bit and brought his hands to her cheeks, to make her look at him. he shook his head, "i don't deserve you my sunny." he began, before swallowing. "from the moment i met you, in that god awful english course, you showed me that a person can be relentlessly kind, incredibly unselfish, and even if you don't realize it - you find the good in everything and everyone." he paused, "and now you need to find that goodness in yourself. because it is there." he finished, his brown eyes pouring into hers.

both of their eyes filled with tears, and their bodies full of nerves.

she nodded softly, "and if you couldn't tell through that thick skull of yours- that's my way of telling you i love you." he quickly diffused the situation, "and how much love i have for you." he added quickly. she smiled softly, "i love you too, quinnie. thankyou for pointing out my thick skull." she hummed, before leaning into his left hand.

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Throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason Don't wanna drive another mile wonderin' if you're breathin' So, won't you stay, won't you stay, won't you stay with me?

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it was now early august, and between therapy and time away from work- the girl was finally beginning to understand what quinn had meant when the two spoke that early morning at the hospital. he'd been there every day with her since then, making sure she got the appropriate help alongside her mom. he'd made sure he kept her schedule in order, making sure she went to her in-person therapy sessions, made sure that she was eating enough, drinking enough water, and made sure to take her mind off of it all. this was one of their final full weeks together, and quinn wanted to make the most of it.

he drove the two from ann arbor down to new buffalo michigan, on lake michigan about two in a half hours outside of chicago. he rented the two a small beach house on a private beach for the getaway. this morning the girl rose around 5:04 am, right before sunrise. she quickly got out of the shared bed (which wasn't a shared bed in the beginning, but after a night staying up to talk it naturally became one.) and headed out towards the beach that was a foot off of the back deck. she made her way down the beach, after slipping on a one piece and submerged herself quickly into the lukewarm water.

she dunked herself underneath the water, before swimming back to the surface. she hadn't realized that quinn had followed her out, after feeling the bed shift and then a cold spot in her wake. she turned behind her after quinn had snapped a pic, and she smiled. "morning q." she smiled, now swimming on her back. he smiled, sitting down on the deck and putting his legs in the water.

"will I be subject to a pep talk today?" she teased with a grin, as quinn chuckled. he shrugged, "maybe." he mused. "let me guess its gonna include punching somebody, giving myself a reason to do things and possible falling in love? two topics of which haven't been talked about?" she quipped, pulling herself up the deck to sit next to him on it. she leaned her head that was soaked on his shoulder, and he smiled softly resting his on hers.

"why dont you come back to vancouver with me?" he questioned out loudly, a few minutes later. she felt her breathe hitch in her throat, before removing her head from his. "you don't have to say yes right now but...i don't know if i can go without seeing you. i don't think i can handle you ghosting me and shutting the world out. after that night, i don't want to wake up and fear that you arent breathing anymore. but ofcourse, if you won't come with me- ill stay here. ill take some time off, and we can work on things." he offered and she shook her head. "you you cant do that for me." she pleaded and he now shook his head, "id do anything for you sunny, don't you understand that?" he paused to gauge her reaction, "id do everything in my power and simply - my existence for you. you have been such a light in my life despite everything, since the moment you walked into it. and i frankly, am never letting you walk out of it." he said as she began to feel overwhelmed. she'd never thought about how quinn felt about her, through everything. especially through the short term girlfriend he'd had and the talking stages that went nowhere with girls.

"dont say what it is i think you're going to say." she begged, as she began to cry. more so, happy tears. he wiped them quickly, looking into her eyes. "i love you, and have always loved you. even from the sidelines and through my own shit i have loved you from that first damn and god-awful frat party, and from the moment you said hi." he said rubbing his thumbs across her cheeks. she clasped her eyes shut and shook her head, "look at me pretty girl." he whispered and she reopened them. "back in the hospital room, you said it then, why did you try to run it back? why did you try to neutralize it?" she questioned, "because you didn't deserve it in that moment. you deserved better." he answered. she nodded, "i would have said it back quinnie. i would have said it if you hadn't shut up." she said with a small grin. his head cocked to the side just a bit. "i love you quinn, and i have always. i've loved you through everything. your dedication to never giving up on me, has shown me some of the greatest love in life. and in turn, has made me fall so deeply in love with you." she confessed and quinn smiled. he smiled widely before leaning in slowly, but it was too slow for the girl. she connected the two's lips and melted into his body.

she pulled away, "oh and before we move on for the day, id love to come to come to van with you. i miss brock." she teased before he pulled the girl up and towards the lake house.

and now here we are !!!! i hope you enjoyed, especially if you made it to this point🫶🏻

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teyamsatan · 11 months

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ok so i am now incredibly sore from the gym to the point my legs gave out and i collapsed onto the ground while it did hurt an idea awakened within me

can u just imagine neteyam like massaging your sore spots kissing them and being like "do not worry yawntu, you will feel better soon"

BUT ALSO smutty thought of him just holding you up and wide saying how good you make him feel and he'll make you feel better 😭AHHHHHH

ok goodbye love you mwahwhahwhhwhwwhah

i hope you're less sore after this, bestie ;)

wc: 487 words

warnings: smut (18+, minors dni - p in v, praising)

"Ow, Teyam, it hurts!" his low, soft chuckles bring small bouts of annoyance in your chest, that immediately settle as his long fingers trace the curve of your spine from your loincloth to your neck, leaving flutters of spiny, prickling shivers in their wake, before wrapping around your shoulders, his thumbs pressing on the knots that have formed there in the days of unrelenting practice and training you have been subjected to. "Relax, my love. that's why i'm here."

His touch is skilled, like it always is, and the relief you feel in all the sore muscles his hands work through is instantaneous and terribly needed, and by the end of his ministrations, you are fully melted into your mattress, deep and steady breaths bringing you close to slumber. Those breaths cease promptly and immediately as his hands reach the plum of your ass, slowly inching downwards, to your glossed-over folds, that he marvels at, as he removes you from the constraints of your loincloth.

"t-teyam, what are you doing?"

"shh, yawne, just making sure you are... fully relaxed. it would be such a... shame to have to go to sleep without all of your... knots loosened."

he gathers some of the slick already dripping down your body and you whimper at the contact and at not being able to see him, see his face stretched into a mischievous grin or his glimmering eyes as he takes in your wet pussy, so ready for him already, before he even filled you.

A small moan escapes his lips as he brings his fingers to his lips and licks them cleam, and you clench around nothing at the erotic sound, so filthy and so exciting in his voice and in his tone, and you want nothing more for that sound to be the soundtrack of your life, to fill your every moment and every day, from now until eternity.

"you taste so good, yawne. so good."

the thick head of his cock makes your hips buck in surprise as it greets your sopping entrance and you feel your vision blurring as tears prickle in your eyes from the overwhelming stretch, as he pushes gently into you, a stretch that never got easier, or less intense, or less mindblowingly pleasurable. Each inch is a step closer to heaven, to nirvana, to valhalla, to eywa, and when he bottoms out, you feel ecstasy take over your brain and your body, like a current ready to sweep you off your feet.

"such a good girl. the best girl. you always take me so well, yawne. now let's see about untying those pesky knots."

safe to say you were fully relaxed after that, and the soreness in some muscles was swiftly replaced with an ache in others, one you never wanted to part with, and smiling a soft, spent smile as you felt sleep overtake you, you knew he would never let you.

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christinarowie332 · 5 months

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stupid fucking kid

part 2 of “stupid horny fucks”

chris sturniolo x reader .

angst .

warnings : language , talk of sex . angst . depictions of depressive episodes. regret .

not proof read cuz i don’t have time for that. 😀

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it’s been a week . seven days of avoiding conversations with him , seven days of “oh sorry i’m busy” messages to nick when he asks to come over . i cant even think straight .

one week ago .

“he flops down next to me , his chest heaving and loose curls wet slightly around his neck with sweat .

“what the fuck just happened” i say looking over to him

he just stares at the ceiling .

what the fuck just happened .

“i’m gonna go-“ i try to continue but the sight of chris’s eyes closed and soft hums of sleep stop me .

my mind races with scenarios and past conversations. he doesn’t want a relationship. i don’t even know if i do . i just fucked my best-friend. how the fuck did that even happen . the same kid that i see allmost everyday , i’ve known him for years , what the fuck have i just done .

“chris i’m gonna go .” i whisper to his sleeping body , while getting out of bed and grabbing the sweatpants and tank top from the floor , and leaving the room . as i walk downstairs my vision gets blurry as regret and guilt sets in . i can hear nick and matt ask questions but before i know it i’m in my car and speeding home .

what the fuck just happened.

now.

the ceiling seems to move as i stare into the white space, shadows curve and shift with stars before i blink them away and look towards the notification lighting up my dark room . i notice the time . 2.36 , jesus . not bothering to read the notification i silence my phone and turn over in my sheets . the cold kisses my face as my cheeks slide over my pillow , fingers numb at the temperature as i place them both under the cover and curl the duvet up to my neck . closing my eyes allows the thoughts to run wild , my estranged relationship with the triplets , the fact i haven’t left my house in days , my plants are wilted as i’ve neglected them. chris .

i open my eyes and see the mascara stained bedding from last night . grey droplets seeping into the fabric left marks . a physical reminder for everyone to see . well. that’s if anyone bothered to check on me . it’s not their fault , the moment matt called me to check if i was ok i changed the subject, called him stupid and laughed , deciding to let him talk instead of me . it worked the first two days , then the missed meetings rang alarm bells for nick , he showed up at my house , ringing the doorbell to which i ignored . i shouldn’t have done that . the thoughts that were once plaguing my head were cut off as i hear a car pull into my driveway . the sound of my dogs nails tapping into the wooden floor confirms it , she knows the sound of matt’s car .

as i reach the door i take a breath before opening it , gripping the handle for stability , nuckles whitening at the force . i’m met with shy blue eyes and stubble , his hair flowing around his hat and vivien westwood necklace swaying on his chest .

“hi”

his voice is hourse , it allmost sounds deeper, my lips twitch at his nervous tone but it never quite meets a smile as i know why he’s here . “hi chris.” my eyes focus on the car and i notice matt behind the wheel looking angry , probably at being dragged out the house , but his eyes soften when he meets my gaze . i shift out the way for chris to enter the house , it’s only now i realise the state im in and cover my body with my arms .

i close the door behind him and turn to look at him sheepishly. he looks nervous, his hands are in his pockets and he won’t meet my eye contact . i’m not sure if it’s embarrassment or anxiety but whatever it is , it’s not chris .

“look y/n i’m-“

“does matt know?” i cut him off unintentionally, something changes in his features. this is something he can answer . an easy thing to talk about . “no , i figured it’s up to you to tell him.” he answers confidently, like he’s doing me some fucking favour . quickly the pain turns into anger , and i feel adrenaline fill my chest , as much as i wish it was a different feeling i’m happy to feel something.

“what the fuck does that mean? u give me the job to tell him ? what are u too embarrassed to tell him?” i snap at him . i subconsciously curse myself , knowing this is not what i wanted to say . but this is easier then watching him walk away all together. this he’s good at , this he knows how to do . argue .

“what ? no of course not? y/n i just-“

“you just what ? too embarrassed to say we fucked and u ghosted me ?”

“ghosted you ? i didn’t fucking ghost you , you just left ? u literally fucked then dipped ? what am i supposed to do tell him hm?” he raises his voice , his calm demeanour slowly melting away . he takes a step towards me and i take a step back , my back hitting the radiator attached to wall and i wince at the pain . he notices and takes a step back again , taking a shakey breath in and bites the inside of his lip . “look y/n , im sorry okay ? i don’t know what i did or how to fix it but i’m sorry . i thought u wanted it as much as me but i’m sorry if you-“

“no chris i did, i thought i did , but i just don’t think it should have happened, i feel wierd . i cant believe i fucked you literally minutes after u meant to send a dick pic to another girl” i calm myself down now , matching his energy, my neighbors did not want to hear two teenagers shout about dickpics at 2 in the morning . “ i feel disgusting , u took my fucking virginity and-“

“what” he cuts me off confused , looking away in thought i watch as his shoulders relax and eyes glaze over for a second . “i’m so sorry i didn’t even know , i didn’t think , that picture was stupid , it was a mistake in itself i don’t even know that girl . she just looked like you so-“

what .

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yikes y/n seriously needs some therapy

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gojos-fr-bae · 8 months

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Surprise!

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Cursing

Gojo Family AU

How is all of the above the same as the last post wth

Satoru gazed at you from across the dinner table as you poked at your meal. Your favorite food which you always asked him to bring for you, the holy grail, and you hadn’t even had a single bite. To say he was bewildered was an understatement. Your husband had watched you inhale kilos of the stuff and now you were looking at it as if it was the most disgusting substance on the planet. And it wasn’t even the first time.

Throughout the entire month, Gojo had noticed small differences in your behavior. You stopped drinking, slept more and have been more irritable.You’ve been leaving the house late in the day and staying out for hours. Worst of all, your behavior towards him also changed, and for the worst. You stopped greeting him at the door whenever he got home. You stopped laughing at his jokes, stopped taking showers with him, and it was starting to worry him.

“Sweets, are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, I already told you I’m fine so can you just let it go.”

“If you’re fine then what’s going on with you, you aren’t even eating”

“Because I’m not hungry, what, am I not allowed to have an appetite?”

You stood up from the table and began rushing out of the room but you couldn’t make it out before he grabbed your hand and turned you to face him, worry slowly beginning to morph into anger and frustration.

“Y/N please, stop pushing me out and talk to me.”

“About what?! Talk to you about fucking what!”

“I don’t know? Maybe about you’ve been ignoring me, acting weir-”

You didn’t hear the rest of his tangent as an insistent ringing impaired your hearing.The room began spinning and black spots began to cloud your vision. Your head was pounding as you lost your footing along with consciousness, your husband catching you before you made contact with the ground.

“Hey, hey Y/N! No no no, please wake up” He picked you up and rushed you to the hospital as he panicked, praying to all that is good that you would be ok.

“Mr. Gojo?” The doctor called Satoru into his office, showed him to the seat across his desk and began to evaluate him on what was going on with you.

“Well other than what we went over with her dieting, there is nothing particularly wrong with her, as a matter of fact, it’s very normal considering her current condition.”

“Wait- what do you mean her current condition?”

“Well…you know” the doctor said, a smile fading at the confused look draped on Gojo’s face.

“Wait, are you really unaware?”

“Unaware of what?!”

“Oh- I’m sorry sir but if your wife hasn’t informed you about the current situation then it is really not my place to disclose that information to yo-”

“What do you mean it's not your place! You’re a doctor and she’s my wife. I have every right to know what’s going on!!” Gojo’s voice was raised as he had finally run out of patience. So there was something going on with you and you were hiding it from him.

“Well sir, it is usually quite a touchy subject for couples and when I asked your wife about it she seemed well aware of the situation so I think that is a conversation you should have with your wife.”

Gojo was nothing if not pissed the rest of the night and wasted no time interrogating you once you crossed the threshold of your bedroom.

“Y/N what the actual fuck is going on!”

“Gosh Satoru jus-”

“Don’t you dare give me that I’m fine you’re overreacting bullshit because you literally painted and the doctor kept going on about your “condition” like what the hell.”

“You really aren’t letting this go?” You asked, fatigue beginning to catch up with you as you sat down on the edge of the bed. Your husband knelt in front of you, taking your hand in his and looking up into your eyes.

“My love, I don’t think you understand how terrified I was when you were unconscious. I am so worried about you but everytime I try to speak to you, you push me out. I love you and I worry because I love you. Please, please just, talk to me.”

As you looked down at Gojo you noticed how he was shaking ever so slightly. You sighed in worry before a small smile graced your lips.

“Okay, how about this, we go to bed now yeah, and I’ll tell you tomorrow night.”

“Why not right now?” he whispered, looking like a sad puppy.

“Satoru please, I’m really not ready to tell you today but tomorrow, I promise I’ll tell you everything, ok?”

“Fine,” he sighed, before tackling you on the bed, “I’m not letting go though because you genuinely scared the ever living shit out of me” he groaned into your neck, making you laugh. Oh you love your man-child of a husband.

“WIFEYYYYY!” Gojo called from the doorway after arriving home from a late mission. It was 11pm and he immediately jogged to your shared bedroom, slamming the door open expecting to see his loving wife waiting for him, only to find the room empty with a gift box sitting on the bed. It was a plain white box with a big red bow sitting on top of it. He slowly picked it up and untied the bow, looking around the room and calling out your name one final time before opening the box.

Satoru felt his heart quite literally stop beating as he gazed into the box. He shakily dipped one hand into it and picked the baby onesie that was neatly folded inside it.

“Well?” he heard your quiet voice ask behind him. He slowly spun on his heel, dropping the bocks but keeping a tight clutch on the onesie.

“Really?” his weak voice cracked as his hands shook and he looked up at you, eyes beginning to cloud with tears.

“Yeah, one month.” You said, feeling your eyes tearing up as well as your husband slowly made his way towards you.

“So I’m really going to be a dad?”

“Uh-huh”

“And you’ll be a mom?”

“No shit sherlock.” you chuckled as your husband wrapped his arms around you, placing his forehead against yours.

“So you’re really, truly, absolutely, positutely pregnant?”

“Yes Satoru, I am 100% pregnant, I promise.”

“Yay” He whispered, giving you the biggest, most toothy smile you have ever seen. He was so, so happy. So, happy.

“Surprise!

“Yay!” he squealed, he was so, SO happy.

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The beginning of and era~

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neteyamssyulang · 2 months

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† Scandalous consequences †

† Chapter 3 †

† For this story the humans use a shot to breath pandora air †

† Pairing: Aonung aged up x Fem human reader †

† Summary: Your life was peaceful the last 4 months of your pregnancy, the birth of your children was celebrated with your friends who snuck off to see you. Unfortunately you also had two uninvited visitors.

† Warnings: Angst, Reader worried about Neteyam, Mentions of birth, Aonung being an asshole, Meyäi is a psycho.

† Total word count: 1,938 †

† Translation(s): Ikran -> Banshee, Mawey -> Calm, Ma’Ite -> My daughter, Sa’nok -> Mother, Hì'i tawtute -> Little human.

† Taglist: @papichulo120627 @livvieboo719 @xylianasblog @hannaxtakami @ikeyniofthetayrangi @Nattomat, @theyoungeagle @blushhpeachh @Celinad22 @ohshititsfenharel @ky44 @chershire23 @teyamshuman

The last four months of your pregnancy were spent peaceful on the island, occasionally Tsireya or Neteyam would stop by to bring you new clothes, food and also things for your baby.

Whenever Neteyam visited though, you couldn't help but feel guilty from what happened that night.

"Teyam, are you sure your ok?" You asked softly tracing the scar along his chest. Sighing, Neteyam nodded "I am fine y/n, do not worry about me."

It wasn't a subject Neteyam liked to bring up but you were worried, the only thing he told you was that after Tsireya took you, Aonung tackled him to the ground slashing him with his dagger.

You were happy he was alive yes but Neteyam looked so drained, what more had Aonung really done to him?..

The day continued on with Neteyam weaving some gifts for your baby, while you set up an area of the cave for the child.

When it came time for him to leave, you bid your goodbyes watching as he took off on his ikran back to awa'atlu.

Hopefully this would be enough for your child, you thought as you layed down on the cot Lo'ak made you, giving yourself the shot so you could breath again, you slowly began to drift off into a deep sleep.

Pain, that's all you felt when your eyes fluttered open, scorching pain from the top of your stomach down to between your legs. Your contractions had started.

Tears streamed down your face as you had an overwhelming sense to push, with your vision clouded by your tears you failed to notice the familiar figure of Neytiri rushing over towards you.

"Mawey ma'ite mawey.." her voice soothing as she carefully moved you onto your back,"I-it hurts!" You hiccuped. Neytiri frowned, her left hand moving to wipe your tears away.

The woman knew all to well the experience of childbirth, having 3 children herself "Breath y/n" she spoke softly.

You did your best to follow her instructions, breath in, breath out, push, and repeat. A bloodcurdling scream left your lips as another contraction happened.

Neytiri did her best to help you through the process while also trying to keep you conscious, It was only when you wanted to give up that a tiny cry sounded throughout the cave, followed by one more.

A smile crept up your lips as you looked at your children, cradled in the woman's arms. "It's twins!" she smiled, her tail swishing behind her. Moving closer she set both babies now wrapped in a cloth in each of your arms.

They were so beautiful, one twin a boy and one a girl. The boy looked a lot like Aonung whereas the girl resembled more of you, as much as you hated Aonung, you were grateful he gave you two precious little babies.

"What will you name them child?" Neytiri asked, her gaze drifting from you to the little bundles in your arms.

Thinking for a moment you spoke "How about Ira'na and Kai'su?" Kai'su was a name Neteyam mentioned to you, it meant ‘strong and brave’. Ira'na was one Kiri thought of, the name means 'light of my life' but it also has another variant 'Ira'nadi' which means 'light that guides my life.'

Neytiri nodded "Beautiful names Ma'Ite, even with Aonung not around, I know you will be a great sa'nok. We will also help in anyway we can"

The hours pass on with Neytiri helping you with the twins, as much as you wanted your friends to come and see the newborns, you knew it would be risky and couldn't risk Aonung hurting anyone again.

Everything was just so messed up, if you would have known Aonung was a lying, no good, two-face, cheating ass son of a bitch, you would have never even touched the man. Sorry, boy.

Once it became close to eclipse, you give Neytiri the ok to call Jake and the rest through the coms, by now everyone should be turning in for the night and Aonung is probably too busy with that whore to notice anything.

Carefully, the sullys along with Tsireya and Rotxo snuck out the village, then started making their way to the island, unfortunately a certain someone was out during that time and saw them.

The swim was long on ilu, Tsireya should know. By ikran it would've taken less time but also catch the attention of the scouts who patrolled the village.

Eventually they made it, disconnecting from the ilu then headed towards the cave you were staying in. Upon reaching it, everyone gasped, sure they knew you were having a baby but two babies?? It's never been heard of.

Jake knew though, how could he not? He grew up on earth where twins, triplets, and even quadruplets are possible to have. But no one expected a human and a na'vi to have twin babies.

Nevertheless, they celebrated the arrival of your babies, promising that with the next visit they'd bring gifts for them and of course for you as well.

Lo'ak and spider had Kai'su, claiming they'd be the favorite uncles whereas Kiri and Tsireya had little Ira'na. Rotxo and Neteyam stayed with you, mainly because the babies were being hogged by their siblings and also because they missed you.

Neytiri and Jake managed to cook up some egg stuffed mushroom with the resources on the island since they couldn't bring anything unfortunately. It was nice and soft and oh so delicious, apparently it was also Neteyam's favorite growing up.

Sitting back against the cave wall near the entrance, you watched as everyone was having fun when a voice cleared from beside you "What's wrong y/n? you do not seem happy" Neteyam frowned sitting down next to you.

"I am fine Teyam" you spoke, forcing a smile onto your face. Neteyam tsked while leaning closer "Do not lie to me y/n, what is wrong?"

Sighing you shrugged "I just, is it wrong that I feel bad about keeping the children away fr-" "Do not feel bad for that asshole y/n, he made his choice. Think of your children, do you want that kind of role model around them?"

Before you could speak, a chuckle came from the bushes to the side of you both."That's a bit hurtful Neteyam, I am a great role model."

Aonung emerged from the darkness with Meyäi by his side, she looked into the cave, her face having a look of disgust as she set her sights on your babies.

A growl rumbled through Aonung once he saw them "So, this is where you have been hiding from me. And now you plan to keep my own children away from me?","You don't even want them Aonung, leave y/n and her children alone" Neteyam hissed standing up.

You stood up but instead of staying behind him you walked up to Aonung,"They are my children, not yours, mine. And yes I do plan to keep them away from you!"

Aonung scoffed "I do not claim those demon blooded children, the only thing they are good for is serving me and Meyäi"

Meyäi giggled "Oh like what the humans call servents, can we use lashes on them when they disobey??"

That was the last straw, you jumped on Meyäi tackling her to the ground "No one is going to hurt my children!" Next thing Meyäi knew, she had a broken nose, a busted lip, and a black eye.

Neteyam was surpised, a small human like you managing to take down a na'vi. Aonung was furious though, he tore you off Meyäi, tossing you into the wall and helped her up.

Neteyam rushed to your side, picking you up then headed into the cave "We need to go, Now. Aonung and Meyä are here!"

Everyone hurried frantically to try and get up, Rotxo and Tsireya held onto the babies, making their way to the ilu's when Aonung lunged at them.

"Give me the little brats!" he commanded at his siblings who shook their heads,"These are innocent children brother, your children, if you would only just accept them."

Rotxo nodded "Our sister is right Aonung, these children are gifts from eywa. Please do not do this to them."

Aonung laughed "You think I will accept these half breeds? Me and Meyäi would make far more beautiful children, ones without demon blood."

That just make your blood boil "They are beautiful!, it does not matter if they have demon blood or not. Now kids with Meyäi would sure be a jump scare."

Neteyam was quick to move out the way before Meyäi could lunge at you, her fangs showing off as she hissed. While Aonung and Meyäi were distracted with you, Tsireya and Rotxo along with everyone else tried to make their getaway but not before getting surrounded in the water by a few guards.

Aonung stepped closer, ignoring Neteyam's warning hiss "I will always find you hì'i tawtute, no matter where you go, your children will be coming with me now." As he was speaking, Meyäi snuck away, rummaging quietly through your belongings till she found the needle you used to breath Pandoran air. Slipping it into a pouch tied to her loincloth, she snuck back to her original spot by Aonung.

With a smile, she and Aonung turned around, walking back to where Aonung's tsurak was in the water before getting on and making their way back towards the village along with your children and friends.

You broke down immediately, sobbing into Neteyam's chest. He wanted nothing more than to take your pain away, give it to himself instead so you could be happy once more.

Walking to a nearby tree, he sat down leaning back against it so he could properly hold you. His large arms wrapped around your smaller frame as he whispered in your ear "Shh, it's ok y/n. We'll get them back, I promise."

Sniffling you leaned back slightly with his hold on you loosening "How Teyam? Him and that slut won't just give me back my children."

Neteyam sighed, placing his left hand on your cheek "We'll find a way, don't worry. I'm sure Tsireya and Rotxo are trying to reason with him as we speak."

You nodded and layed your head back against his chest "They don't deserve this.. only just been born a few hours ago.."

He gently rubbed your back, while his tail wrapped around your thigh as a way of comforting you. "None of you deserve this."

"For the last time sister, give me the child!" Aonung snarled at Tsireya. He had already managed to get the girl from Rotxo who Meyäi was currently holding.

Tsireya hissed, keeping little Kai'su close to her "You will not take him!" With the snap of his fingers, Aonung had two warriors hold Tsireya while he walked up, yanking the child from her arms.

His face softened for a second, seeing this small miniature version of him. But grimaced once he remembered they have demon blood running through them.

Aonung had the warriors take Tsireya to a small hut, located at the edge of the village. The sullys and Rotxo were currently tied up inside it with two guards stationed outside.

Meyäi walked up to him smiling "Ma'nung, look at what else we got" with one hand she opened the pouch tied to her loincloth, and pulled out the needle making Aonung's eyes widen."That's the needle y/n uses to breath our air isn't it?"

Meyäi nodded "Of course it is, without it she'll die and we can finally be together."

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bedoballoons · 7 months

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Omggggggg

ok but I have another one! And yes I am obsessed with demon slayer. so Tokito muichiro inspired x (angry bois also albedo and the dadd- like zhongli and Al-haithim.

so muichiro has Memory loss due to young tramaaaa, anemo vision fits best, has very baggy cloths to help with is battle technique, in his 7 form can literally turn into air, to quite but he is super fast. And ya. Ohh Also when we remember our past(tokitos brother was murdered plus his parents) I just want confurttt.

I only have one he because when I was around 1-3 l don’t remember I was diagnosed with eye cancer I things. We caught it early and we could either do chemo(which could’ve killed me) or remove the eye intirely so we did that. There’s more to the story but I’m so tired right now .

Oh my gosh! I'm so glad you're okay! It sounds like it was a scary situation but you pulled through and now you have a pretty unique quirk about you! I hope you know that's really awesome <3

YAY okay I'm so excited for this request! Sorry it's been awhile since I've answered! I do have a question though! Do you think because he turns into air and Venti is the anemo archon, he could control him in that form?!?!?

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Tokito Muichiro like reader~༺}

CW: Reader has past trauma and memory loss, slight angst but mostly comfort and fluff! Some of these are extremely long and I apologize, I just got really into writing them...

(Includes: Zhongli, Albedo, Alhaitham, and Wanderer!)

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𑁍༄Zhongli:

You sighed quietly, your head aching as memories swirled around your mind like a messy swamp...nothing making sense and yet...you were still trying to put the puzzle together. You just wanted to know...even if it would hurt, you had to know what happened in your past...

"You know, there are better ways to go about recovering your memories, as someone with a long history who remembers many things from very different time periods, I might be able to shed some light on the subject." You looked up to see Zhongli walking towards you, his voice as calm and collected as always...comforting in some ways.

You bit your lip, it seemed embarrassing to ask for help from someone else, but you'd run out of options...so it only seemed reasonable, "Please... help me." The tall man smiled at you, his eyes filled with kindness as he sat down beside you, looking up at the sky. "First of all you should take time to clear your thoughts, take a deep breath and then exhale...relieve yourself of all the unimportant thoughts clouding the memories you want to recover."

You did as he said, taking in a deep breath...and then slowly letting it out, even if it seemed a bit strange to you...it actually did help you feel slightly better. "Very good, now I want you to think about the snippets you do remember, concentrate on the little things, tiny details one wouldn't usually focus on..but don't frustrate yourself, getting overwhelmed won't do you any favours."

You nodded, closing your eyes and recalling your few memories as best as you could...the scent of the air...the sounds...even down to the smallest shred of movement...and just like that, it came back to you. The images of your brother...your parents, all of it playing over and over while you tried to stop it, but it was like you were trapped in your own memories, screaming for help.

And then, nothing...you were back in Liyue...Zhongli holding you in his arms while you stared blankly at him..."Are you alright?" He asked, but you didn't even have it in you to answer...the suddenness of what just happened leaving you silent with shock. He seemed to notice this, kissing your head softly and rubbing your back, perhaps it would be better to not remember all at once...

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo gently touched your vision, the soft teal glow of it very familiar to him...beautiful and inviting, but earned from such sorrow and loss. A loss he wished could have been reversed...while you on the other hand, weren't focused on the vision or its meaning, you were far more concerned with perfecting your fighting style. "Albedo?" You looked at him curiously...he seemed so interested in your vision, but he'd seen many of the course of his lifetime...why was yours so captivating?

"Oh apologies love, I was just thinking about something. Back to the topic at hand, I've given your clothes a bit more of a baggy design, making sure to leave lots of room for movement and airflow. Please let me know if anything is uncomfortable, I'll make adjustments to improve their quality." He handed you a stack of clothing, the material soft and comfy looking, but also durable...perfect.

You rushed into the empty room nearby and changed clothes, leaving your old ones behind before hurrying to the dummy you'd set up by the entrance. You practiced your fighting techniques, already impressed by Albedos work and also very aware that he was watching you closely...maybe...he was worried about you?

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

Alhaitham closed his book, looking up from his desk to check on you...and noticing the bags under your eyes, you'd been tossing and turning in your sleep all night...mumbling things about death. You had him very worried, and that was saying something because he truthfully didn't concern himself with other people's issues unless they were incredibly serious, but your sleepless nights and difficult past...were starting to really impede your life, he just wanted to help.

He stood up from his chair, breaking your attention away from the plate of food you'd been poking at for a hour now and leaving you slightly confused, by now you'd gotten used to Alhaithams schedule and the one thing he never left out or cut short was his reading time...so why was he doing so? "Alhaitham, are you alright?" You asked, looking up at him slightly worried and running through different scenarios in your head, each one not really making enough sense to be considered a explanation.

"I'm perfectly fine, I'm more concerned with you. Would you like to take a nap together? You look exhausted and I can only assume you won't want to sleep alone because of your recent nightmare increase." Alhaitham held out his hand to you, gesturing towards the door as you tried to comprehend what he'd just said...he wanted to take a nap with you? "Oh...alright." You didn't really know a better way to answer as you accepted his hand and the two of you made your way to the large couch in the livingroom.

You crawled onto it first, watching as he left for a moment, only to return with your favourite blanket. Then he joined you on the sofa, sighing in content as you cuddled up to him and he covered you both up, in truth he was hoping this would help with not only your lack of sleep...but the nightmares themselves. He just wanted you to be okay.

𑁍༄Wanderer:

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Turning into air...was unlike anything else, exhilarating...calming...terrifying and apparently one of your most alluring qualities, well in Wanderers opinion anyway. Other than him most of the people in Sumeru considered this some type of witch craft, even though you carried a vision...they saw you as an outsider and whenever you attempted to take a trip to the city you get many stares.

Wanderer was the only one who found it beautiful, although to be honest he found everything about you beautiful and for some reason you were incredibly easy to talk to...to relate to. You'd share moments together where one of you would be caught up thinking about the things you couldn't change...forced to remember times you'd wish you could forget and then you'd comfort eachother, make the other feel better just by knowing what it was like.

"Heyyy get your head outta the clouds. The sooner we help her royal majesty the cabbage head, the sooner we can go home." Wanderer gently bonked your head, pulling you back into reality and making you smile, a very light blush colouring your cheeks.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

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defect-child · 1 year

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Simon Riley with Virgin!Reader. Reader is the same age as him.

WARNING: NSFW, First time, Soft Simon (maybe ooc)

A/N: Ngl this story is based on my own first time, sorry if it’s not what you were expecting but i wanted to normalize that it’s ok to be scared and it’s ok to not touch your partner at certain places, and mostly it’s ok to not know what the fuck you’re doing. You will learn. Hope you enjoyed tho :3

“Hello?” You smiled while answering the phone, the name of your boyfriend lightening the screen of your phone. He was away, for a mission or something you didn’t really understood. His way of living was a bit curious to you with all those calls he was getting and how secret he was about his work. But you didn’t mind, he would talk when he wants to.

“Hi baby? How are you?”

“I’m doing ok, just missing you.. And you?” He heard you sigh at the other end of the line. You were sitting down, your fork picking at the vegetables you took time to chop. Your eyes sat where he would usually sit, in front of you, only to meet an empty chair. Another night alone, another night where you cooked one of his favorite dinner only to ending up eating it by yourself.

“I’m sorry angel, i really am, i promise i will be back soon. I miss you.”

You ate silently after you decided to hang up. You loved him dearly but it was hard sometimes. You missed how his muscular arms would wrap around your shoulders and how his lips would met your forehead.

After putting the dishes away, you went to take a shower, you let your body relax under the warm water, washing away your worries. You sat on your shared bed, letting your body fall on his side of the bed, face buried in his pillow. His sent was just a memory now and this made you tear up, softly sobbing, tears running down on his pillowcase. A cold hand glided over your thigh, making you choke on your own sob. Your face turned quickly to the side, tears blurring your vision.

“Surprise” He said, reluctantly now that he saw your tears stained face. You cried even more, his warmth going straight into your heart. Your arms wrapped around his neck, squeezing him as hard as you could. You were scared that he would go away again.

“I’m sorry..” He whispered, his thumb sliding under his mask to free his lips, pampering kisses on your neck. Without hesitation, you pulled his balaclava off, revealing the features you fell in love with. The black paint around his eyes was smudged, some dirt on his cheeks and some new scars to heal.

“Let’s go to the bathroom, you need a shower.” He nodded and waited for you to go first. Even if he had the reputation to be heartless at his workplace, he would do and give everything to you. You had a grip over him that you wouldn’t even imagine. Once he sat down on the side of the tub, you treated his wounds with a little bit of alcohol on a coton pad, lips finding his wounds when the sting was too much. Of course he acted hurt to feel your touch. He loved seeing you worry for him, eyebrows furrowed while you tried your best to distracting from the pain he was simulating.

You left the bathroom to let him shower in peace, your heart swelled, knowing he was finally here and even if he had to leave tomorrow, you were going to enjoy this night. You thought about this for a while, you never had sex with him nor with anybody else and he was really respectful with it, never talking about it again since you had the conversation. You were the one who would decide when it would happen, if it has to happen. But you were finally ready, after long years of relationship with him, you trusted him enough. Trying to set the mood with your little knowledge on the subject, you got caught off guard when he stepped into the room, facing your bare ass. You froze, completely. He never saw you naked and neither did you. The light of the tv reflected on your skin and the voice coming out filled the air while none of you dared to speak.

“S-Simon? Aren’t you supposed to be showering right now?” Your shaking voice broke the “silence”.

“I.. Forgot my clothes.” He took all his willpower to look away, your perfect body in full display in front of him was a torture. Every time, he had to imagine your body against him to relieve himself in mission and now you were in front of him and it was better than he could ever think of.

“So hum.. Are you..?” He jumped, apologizing multiple times while grabbing his change of clothes. You breathed hard and turned around, walking to him, clutching on your nightgown. He felt your hand on his back and turned around, meting your scared eyes.

“Let’s do it.” You blurted out, taking him aback.

“Are you sure? I’m not clean yet, won’t it disgust you?” You shook your head and wrapped your arms around his neck, hands letting go of the nightgown. He smiled softly and connected your lips together, walking to the bed. He sat you down, caressing your cheek.

“I’m going to take care of you, don’t worry about anything and if you want to stop, just say it, don’t be scared to say something, ok?” You nodded and watched him untie his belt and his pants, his shirt came off quickly and you put your hands over his when he was going to take off his pants. You loved his work gear and you had to admit that he was more than sexy in it.

“Lay down comfortably. And let me do the work, you just enjoy ok?” You smiled brightly, his words making your heart melt. After laying your head on his pillow, he settled between your legs, kisses trailing up your thigh.

“Are you comfortable with this?” You nodded, slowly, a hand going down to stroke his shaved side of hair. He left a bunch of kisses around your thigh, inner thigh and outer lips before his tongue glided over your clit. This feeling was so unfamiliar but it already had you gripping the sheets.

“Baby… It’s so good.” You moaned out, the back of your hand was on the corner of your mouth, teeth scraping against your knuckles.

“You taste delightful sweetheart, don’t be afraid to make some noises. I would love to hear you.” He pecked your thigh before going back at it, tongue toying, lips sucking and fingers pinching on your clit. All those feelings were new and overwhelming, your voice coming out shaky. You felt a finger push slowly into you after he asked if you were comfortable to continue.

“I’m going to stretch you out with my fingers baby so you won’t be too hurt when i’ll go in ok?” You nodded and breathed heavily when two of his fingers were working out inside of you, his tongue doing miracles on your clit. You were soaking wet between his saliva and your own wetness.

“I want you inside Simon..” Your voice came out like a whisper but he hear you, sitting on his knees, your thighs on his own. His zipper came down and that’s when you saw the bulge in his pants, making you gulp a bit.

“Are you confortable touching it with your hand or your mouth?” He asked, fingers ghosting on his waistband.

“No, I’m not, i’m sorry.” He reassured you, fingers stroking your cheek.

“It’s ok baby, you don’t have to do what you don’t feel comfortable with.” He smiled at you, pulling down his waistband. You gulped as the sight in front of you. He was big, bigger than you expected, it was hard, up, veiny and leaking with precum.

“Do you want me to use a condom or not?”

“I-I don’t know, can you.. finish outside so we don’t have to use some..?”

“Of course I can baby, you are the one in charge tonight, remember?” He stroked himself a few times and looked at your red face.

“Do you like this position?”

“I think .. will it hurt?”

“It might hurt, but i can’t tell you if it will hurt more in this position or in another, so it’s still up to you baby.”

“I will be fine like this then.. I think.. yeah.” You nodded for the tenth time tonight, hearing him chuckle. His tip poked at your entrance, one of his hand holding his cock while the other held your thigh up, giving him more space. With a little thrust, it slid into you. And you felt terrible if you had to be honest, it was far from what you heard or read, you felt like being ripped open on a hard stick.

“S-Stop! It hurts” You sobbed, your hand squeezing his arm.

“Yeah i know sweetheart, i know, would you like me to pull out?”

“No! Just go in… slower.”

He patted your head, and slid in even slower, his thumb rolling over your clit to distract you from the pain. And it worked fine, he felt you getting wetter, your body relaxing around him. Finally, you were full of him, eyes lidded, he felt so good deep inside of you. He leaned down, lips latching on your nipple, The tip of his tongue wiggled on the tip of your nipple, making you choke on a giggle and a moan.

“You can move, i think.”

“Alright, tell me if it still hurt, i will stop.”

His hands caged your head while your own hand stroked his cheek. His hips started to move, making you gasp. It took a few thrusts for you to relax and put the pain aside. Your hand was gripping his hair and the other rubbed your clit, trying to stimulate yourself the more you could.

“I think i’m going to cum fast, you’re so tight baby..”

“Yeah? Cum for me then Simon.”

He sighed against your neck, his hips slapping against yours. Soon he rose up, his hands grabbing the back of your thighs to push them against your torso, giving him more space to move his hips and allowing him to go deeper.

“You’re so big, i love you…” You moaned, felling his cock twitch inside of you. He was going to cum, because of how much he imagined this scene, because of how sexy you looked under him, touching yourself, your other hand pinching at your nipple, you looked just so good.

“Hm.. Fuck baby…” He started to slam his hips harder, his thrusts getting sloppier. You looked at him, his pupils burning into yours. With one final thrust, he pulled out, his cum splashing over your belly.

“I’m sorry baby, let me get something to clean this up.” He kissed your forehead and was about to stand up when your hand gripped his forearm.

“Lay down.” You told him, he was staring at you, confused. You sat on him, one hand resting on his chest while the other grabbed his hand.

“Put it in please..” He did as you told him, his hands now on your hips. You gasped, in this position, he felt bigger, you were so full.

Slowly, he made you bounce on him, his hips thrusting into you,ass slapping against his thighs, his finger found its way to your clit again. And that’s when you felt it grow into you, you felt hot, you felt weird, like you were going to snap. It was a really strange feeling. Your moans were mixed with crying and sobbing. Both of your hands were on his hard chest, your tits bouncing with each thrusts. You felt like losing your mind, he never looked that good, your hips almost moved on their own on him.

“Cum for me princess, you’re so gorgeous like this.” He smiled, hips slamming harder into you. And then, after a little bit, it snapped, knocking the air out of your lungs, mouth dropping, nails scratching his rough skin.

“F-Fuck!” You almost screamed, head cloudy from the orgasm he just gave you. He pushed a bit on your lower back, his hard cock still sitting into you, making you lay down.

“I love you Simon… You were so good..”

“I love you too angel, thank you for this experience i had the chance to share with you.”

You were about to doze off when you felt him twitch inside of you.

“And you have the audacity to think i’m done with you?”

#ghost x reader #mw2 x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost mw2 x reader

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kaisntbreathing · 2 months

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A call out to him - obey me Brothers EX reader

Disclaimer this collection of writing contains a very dark and sensitive subjects such as reality distortion, ptsd, panic attacks, denial, and mentions of threats and or violence so if any of that triggers you or makes you uncomfortable I suggest you swipe away now or scroll past this post and if you are still here reading it thank you very much for reading this.

THIS DOES CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR LESSON 16

I didn't include Belphie for this because well he killed us in lession 16 so I'm still mad at him.

Summary: MC seeking out Brothers after having a nightmare of their death

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You couldn't breathe you felt like you were being suffocated in sand but you're being drowned or choked you felt his hands wrap around his throat like it was a handle until I felt nothing. You shut up up right almost flying out of your bed your bed sheets and blanket is now elsewhere in the corner of the room currently your mind was set on one thing and one thing only getting to Lucifer.

Lucifer

You could barely send you felt like you wanted to throw up your legs barely were able to take your way underneath your shaking knees you leaned on the wall for support slowly making your way over to the Avatar of pride everything was so dizzy your head was spinning your vision was spinning you didn't even know if you were actually in front of the door two feet away from you you swiftly open the door flying inside the room with a panic settling over you making you unable to walk or stand collapsing onto your knees you began hysterically sobbing holding your head in your hands

"LUCIFER! HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME HELP!"

"MC what's wrong? Are you okay what's the matter?"

You exclaimed loudly here making you hallucinate seeing things trying to grab you from every sort of angle who thrashed around unable to tell what was real and what wasn't Lucifer now who was in a panic frenzy as well his demon form fully showing out his six black raven like wings spread out his and his horns with their appearance and he was in The stance like he was ready to fight someone.

You couldn't speak not even a small whisper all you could do was shake like a leaf and hyperventilating as you shivered and shook, you weren't a very emotionally open person and he'd never seen you like this before so he was very unsure of what to do.

"It's ok MC, I'm protecting you now, your safe"

MAMMON

He happened peacefully sleeping in his room he's a little bit of a light sleeper but not just any noise can wake him up but when you came tumbling down the stairs panting and crying out his name he jolted awake.

"M-mammon help!"

Almost instantly he was by your side as you shook and cried as you legs gave out on you as you shook and looked up at him, he remembered that look from that today it was the same look in your of fear in your eyes that you had while he was holding your body while the life slowly drained from you, he'd never forget that day nor would he ever fully forgive Belphie for it.

"I saw that dream again"

"It's 'kay now I'm here ok? Your safe with me I promise"

LEVIATHAN

For his entire existence thousands of years of existing he had only felt rage he had never felt despair since he wasn't close to Lilith he didn't really mourn her death but he respected her.

He was a deep sleeper, that is whenever he slept (which was very rare since he doesn't need much sleep anyways) but regardless of he's sleeping or not if you call his name he's there, tail wrapping around you as he pulled you closer to him protectively.

"Mc? Mc what? Where?"

"I died again in my dream"

"oh...."

He remembered that day he remembered not being there soon enough to help you having to feel his back with you fading as his own brother took your life he fully didn't understand how they managed to bring you back from the dead aside from he knew that it was something to do with Barbatos.

He remembered the feeling of his and your back sizzling back to life as they brought you back from the grave he didn't show it at the time but he was very grateful that they managed to do so it wasn't the same without you around.

"Levi?..."

"Yeah?"

"Will you keep me safe?"

"I swear I will"

SATAN

ASMODEUS

She was their sister after all and his little sister.

He knew from the beginning that you were related to Lilith very distantly but I'll be it you were still related to her by some means.

So he would protect you with his life he promised when he made The pact with you, but he failed he couldn't protect you he remembers the day clear he wished she didn't but he did.

He remembered coming too late and seeing your dead limb body in Mammon's arms, cold and unmoving as the colour had drain from your face.

"SATAN HELP!"

He jolted out of thought as he heard your cry as you sounded so terrified as you bolted down the narrow and dimly lit hallway towards his room.

Seconds later he was there grabbing you as his tail wrapped around you as his true form leaked through.

You clung onto him as you trembled violently as you sobbed.

"Please...I don't want to die again"

"I swear I won't let that ever happen to you again"

He usually would be pissed if you woke him up in the middle of the night but when you're the one in needing of his help he's there.

"ASMO HELP!"

He felt the urgency in your voice as he rushed to his door opening it pulling you in his room as he looked down at you, he saw those fat tears rolling down your cheeks and you are disheveled look and you're terrified expression he couldn't help but not be mad.

"I've got you sweetie...oh you poor thing, I've got you"

BEELZEBUB

You didn't think as you had woken up from your vivid nightmare of your own death the traumatic scene that had replayed in your head so many times it would haunt you late at night and wouldn't let you sleep so you didn't think much when running to the twins room knowing that Belphie wasn't there.

As you rush down the hallways you called out to him hoping you hear you as you frantically voice to your fear.

"Beel! I need help!"

He remembers how he felt when he failed to protect Lilith and he had the same exact feeling when he saw that he failed to protect you, and what made it worse is it was his own twin brother that killed you.

But he couldn't hate Belphie for it, he just couldn't.

But he promised after that he would never fail to protect you again.

"I've got you Mc."

#obey me x reader #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me Mammon #obey me Leviathan #obey me Satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #beel x reader

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lizard-queen-izzy · 2 months

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OK! WE'RE DOING THIS!

Everyone shut up and sit down. I'm talking about TMA. I am listening through for the first time, I'm through S1 and halfway through S2, and I already have many Thoughts. Today, we will be focusing on my evil ship thoughts, because I missed my chance when this was coming out so now I will subject you all.

I know Jon and Martin get together at some point, and yknow, that's all fine and good.

BUT I WANNA TALK ABOUT JON AND TIM, OK?

There is so much potential for something there, and they would be so incredibly messy after the S1 finale.

[I've lightly scrolled through the jontim tag, and I truly don't think there's enough of you talking about how tragic they are. Platonic or romantic, they're so so sad.]

They both worked in the research department before Jon was made Head Archivist, and even though they definitely weren't close, they were definitely friendly. My Firm Belief is that Jon was the only one who took Tim seriously despite his more lax attitude, he saw his strong work ethic and his dedication and treated him accordingly. And Tim was the only one who listened to Jon, the only one who thought he had anything to add and took his suggestions.

I believe they were hired around the same time, and once they met there was a silent understanding that they were there for eachother. It was nice to just have someone in their corner in this new environment.

When Jon got promoted to Head Archivist, he was adamant about Tim being on his team, because he knew Tim would help get the results needed. [I have a whole, how everyone got assigned to the team timeline thought out but that's not why we're here]

Tim is the only member of his team who Jon doesn't think would have written Antonio Blake's statement as a joke to scare him. Which means he trusts him the most out of all of them. Which wouldn't be as important if he showed distaste for them equally, but he regards both Tim and Sasha highly, and only really seems to have an issue with Martin at this point. So why would he trust Tim to not have written it but not Sasha? Unless he's known him the longest and has reason to put that faith in him.

AND THEIR CONVERSATION AT THE BEGINNING OF MAG 33?? You're gonna listen to that, the first time we as the audience meet Tim, and tell me you don't hear how much these two care for eachother? Even when Jon starts getting upset/loud, he calms quickly for Tim, and doesn't let himself fully yell at him. He also leaves it up to Tim to fix the mistakes, an example of him trusting Tim's judgement and work. And Tim is so calm with him! The man keeps getting worked up and starting to get loud, but Tim stays calm and let's him self correct and say what he needs to before proceeding himself. He knows Jon is stressed and has a lot on his plate. He knows these mistakes needed to be discussed with him and corrected somehow, but he's still not going to force Jon to re-record the statements if he really doesn't want to, he's willing to find another solution. And then he leaves to go work on it so Jon can get back to recording the statement.

And Tim telling Jon he doesn't understand the filing system and Jon explaining it calmly to him, admitting he doesn't really get it either but that's how it is.

You also have to see my vision for how the S1 finale effects them. A traumatic experience where they were both scarred mentally and physically in the same ways. Something that should have brought them even closer, maybe finally made them feel comfortable being proper friends outside of work. But they both react to it SO differently. And that is the beginning of their downfall. That is the beginning of the end.

Because Jon spirals. He stops trusting everyone. He pushes them all away and starts crossing boundaries. HE SPIES ON TIMS HOUSE. And he can't even calm down long enough to see why this bothers his coworkers. Why this hurts Tim.

The beginning of S2 from Tim's perspective is awful. Your first friend in this workplace is overworking himself, throwing himself back into work the second he's cleared physically well enough to go back. But he clearly hasn't moved past it, and you can't blame him for that. Everyone copes differently, but then he turns on you. He stops trusting you, starts pushing you away, starts spying on you. Can you imagine how much that hurts? To have the first person in this terrifying new job who ever put their trust in you, who ever believed in you, to turn on you just when you need them the most.

THEY ARE SO FUCKING MESSY. GOD.

Anyway. I very well may be back with more JonTim thoughts as I continue to listen. But this is what I have for you today.

#tma #tma spoilers #tma season one #tma season 2 #jonathan sims #jon sims #tim stoker #timothy stoker #the magnus archives #archives gang #character thoughts #jontim #jonsims/timstoker #ramblings #Thoughts

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You meet Joe at a bar. He’s there by himself following a convention. He’s in a poor disguise but he just couldn’t stand being stuck in the hotel room anymore. You recognize him but approach him as if you don’t know who he is (to not draw attention to him). You offer to buy him a drink because he looks so lonely.

You’ve had a few drink yourself and you start to dance on him. His hands start to roam and you drag him to the bathroom. You squat down and start to suck his cock. Before things go too far, he lifts you by your chin and kisses you deep.

He asks if you want to go back to his room. And you do.

After you are done (smut is up to you), you are laying there and he starts to explain who he is. Then you admit that you knew but you didn’t want to make it a big deal.

OK I'LL DO IT 🥴👀 PREPARE YOURSELF.

Word Count: 4.5k (Definitely my longest Joe x Reader imagine!)

Under 18's DNI.

You're almost too proud to admit to yourself how many times you looked over to the smallest corner of the bar, watching the man in question sip on his drink, one hand on his cheek leaning his elbow down to the countertop whilst scrolling through his phone. That man being one of the most talked about actor's in the industry at this moment in time, Joseph Quinn.

You and your friend were just on the verge of leaving when you eyed back to the corner he was positioned in and then instantaneously made the decision to make up telling her that you were going to stay a little longer because one of your friends she didn't know very well were meeting you at the pub, stating you'd forgot to mention. You knew you had no intentions of keeping this short and sweet but to simply even just say hello to him would be amazing and if it didn't work you'd just leave. The string of white and possibly innocent lies fell from your lips had you now about to be able to do just what you wanted, you shared a hug, said your goodbye's and she left. You flicked your hair in a matter of self confidence and wandered through the small crowd's of people flooded around.

Maybe it was the liquid courage that had given you the confidence, which then had you edging towards the side where Joe was stood, slamming your bag down on the table and sitting on the stool, at least only a metre away and one stool away to see if he'd notice. Surely enough, it worked, Joe hovered his gaze up at you at the sudden noise, double taking until he was well and truly scanning your features, you felt his eyes burning through your peripheral vision as you took out your card from your bag; waiting to be served for a drink.

You thought you were imagining things when a hand reached for your forearm, clenching his fingers around it, Joe held onto you with a concerned look on his face. "I hope you don't mind me prying, but are you alright love?"

You shot a look straight to him, throwing him an overly flashy smile, scrunching your nose up and nodding. "Yeah I'm okay."

"You just seemed a little, erm what's the right terminology to use here... pissed off?" Joe tilted his head to the side, his doe eyes still set on you, you even noticed the way they flitted down, was he checking you out?

You change the subject quickly, avoiding the lies you were already pulling off. "You here alone?" you turned on your stool to face him, resting your hand under chin.

"I am. Was pretty bored so I found the first pub I could to come and get a few drink's in." Joe admitted.

"Well you want another? It's on me." You flashed your card up to him and he shook his head.

"So I'm assuming you're on your own too? Wouldn't expect a pretty woman like you to be paying." You blushed at his words, leaning back and looking out to the crowd to try and hide the fact your cheeks were burning crimson red.

"I am and I insist." Looking back around, you raised your eyebrows persistently.

"How could I say no then?" Joe smirked and you chuckled at the way your stomach did flips, practically forcing it out from your throat.

"I'm Y/N." You stuck your hand out.

Joe took your hand into his, shaking it slight. "I'm Joe." He waited for the moment you were to tell him that you already knew that, but you just continued to smile away, the bartender ripping you from your intense gaze at one another when he asked if you were being served. Joe glanced into the air, pretty confused at the way you hadn't even acknowledged him in the way most people would now, he really liked it though, he felt refreshed to be that of a stranger to someone. Except he wasn't.

You ordered the both of your drinks, after Joe insisted you had the martini on the menu with him, you weren't one to admit you didn't particularly enjoy them but you'd stay off of that subject, who were you kidding; you were completely out to please this beautiful sight of a man.

You took brief sips of it once they were handed to you, grimacing at the taste but trying your best to look like you were enjoying it. You got to know him a little; not just Joseph Quinn but you got to know the real him in some way's, he hadn't give too much away, things you probably already knew, his age, where he was from, what he enjoyed doing in his spare time. Not once did he mention what he did for work, purely down to the fact he was loving the plainness of the way he felt like a regular human being again, not even flinching at the thought once that this was a question you didn't ask.

You really hit it off into the second drink, taking occasional breaks outside to go for a smoke break then going back to your quaint little corner, your safe haven together. By the fifth round, Joe was ordering tequila. The two shots you had went straight to your head and before you knew it you were edged up close to him, he had his arm round you, telling you a funny story that happened between him and his friends once upon a time, you felt your hand graze onto his lap as you laughed at the ending. By the seventh and eighth round, it was like you'd been friends forever, the way you got on with one another was like a match made in heaven, Joe's eyes were burning dark, the alcohol dilating his pupils matching yours. He stared contently at you, licking his top lip making you flutter your lashes right onto them.

"What're you looking at?" You threw a giggle at him. The most flirtatious, most girlish giggle you could ever imagine to even come out of your mouth and that would never come out of your mouth again. You weren't making that obscene noise again in a hurry.

"You're just. Beautiful." Joe's dimples formed on his cheeks as a promising and meaningful smile was thrown your way and you huffed out a sigh so loud.

"Stop it." You rolled your eyes at him, making his brows raise in question.

"I mean it." Joe's hand touched the top of yours that sat on top of the bar table, his thumb stroking over the slits of your fingers.

The moment the music turned itself up told you it was getting later on into the night, it was also the moment everyone got onto their feet and rushed to the dance floor, the bar had got a little too crowded now and you were glad to be staying put for the time being. A rather sensual song played and you leaped up off your stool, singing along, grabbing Joe's hands and swaying yourself around, much to his amusement watching you as he nodded his head along to the motion of the music, standing up and pulling you in.

He twirled you around a couple of times, catching you at your hips and bringing you backwards, your arm lent up to graze your hand at the back of his neck, starting to grind into him. The gasp of breath you felt radiate through your body made you shiver an it only enticed you to close the space between you altogether, your back firmly pressed against him and your ass now rubbing against his crotch. "Fuck, you're hot." Joe groaned, his hands giving you all the ammunition to continue as he wrapped them around you, pushing his bulge forward to meet the way your ass moved.

You turned around, still in his grasp, reaching onto your tip toes to gain access to his ear. "So are you." You spoke loud enough for him to hear it, taking a hold of one of his hands behind you and pulling it away then walking to find the bathroom, nobody was quite clearly aware of him or you as you passed through the busy space; your intentions now fully in swing now that you were clearly enhanced by the alcohol you'd consumed together, a new found confidence in you was a better way of describing what you were about to do. Joe had an incline when he was pushed straight into the disabled bathroom, the door locked.

"Mm, hey pretty girl." He whispered as he watched you walk up to him, laying your hands on his chest. Your faces dragged up and down to each other like a magnet, your lips merely inches away, both of them parted at the heavy silence, the awaited moment where one of you would close the gap. Joe's mouth crashed onto yours seconds later and you turned him around, pushing him against the door and opening your mouth to deepen the kiss, your tongues fought against one another, spiralling out of control with whimpers echoing in unison. Your hands that still remained close on his chest made their way down, fumbling at the button of his trousers, pushing the zipper down and making sure to inch your fingers in-between the skin of his hips and his boxers, pulling in a downward motion, Joe obliged happily as he wedged his fingers in next to yours and pushed them down to the ground. You broke the kiss looking directly at him, your eyes now sparkling with the eager thoughts that roamed through your head.

"Do you mind if I just?" You looked down, your eyes opening wide at the size you clearly didn't expect, girth intimidating yet the size so perfectly just above average you couldn't wait any longer. You didn't even see Joe shake his head, insinuating he didn't mind at all. You dropped down onto your knees, spitting down onto the palm of your hand, letting the rest leak off of your bottom lip before wrapping your fist around his length, jerking slowly and looking up to watch Joe throw his head back in disbelief. "Fuck." He moaned out loud, your finger tips sliding and stroking around the mushroom tip of his cock. That was quite clearly the most delectable noise you'd ever had the pleasure of witnessing, sending bolts of electricity straight to your core. "That feel good?" You asked rhetorically, knowing the exact answer was the right one.

"Would it be too forward if I asked you to give me head?"

"I don't think anything's too forward now when I already got us into this mess." You muttered in yet another girly tone, the feeling of nausea in your stomach from hearing yourself sound like such a simp, yet you fucking enjoyed being this man's simp.

You wrapped your lips around his head, sucking lightly, earning another throaty groan. His big hands came down to cup your head. "More." He sighed out in a gravelly tone. He pushed you forward, your mouth coming down and taking every inch that you could. "I want to fuck that pretty little mouth so bad." You clenched your hands around his ass giving it a squeeze to indicate that you were into it and without hesitating, he thrusted his hips back and fourth, keeping you in position whilst he did exactly that.

Tears stained the corners of your eyes as his tip hit the back of your throat multiple times, your lips sealing around his length and he stilled a little; it was completely obvious that he was close. "Shit." Joe moaned once more, you could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth when he let his hands go, raising them up and running his fingers through his curls. "Can I take you back to my hotel room?" Joe blurted out and you almost could of passed for looking slightly confused.

"Hotel room?" You questioned, you knew he didn't live around here so you pretended once again to act like you weren't sure as to why he was occupying a room for the night.

"Yeah, just staying in the area for an event." He was playing you at your own game, his secret identity to him not yet revealed seeing as he still was under the impression you had no idea who he was. To you, he thought this was probably just a one night stand, a way of getting some action from some 'random guy' at a bar.

"How do I know you're not some serial killer?" You winked up at him playfully.

"How do I know you're not some axe murderer?" Joe replied. You laughed at that, tilting your head to the side, same thing but touché.

It wasn't Joe's objective to have met someone in a place he didn't know very well, let alone be taking them back to the hotel he was staying at to have sex, this wasn't at all usually like him, but he was so bizarrely comfortable around you after the few hours you'd spent together it was pretty much impossible for him to be able to talk himself out of the situation.

You stood up, knees aching from the hard ceramic tiling of the bathroom floor, Joe's hand tilted your chin upward to him as he leaned downward to give you the sweetest kiss of your life, a full firework display erupting in your head, your head was spinning and not just from the alcohol. Not too much but not too little, he swiftly moved away to pull his trousers back up, palming his hand over his tight erection to make it less painful and took a hold of your hand this time, leading you out of the bathroom and out of the bar.

Unnoticed ad unbothered by anyone else, you were unsure how that happened, maybe it was the way you noticed Joe kept his head down not making a scene and not breathing a look back at you until you'd exited outside. You walked the short distance back to the hotel, talking the way you were practically an hour ago, linking your arm through his to keep the warmth of his body close against you.

Joe caged you in the elevator against the mirror once the double doors closed together, kissing you more fiercely than intimately this time, his teeth bit down onto your bottom lip, he kneeled slightly to allow his hips to buck up into your heat, hearty moans could be heard bouncing off the tight four walls, the hardness of his erection had not faltered at all, he wanted nothing but to fuck you right then and there but he had to remain as patient and well behaved as he could until the moment you'd got into his room, it wasn't an easy task.

You hurried down the corridor when the doors opened, Joe dragging you behind him, his fingers intertwined with yours. Stopping at the door, Joe plucked his key card from his trouser pocket and scanned it, pushing down the door handle and flicking the light on, you look around you to see a rather fancy and spacious hotel room, the biggest bed you had ever seen and a view like no other. You rushed to the window whilst Joe made sure the 'Do Not Disturb' sign hung from the other side and the door was locked. He slowly stride's up to you, his hands on your hips most delicately as he moves his head down to plant soft kisses on your neck, your head falls to the side, leaning into him slightly, you eye up the beautifulness of the city whilst he makes work of your neck, his teeth nibbling down and lips sucking at a sweet spot cause your breathing to hitch. "Do that again." You didn't have to ask twice, Joe swapped to the other side in an instant, biting his teeth lightly into the mirrored spot and marked you the way he intended, moving back and admiring his work, he hummed.

"Nice little bruises you have there." You stared at your reflection in the window, taking a closer inspection.

"The work of a true artist." You both huffed a filthy laugh as he guided your hips to move around to him, lifting you slightly until you got the message, you were now in his arms with your legs firmly wrapped around his waist. Your hands placed on his biceps, you felt his muscles flex as held you tightly and you could have salivated at that easy, but you held it back so you didn't clearly embarrass yourself.

He moved you over to the bed, flopping you onto it and you'd secretly wished he'd of kept you in that position longer, it felt so good, slightly moving in a way to be that close to him. Crawling over and holding himself up against you, his lips fell to yours again, peppering kisses all over your face until he had you giggling. "That giggle is so sexy yet so cute, fucking hell." You bit down onto your lip, a little smirk lingering, proud that you had him right where you wanted him.

"Shall we get down to business, my cock's fucking throbbing." You nodded not even fully before Joe pushed himself up. You both undressed yourselves, eyes not falling off one another, both hearts racing at the mere thought of this crazy, eventful and very admittedly funfilled evening.

Joe eyed your cunt as your legs spread apart and his mouth fell open, jaw could have almost been mistaken of falling to the floor the way he stared at you. "You're fucking soaking." Joe growled.

"All for you. That's what you get for letting me give you half a blowjob." Joe chuckled deeply.

"Screw foreplay, I just want to fuck that pretty pussy right now." Joe grabbed at your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed, lined himself up, his cock leaking that very moment just from the sight of you. His choice of words had your hole gaping.

You didn't even get the time to ask if he had protection. Joe plunged his cock straight inside of you, hissing at the way you ate him up, your slick gave him an easy entrance, pushing each inch of his length deep inside, his tip ramming its way through your walls, stretching you out and getting you used to his size. You didn't complain, you were on contraception anyway and it's not like he was patient enough to talk about it either. "Oh my god Y/N, you're so tight."

You couldn't muster a reply, your eyes squeezing shut at the twinges of pain and pleasure mixing together. "How do you like it? I want to make you feel so good."

You still couldn't speak, you stuttered random noises out of your mouth, your heart beating out of your chest, your mind was going ten to the dozen, more or less from the scepticism of having Joe's thick cock wedged inside of your cunt.

"You alright-" He grew concern quickly before you interrupted him.

Your eyes shot open, you looked downward to see his hips touching the inside of your thighs. "Hard. Fuck. Me. Hard." Joe was coerced to give you exactly what you wanted, the worried look drained away and his eyes deviously smiling right at you. He thrusted his hips into you, not even starting slowly, giving you everything he could. Dragging your legs upward to rest on his shoulders, he lent down his hand and pressed his thumb up onto your clit, rubbing harsh circles against it, the pad of it felt delicious, the ache rising higher whilst he continued to pound into your cunt forcefully. The unholy noises matching your awaited climaxes caused you both to sweat irrationally, the smell of sex apparent in the air, his thumb still tackling your twitching bud, hitting the spot just to the side where you liked it most. It's like he'd discovered your body long before tonight. Yet the more you moaned through his actions, the more he knew where to go with it.

"Shit Joe, oh my god."

"Yeah baby, you like it when I fuck you like this?"

"Y-yes I-" You came undone, your hips lifting wildly into the air as you gushed over his shaft, cotton wool enrapturing your head at the way your soul shot out from you. You were just a body laid down on a bed whilst you watched yourself from above being positively railed through and through. Joe couldn't help the sight of you cumming and the way your walls clenched around him in the most perfect way. It had him pulling out and fucking himself with his fist over your cunt, his cock exploding with hot seed up onto your stomach, his head threw back as he almost screamed your name in the violent orgasm that was at it's pinochle. You came down together from your highs, breathing erratic from the reoccurring sensitivity that was still blowing both of your minds out of your skulls. Joe fell next to you, staring up to the ceiling just to get himself back to a normal state before he even tried to speak a word that would make sense.

Before long, he moved to get up and go into the bathroom, cleaning himself up and bringing the spare towel through to wipe up the mess he'd created on your body. "Wow." You swallowed thickly, trying to taste the saliva in your mouth that was drying up quickly. "Yeah, wow." You'd fucked yourselves sober, not that it became anymore awkward when Joe asked if you were staying or if he needed to walk you back to your home so he knew at least you'd gotten back safely. It was after midnight after all and although he still didn't know you too well, he still cared. That was just the way Joe worked.

You agreed to stay with him and climbed into bed with one another after you'd got up and fixed yourself a glass of water. Joe offered for you to sleep in his shirt just so you were a little more comfortable but you declined politely suggesting he'd already seen you naked and defiled you, so it didn't particular matter that you were going to go to sleep in the nude with him.

Joe creeped over to you when you laid on your side after dimming the lights down to settle and relax. "Can I see you again?"

You whipped your body onto your back, looking at him longingly. "So this isn't just a one night thing?" You held your smile back, truly delighted by his question.

"Honestly? I'm not a 'one night thing' kinda guy. Though if I feel a connection with someone, which isn't often - I'll run with it." Your smile heaving over your features quickly, truly delighted by his reply.

"Then we will see each other again." You moved closer, pecking a kiss onto his cheek, he almost looked serious for a second.

"There's something you should know though." He interrupted your happy and most victorious moment in your head when your smile fell through, your lips dwindling together wondering what he was next going to come out with.

"What?" You said.

"I'm kinda reserved in this field because I... I'm newly, erm. Famous I guess." He didn't know how else to put it, he just let the sentence roll off his tongue and wasn't quite sure how you'd take it either, but you know exactly how you were taking it. You already fucking knew.

"And that means we can't-"

"We can, oh we can, I'm just nervous and new to the world that is fame. I'm an actor, I made it big this year - well clearly not big enough for you to not know, but in the most non cockiest way possible, a hell of a lot of people know who I am and the event I'm here for is partly to do with me and I don't want to scare you away because it's a big deal and all. If seeing me again might jeopardise your privacy I completely understand but I just want you to know that-"

"I know who you are." You shouted out over the top of his voice, you couldn't hide it anymore. Joe moved backward, his brows furrowing in confusion, the act you've kept up all night purely a farce.

"Wait what? Was this a ploy? What do you mean? Y-you've known a-all this time and not said a word?" His questioning and quite frankly anxious demeanour began to rapidly pour out at a wicked pace.

"Honestly. I did it because I wasn't bothered about who you are in the outside world, I saw you alone and I'd just left my friend and I wanted to take the chance to get to know you and I did and it lead us here and even though what happened, happened, I enjoyed it not because it was Joseph Quinn but because I'm insanely attracted to the guy who made me laugh, the guy who looked at me so nicely. The guy that bought me fucking tequila and made me actually like martinis. I only wanted to say hello and have a drink with you if I could but it went far better than I could've imagined." You poured out your heart, maybe your intentions didn't intend to go this far, but you were right; it happened and you couldn't go back on it.

"You don't like martinis?" Was all he gathered from that.

"Correction, didn't." He laughed a little from the back of his throat, nodding as the rest of your words hit his memory. It instantly made him feel better that you already understood the situation that if you did see each other again and maybe more after that, it wouldn't be as normal anymore.

"You don't hate me?" You bit down on your lip apprehensively.

"No, I don't hate you. I wish you'd of told me sooner that you knew, but the way you wanted to treat me normally makes me so fucking happy. You're beautiful and quite entirely made my night and I really want to get to know you better, maybe starting a little more sober too."

He moved his arm over your stomach and towered above your face, bringing his lips down to kiss you passionately, short yet sweetly.

"So when can I see you again?"

"In the morning when we wake up." You giggled.

"I'll never grow tired of hearing that." He beamed a toothy grin at you, his eyes darting from yours to your lips. Was this the feeling of love at first sight you'd read in fairy tales? The look of pure emotion and desire? Happiness overflooded you both. Contentment hit.

Turning the lights out, he moved you around and spooned you from behind, smiling at himself, feeling almost lucky to have you there with him. He'd never been so glad that he decided to make that trip to the bar, he cured his boredom hugely. He found you.

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george-weasleys-girl · 8 months

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hey! Ok I’m OBSESSED with your writing and ugh it’s just amazing ily! I was wondering if you could write something based on the song I Can See You by Taylor Swift for Fred or George? I have no preference cuz I love them both:) XOXO

TYSM for your kind words, lovely!🥰🥹🤗💞

I'm sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy it!

Fred Weasley x Fem!reader

~•~

I Can See You

Falling head over heels for her boss was not something Y/N ever intended.

And yet here she was, leaning in closer, hanging on to his every word as he talked about expense reports and net profits. It wasn't the most thrilling of subjects, but that didn't matter. He could've been reading the grocery list for all she cared.

His voice was pure ambrosia. Food of the Gods. Nectar for her soul. She'd fallen in love at first sound.

"You're bookkeeping skills are second to none. Hiring you is one of the best decisions I've ever made. Keep up the good work!" Fred patted her shoulder, and then he was off to the next thing without a second glance in her direction.

Y/N watched him go, wondering how he couldn't feel it? That electric pulse between them. The one that made her blood pump faster whenever he was near. The one that haunted her night and day, conjuring visions of his body pressed against hers, their lips locked in an all-consuming kiss.

"I can see you," she mummered as he disappeared around the corner. "When will you see me?"

~•~

The hours dragged on into days and the days into weeks, and just when she thought all hope was lost, something shifted. It was subtle at first. A compliment here, an unexpected smile there.

"Hey Y/N," Fred smiled, his ears tinging pink. "Your hair looks really nice today. Did you change it?"

"Uh, yeah, a little," her hands immediately went to her locks. "I curled it this morning. Nothing major."

"Yeah?" He grinned. "It looks lovely."

"Oh, um... thank you." Y/N feared her heart might beat right out of her chest.

Fred chewed on his bottom lip. Her smile had sent him spiraling. He'd never intended to fall for his employee, and yet here he was, standing before her, wondering how he was only seeing her now. Truly seeing her.

~•~

Fred watched her now the way she watched him. She saw the quick side-eye glances when people surrounded them and full-on stares when they were alone.

That was fine with her. They could keep it quiet. Clandestine. Just the thought sent a ripple of excitement down her spine.

Fred's gaze had locked onto her as she walked back to the office, his footsteps echoing behind her in the hallway. She stood with her hand against the doorframe, waiting.

His breath was hot against her neck. "I've fought my feelings for so long," his voice was low and rough. "I can't fight them any longer."

"Then don't," she turned to face him.

His eyes bore into hers. "Tell me you want this," he mummered.

She smiled and ran her hand along his jawline. "I'm yours for the taking. Always have been."

Fred's lips met hers in a crushing kiss that stole her breath and turned her knees to jello. He tightened his embrace, holding her upright in his arms.

It felt like only seconds before he pulled away. "I dream of nothing but you," he said.

"Good. That makes us even," she grinned and pulled him back to her.

~•~

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agirlandherkinks · 2 days

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Control Variables: Part 1 (Hypno, Expansion)

[Ally's Notes: The hypno and expansion bits come in the next part, this ended up being way bigger than I expected so I split it up] [I'd describe as weird corporate science-experiment-soft-non-con with a fun latexy skinsuit involved :3]

"HINATA! Where the FUCK did you put the hydraulic pump?!?"

An indignant voice barged into your consciousness, waking you up.

You were... somewhere? You opened your eyes, but only blackness greeted you. Were you in bed? Some kind of weight was pulling down on your head, so you must be upright. A helmet? You felt so, so tired and relaxed and comfy, the kind of grogginess that comes from sleeping 11 hours in a row. A harried voice with a strong accent (Japan, maybe?) barked back, making you wince.

"Well maybe YOU shouldn't decide to rearrange the workshop half an hour before a subject intake Lucinda! I have a perfect organizational system, if you would just. Stop... messing with the natural order of things... please?"

The voice trailed off until it was almost inaudible, and you realized that your ears felt muffled by something. Maybe you had a headset on? But why would you go to sleep wearing one of those? You attempted to bring your hand up to feel what it was, but with a gasp of surprise, found that you were tied up. Panic began to pierce your sleep-addled mind as you struggled against your bonds, your two captors seemingly oblivious as they argued. Panting from exertion (and embarrassingly, slight arousal), you stopped and took stock of your situation.

You were being held upright, against some sort of cushioned plank. Cold metal cords snaked tightly around your wrists and ankles, holding you spreadeagled and helpless. You could feel the cool breeze of an air conditioner caress your chin, arms, and legs, bringing up goosebumps. Your torso was covered in a clingy material, maybe some kind of wet latex? Your throat felt ever so slightly constricted, as if a wide metal collar wrapped around it. And with a start of outrage and fear, you realized you could feel cold air brushing against your pussy, nipples, and the side of your waist. There were windows in those areas! Were you in some sort of sex dungeon?!? Desperation overrode your self-control as you began thrashing against your restraints, yelling out against the slim chance someone could hear.

"Oh shit, she's come out of it-" Lucinda yelped. "Hinata! Get your sorry ass to that computer, or I will fucking end your career when the yearly peer review comes round! Ok, ok. Ok. Actually. Hinata, this development may be to our advantage. Begin recording."

Silence reigned for a few seconds, then bright light filled your vision as someone pulled your headset off. Blinking in pain as your eyes adjusted, you began to take in the space around you. If it was a sex dungeon, it had to be the weirdest one you'd ever seen. Pipes, wrenches, bolts and wiring filled the space around you, half of them not even connected to the convoluted machinery that surrounded you. Swinging your head around revealed no exit door, but you took in a few important details. A tank of fluid with a few... hoses, attached? Some devices that looked an awful lot like sex toys sat on the table next to them. On the far side of the room a reedy, anxious-looking man stood furiously tapping at a terminal, looking half-swallowed by an oversized lab coat. And uncomfortably close to your face, an immaculately preened woman with golden-red hair, clinically dead eyes, and an inexplicable boob window in her own lab coat stood smiling. It was a wide smile, very toothy, obviously meant to be reassuring. It put you in mind of a shark.

"Oh my goodness dear, we didn't realize you had woken up!" Her voice was chirpy and sweet, completely at odds with the fire-breathing she displayed earlier. "I'm so sorry for the distress you must be feeling. You see, subjects here are normally kept unconscious for the full duration of testing."

"T-testing?" You stammered, mouth feeling dry.

"Oh, do you not remember coming here? Many subjects have the same experience when interviewed afterwards, so that shows your procedure is still going to plan." Was her smile even wider now? "My name is Lucinda, that... gentleman over there is Hinata, and this is an R&D lab of BrainBlender Industries."

"That freaky sex toy company?!" you blurted, feeling your cheeks flare with heat. You had volunteered to test sex products? With THIS company?!?

"Not just sex toys," Lucinda cheerfully replied, smile now threatening to escape the bounds of her face. She clearly knew about the wild rumors surrounding BrainBlender. "We also produce recreational gear, leisurewear, and technology at the absolute cutting-edge of communication, biology, and psychology. We employ the finest minds for our development teams, and are absolutely stringent in the safety protocols of our testing sessions. And do try to relax. I'm sure you at least remember how much you're being paid for this."

The protests bubbling in your throat died as a 5-digit figure flashed out of your memory. Who could turn that down?

"Exactly!" she crowed, reading the expression on your face.

"Hey, so uh, what was the t-test going to be?" You stammered with embarrassment as you asked the question, having looked down and seen how stiff your nipples really were in the open air. You did have to admit though, the strange one-piece you wore was quite fetching. The material was a shimmery rose-gold with rose-red highlights running along its seams. It clung to your waist, hips, and admittedly quite small breasts in a way that made you feel sexy even while spreadeagled in a lab. And the way those windows curved around your nipples, they seemed to form the outline of cute little hearts. If you still weren't so mortified at waking up in a corporate sex dungeon, you probably would have giggled.

"Sorry sweetie, but we're conducting blind trials here. We'll start getting you back under in a minute." The redhead's cooed, corporate smile now unsettlingly authentic in response to your discomfort. "You see, we have to test your body's response to stimuli under completely controlled conditions. Otherwise, your expectations might change the way you process the input you're going receive."

"And speaking of input..." Lucinda produced a small device from her pocket, briefly holding it up to the light for inspection. Some sort of key? She began to dictate, completely ignoring your apprehension as she brought it towards your neck. "Test B279, new variation Delta. Variables of initial subject lucidity and individuality now left uncontrolled, to explore the effects of pleasure and conditioning on subject psyche in greater detail." You tried to shy back, but she continued inexorably forward, dictating over the top of your protests. One hand held the collar of your suit, and she began to sliiide the device into an opening within it. "First element of the conversion process: Initiated."

"Wait no no no n-" Click.

You gasped in euphoria as near-orgasmic levels of pleasure began coursing through your body, pulsing outwards from your neck to the rest of your torso. Biting your lip and arching your back, you couldn't decide whether to moan, giggle, or cry. Every inch of skin that touched your outfit blazed with pleasure, as if it was making your whole torse just as sensitive as your G-spot. Your self-restraint began to crumble as you started instinctively humping and twisting in place. You desperately needed to touch yourself, but all you could do was slide your ass and back against the plank. It felt gooooood.

"As planned and... visibly evident, the inserted module is circulating dopamine and oxytocin throughout the membrane of the pleasure-suit. The hormones are then transferred into the subject via contact with the skin." Through half-lidded eyes, you saw Lucinda circle behind you. "What is interesting is that this process appears to be causing the subject's skin to act as a primary erogenous zone. Note the elicited moans whenever it makes contact with the support plank."

She moved back to your side, and you heard the sound of a rubber glove being stretched over a hand. "Hypothesis 1: Sexual sensitivity increases exponentially with the skin's proximity to the suit." A firm hand gripped your ankle, and you whined in frustration as the plank moved away, leaving you held in the air. "Observe how the subject seems to attain no relief from contact with skin in its extremities. But here..." The hand crept up to your shin, and you shivered. "Subject's reaction is in line with a typical response to contact with the inner thigh. And speaking of-" Lucinda's musings were cut off by your moan as she squeezed your thigh. "Similar response to a tug of the nipple in an average female-" She cut off with a yelp as your hips unconsciously ground against her face. The brief contact made you moan even harder, feeling like someone had turned up a vibrator inside of you. "Subject rapidly losing composure, on the verge of a first orgasm. Two more samples required." And without warning, she slapped your ass.

Your vision went white as you screamed in pleasure. You didn't care about being recorded, or watched. You were in heaven and needed more. Warm fluid ran down your thighs, pussy leaking as you approached climax. You wanted them to do things to you, needed them to do things to you. Bucking blindly, you screamed for them to keep going, to use you.

"Okkkk, subject exhibiting drastically altered behaviour and desires in response to artificial hormone circulation. Compliance is reinforced by pleasure and dopamine. Device will replace dopamine with serotonin and melatonin soon, so I am taking the final sample before subject loses consciousness." A hand grasped your exposed waist, holding you still and sending waves of euphoria through your shaking body. You felt your insides tighten. Keep going so close so close so so so so so so s-

"Beginning vaginal stimulation."

A finger entered your pussy, and ever so gently prodded your clitoris.

With a wild shriek you snapped your head back and came. And came. And kept cumming. It felt like ten orgasms at once, all stacking and intensifying on top of each other. You squirted and squirted and sprayed, soaking your legs and the floor and an indignant Lucinda in your messy cum as you writhed and convulsed in the air. It was better than anything you had ever felt before. You didn't want to stop. You couldn't stop. You... you... couldn't stop...

So tired...

A beep sounded from the device in your collar, and darkness claimed you even as your body continued to twist in climax.

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PART 2: COMING SOONISH TY FOR UR PATIENCE <333

#ally's kinks #I have no idea what to tag this #but I wanted to get it out before I go on holidays for a few days #anyway hope u enjoy my weird experimentation fantasy <3 #and want Lucinda to do things to u #cause I certainly do :3

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itsscromp · 6 months

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Could I ask for Miles with a reader who admires his art and wants lessons :3

Miles morales x reader

This has to be the coolest miles idea I have ever received, Miles and Y/n would be the dream team !!. Word count:592

You were the newest student at Brooklyn Visions Academy, Enrolled for your passion in the arts. To say you were nervous was the biggest understatement of your life. It was like everyone ticked in they're natural subject of choice, Almost you practically didn't belong.

But when you entered your art class, Your eyes trained on the notepad of a young man, Wow this looked amazing. He had a free seat next to him so you took the opportunity.

"Wow that looks good" You said softly and shyly.

"Thanks, dude, Say... you're new here right ??" He asked curiously.

All you could do was nod and look at the desk shyly. Before he playfully nudged you with his arm.

"Hey, it's ok man. I was like that when I first came here, It was nuts. I struggled to find my first class of the day almost all the time." He chuckled.

"What's your name anyway ??" He asked.

"Y/n L/n"

"I'm Miles Morales." He stuck his hand out and you shook it in return.

The two growing closer every single day, Sharing their new projects every single time. You and Miles combined your amazing artistic skills to create the best artwork you both possibly could've imagined.

"Hey, y/n I got an idea !!" Miles said excitedly.

"What's up ??" You looked up from your notepad.

"The assignment that we gotta work on for our finals, I got the best one yet !!" He smiled and pulled out some spray paint cans. You knew that whatever this idea was, It was gonna be amazing.

The two then went to a location that Miles has scouted and got permission to spray paint on and gave some cans to you.

"OK, So I had this idea where we combined the sketch that we did last week and then visually enhance it."

"A very good idea, But then i thought we do this"

You then began to draw on the sketchbook and combined the two ideas, but then finally adding the final touch.

"How about this ??"

"This is absolutely perfect y/n, This should get us A's for sure, Come on lets get too work."

You nodded and then began the work, It was all coming together amazingly and perfectly, But the two never forgot to have some fun in between it. Like when you "Accidentally" Sprayed his jeans.

"Oh y/n, Those were my favourite jeans !!"

"What ?? My hand slipped" You smirked and went back to it.

Miles smirked back and then snuck up behind you and then painted the back of your shirt.

"What the hell miles ??" You scoffed playfully.

"Tit for a tat they call it" He smirked devilishly and ruffled your head.

And then after about 4.5 hours, It was finished, It was perfect. The way your ideas and creative flows just combined and shine brightly.

"This is amazing miles, I love it" You smiled so brightly.

You then set up your phone camera and activate a timer, Rushing back and wrapping an arm around miles, Both smiling so brightly at the proud work that you have done. You actually did end up getting A's on your report cards.

"Look at us, New York's next Picasso" You fist-pumped the air.

"I could say Banksy but yet again we revealed our identity so that's out of the bag" He chuckled.

"This was the best thing I've ever done miles, I'm really glad I complimented your art" You smiled, Incredibly grateful for the friendship you built with him.

"Me too y/n, Me too"

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

#platonic #reader insert #insomniac games miles morales #miles morales x reader #Spider-Man #Spider-man x reader

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almostgigi · 10 months

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🌹right here, right now🌹

Summary: Eddie and reader are in Mr. Kohl office waiting for their punishments but he's late.

Note: sorry in advance for any mistake there might be, I'm not fluent in English as it is not my first language.

WC: 3.8k

Content Warning: fem!reader, reader likes Eddie but he doesn't know her, smut MDNI, fingering, unprotected piv (don't do that, please be responsible), filthy talk, marking, exhibitionism kink, squirting, breading kink (if you squint), just filthy stuff. Let me know if I forget anything!!

I was sitting in the principal’s office when he came in, storming into the place like a hurricane. The door almost getting out of it’s place. I flinch at the loud sound and he doesn’t notice. He sits by my side with his eyebrows frowning and a look in his eyes that was kinda scary. I’m on my phone so it’s not awkward and there’s not weird looks in between us. He has his backpack across his chest and grabs it really tight like his life depends on it. I look at him slightly with my peripheral vision and notice his heavy breathing on my ears. His heart was probably going a mile per minute.

“you ok?” I ask without taking my eyes of my phone and the pictures I was watching. He takes notice of me and my question.

“you talking to me?” he sounds raspy like he was fighting to talk.

“do you see anyone else on the room I could be talking to instead?” my response comes out a bit more rude than I expected so I change my face and turn around.

“wow, rude girl, I see” he softens the grip on his backpack and turns too.

“sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that” I really didn't.

“s’okay, I can imagine you got a bad day if you’re here” at least he’s nice.

“so do you right?” anyone who gets to meet the principal’s office is definitely having a bad one.

“you could say that, yeah” I get a confused look on my face as he stares at me. “what?” he asks in between laughs. Cute.

“what did you do?” I ask softly “to be here, what did you do?” I repeat.

“oh, uhm- I shouldn’t tell you, s’gross” he scrunches his nose as he speaks.

“ah come on, it can’t be worse than Jimmy Cooper sticking his used gum on Mrs. O’Donnell lunch last week. Can it?” there’s a little fear in my words as I can’t believe anything worse or more gross than that. He makes a face that indicates to me that it is, in fact, grosser than what Jimmy did. “what the fuck did you do, Munson?” I’m now on the edge of my seat.

“wait, you know my name? how come I don’t know yours but you know mine if I’ve never seen you before?” he’s at the edge of his now.

“you might have this rare disease called “not noticing pretty girls”, s’bad, if I were you I’ll be heading to the doctor right away after talking to the principal” I press my lips together in a fine line when I’m done talking and I nod, then laugh.

“ouch, I’m sorry lady. S’there a cure for this?” he ask with a hand on his chest, he takes it seriously as he can’t take his eyes off of mine.

“probably, haven’t been discovered yet tho. I know, s’shitty, m’sorry man, good luck at the doctor’s appointment anyways” we both chuckle after a few seconds. This is probably the best interaction I’ve had in years.

“no worries, I’ll call you when I get real sick” he says.

“what for?” I get confused.

“gonna need a nurse to take care of me and my poor state” his voice gets deeper as he talks like this.

“you should know I charge more for specialized treatment tho” I raise my brows at him, I’m not easy to get.

“I can pay you whatever way you need or want” he plays with me.

“oh now you’re just teasing. You’re awful Eddie, you killed the vibe” I get a finger in the air, accusing him in an also playful way.

“so there was a vibe, I wasn’t crazy after all” he moves the chair closer to me. “what did you do to be here” his eyes narrow on my way.

“don’t change the subject, I asked you first” I was not gonna forget that he never answered.

“well I don’t wanna tell but you insist so here we go. I got an f on one of my geometry test just because Mr. Larson doesn’t like me, I did good and he failed me, so I pissed his car door” I wish someone could take a picture of my face in this exact moment a frame it to put in the louvre “I told ya it was gross, you asked for it baby”

“don’t call me baby after you said that, eww” I scrunch my nose in disgust “although I think he deserves it, he’s pretty mean to me too”

“ohh we can’t have him being mean to baby right?” he teases again. I throw a look at him, letting him know what I mean. “sorry for the teasing, it’s who I am”

“wanna know what I did now?” I try my best to keep the topic of him teasing me as far as I can.

“yes, please”

“I got in a verbal fight with one of my classmates and I was in the right, but my teacher picked sides with my classmate and told me to shut up so I told her to go fuck herself. You should’ve seen her face, she could not believe what she heard. Was fucking hilarious” my foot was now closer to his, almost touching each other.

“savage” he says in a funny tone, but looking at the floor where our feet were now touching.

“I know, I know, I’m iconic” I joke, trying to make him laugh and I’m successful.

“I think is really brave to stand for yourself with an adult who doesn’t know what respect for the others is” most of his words come out shaky but genuine. I was about to say something to him but the door was opened and the secretary told us the principal was gonna be late for another half an hour, so we had to wait more.

“fucking awesome” I say. I watch as she closes door and Eddie goes to the principal’s chair and sits on it.

“he sure has better things to do right? Such a busy man” he sits straight and begins to talk again. “if it wasn’t for me this school would be a little shit dumpster. All this kids are nothing without me” his voice sounds funny since he’s trying his best to copy Mr. Kohl’s tone. “I’m a man of word, and you should trust when I tell you I’m gonna make this delinquents into decent people no matter how I have to do it” he continues.

“oh sir, but all that work must be so stressful, isn’t it?” I follow his game and he looks at me with open eyes.

“indeed it is sweet girl, why you ask?”

“I thought maybe…” I stand of my place and approach him. “maybe I could help you sir”

“you think you can young lady?” he says. I put one leg on each side of his sitting body. “what you think you’re doing?” he stutters in between words. I feel his body tense underneath me.

“I’m helping you sir, I can make all the stress go away and I’m gonna show you how” it’s not a secret I like Eddie, all of my friends know it. He’s the one that never noticed me, but I never cared; until now, where I find myself about to show him what he’s been missing.

“I-i- shit. I don’t think you shou- oh my god” all he can do is whimper from the way my hips are bucking into his right now.

“come on now sir, don’t you like me?” he probably should know I’m not playing anymore, this is true now. I pout and look intensely into his dark brown eyes.

“s’not that sweetheart, I-you shouldn’t be doing this here”

“you heard the secretary, he’ll be gone for half an hour more, we got time” he doesn’t seem to be comfortable with the situation as he keeps looking at the door. “I find the fact that someone could find us so fun, don’t you? I thought you were cool Munson”

“I am”

“not right now, you’re not being cool” my hands travel to the back of his neck and I kiss him deeply, desire building in my heart.

“fine” he says as soon as he can without stopping the kiss. One of my hands tries to unbuckle his belt with difficulty, and he helps me with his own hands. I lift my skirt to let him see my lilac and already wet panties. “holy fuck” the air I his lungs leaving is my favorite sound until now. Like he’s devoted to my body. I touch him over his boxer and I can’t believe he goes around packing like that. I don’t even exaggerate when I say he’s the biggest I’ve ever had. “found something you like?” I can’t take my eyes away from that part of him but I force myself and look up to him.

“maybe…” I say as I run a finger ever so slightly over his clothed length making him hiss at the contact.

“you’re such a tease” his tone let’s me know he doesn’t like it, he prefers if I just take it. But I’m not doing that just yet. This is too good to be so short.

“well, I was about to be put in detention for a reason sir” I keep my slight touch on his chest this time.

“you like being like this? like being a bad girl?” I nod “you do, right? you adore coming to see me. I bet you do it on purpose”

“I do sir, I misbehave so I can be with you in this tiny room, so I can be in your lap, so you can feel how good I wanna be for you” now where the fuck was that amount of words coming from? It’s like I was possessed and I liked it.

“my God, you’re so dirty baby” his voice is now so low, I can feel how he gets hard under me even more.

“you haven’t even heard half of it sir, I can be so much dirty. You just have to ask me” I put on my best puppy eyes as I look at him. The desire in his face shows. He’s just as horny as I am now.

“well then, I want you to be the dirtiest you’ve ever been, don’t even hold back a word. I want you full package” his hands go to my waist for a moment and then to my panties where the wet patch was. Two of his fingers touch me where I need him the most.

“please” the trail he does burns me.

“please what, baby? I need you to speak to me beauty” he says in a low tone.

“please touch me, I need you now” I can’t contain it anymore. I need his playful hands on my burning body.

“that’s what I like to hear” he smiles at me. The fingers that were dancing over my underwear were now putting it aside “you’re so fucking wet and I haven’t done anything to you. You got this worked up just by fantasizing with me baby?” I nod as that is the only thing I can do right now. He inserts his fingers finally, in an agonizingly slow motion, I watch as he does so. “already got you dumb on me princess? God, you look so pretty all dumb on my fingers” I whimper as my walls close around him. “so fucking hot, you sound amazing”

“i- Eddie i-” my pleadings seem to be satisfying to him as I look up at him and I find him grinning.

“you-you what sweet girl?” he mocks my stuttering and kisses my cheek. I keep whimpering because I don’t want the secretary to hear me. “you wanna cum baby?” I nod frenetically. “ow, then you do so” Suddenly his movements became faster, fingers hooking on a sweet spot inside of me that was making me see stars.

“oh, fuck, right there! yes! right there!” I scream in a whisper.

“right there baby? that’s the spot? how does it feel for you?” he asks, examining my face.

“it-it feels so fffucking good, I wanna cum all over your fingers” my senses are fucked right now, I can’t even think correctly.

“do it princess, soak me please” his dirty words were doing it for me and he wasn’t gonna stop there. “God, she’s sucking me in. Such a greedy cunt you have here” the feeling of release finally traveling to my lower stomach and letting me have the best orgasm of my life. I come undone on his hands as he helps me to come down of my high. As soon as he takes both fingers out from my insides he puts them in his mouth, sucking on them and getting them clean with his tongue.

“fucking hell, that’s so hot of you Munson” no boy ever had the decency of tasting me before.

“you are as sweet as you look, pretty” he says in a sweet voice. He leans in and kisses me, letting our tongues meet and collapse with each other. “I hope you don’t take this personal, but I need to fuck you”

“oh Eds, I take it very personal. Which means that if you don’t fuck me now I’m gonna fuck you myself”

“I’m very hard right now, if I don’t take it out it’s going to burst” his brows frowning and his big doe eyes looking up at me were the prettiest thing to see.

“take it out then, I wanna see it” with a fast movement of his hands and hips the jeans were lowered to the point where it was easier to have access to his boxers. Seconds later I tug the hem of them with my fingers and I set it free. My mouth waters at the view and I can feel myself getting wetter just by the thought of him inside of me. My cunt clenches and he sees it.

“such a pretty pussy, I wonder how it looks with my cock inside” he keeps the words heavy and dirty just for me. I feel hot and bothered just for him. I grab his cock and line it with my entrance, rubbing the tip just a little so it can get wet with my juices. I sit on him slowly and we both moan at the feeling. He’s stretching me so much. “Pussy’s so tight, it’s clenching around me so good” his hand grabs my neck and pulls me closer to kiss me in a feral way. My teeth catches his lower lip and bites it slightly not to hurt him. “get up, bend over the desk, I can’t fuck you properly in this fucking chair” I hear his demand and I obey him rapidly. My entire body trembling from the uncomfortable position I was in just now. I lower my chest in the desk and he takes one of his hands to the front of my right thigh and knee, bringing it up on the table. This way I was more open for him and he could see my pussy on display. I feel a smack on my ass and he grabs the flesh a little. Soon I feel a small source of air near me. When I realize it's his breathing I don't have time to prepare. His tongue runs the whole way down from top to bottom making me gasp at the sensation. “next time m’gonna spend an hour devouring this pussy, mark my words” he lifts from his knelling position and leaves me thinking about that next time. Was he sure there will be a next time? He wanted to fuck me again and eat me out. Fuck. I was looking forward for that next time already and we weren’t even done yet with this one. Aligning again his length to my entrance, he enters me with a hard and erratic thrust that almost makes me cry, in a good way. We were setting a pace and trying not to be heard. Suddenly one of his hands goes to my covered chest and lifts my shirt a little, grabbing one of my boobs and squishing it tightly. There will be marks on them tomorrow but I didn’t mind as I was lost in the moment, he was fucking me hard enough to cause our skins touching to make a sound. He grabs my leg again taking it forward on the table.

“fuck, I can feel you so deep inside of me, you’re so big Eddie” every inch of his cock making me see stars. My gummy walls accepting his length with love and hotness.

“You’re taking me so well baby, every inch. Perfect pussy was made for me, right baby?” again demanding me and I obey as always.

“y-yes”

“yes what? I thought I asked to be dirty, you’re not being a good girl right now” his tone was now lower and something in it let me know he was getting kinda mad.

“I’m-I’m sorry. Yes, it was made for you, just you” I mumble. I shake my head in an attempt to get my brain clear and be able to think but his hands on my waist and chest were taking out of my body. It was like I was experiencing it outside of what was actually happening, it was strange.

“that’s better. I love the sounds she makes when I go all the way out and I put it in like this” he says pulling out almost completely just to put it in again extremely hard making me moan into my own hand. The squelching sound my pussy made thanks to our juices combined was delicious.

“o-oh my god”

“you like that? Good. Wanna know what m’gonna do? m’gonna cum inside of you and you’re gonna take care of it” I never in my life had taken pills before, turns out I’m gonna have to start. Truth is, we were fucking raw and as much as I know Eddie hasn’t been with anyone else I don’t wanna be pregnant in a matter of weeks. He continues. “I want you to put your wet panties over this pretty pussy again and keep my cum stored until you get home and I want you to take a picture and send it to me. I wanna see my cum leaking out of you, from her before you clean it, understood?” he had a plan for me, a dirty, filthy plan and I liked it. How could I like this? In the whole year that I’ve spent liking Eddie I’ve have never imagined he was like this. I would look at him in the cafeteria with his friends and think he was sweet, always taking care of the boys in his club and making them feel safe and that they fit. Something that was never given to him. A sense of belonging was what he always needed and never had. Boys at school could be very cruel, even more to a kid that was different and proud like Eddie. I would also stare at him at the library, where I always find him on Wednesdays, looking for a new sci-fi book to devour. Or maybe on the parking lot where he would stop to smoke for ten minutes, probably listening to some music while he does. I loved to watch him smoke, even though I hate people that smoke, I find him really sexy when he does. It’s the way he grabs it in between his fingers ever so delicate and brings it to his lips, sucking and then blowing the smoke away. Like I said, so sexy. I get distracted in my thoughts that I barely remember to respond.

“I’ll be good Eddie, I’ll take care of your cum, please. I feel so full, fuck” his cock had found the spot and the head was now abusing it. I put both my hands on the desk, lifting my ass a little bit more and I feel my stomach revolve. The feeling of release again hitting my lower belly but this time there was something more. The hand that was on my boob releases it and goes to my clit, rubbing fast circles in it applying enough pressure to give me the pleasure I want so bad. A few seconds more and I cum around his cock, I hear the gushing sounds of my wetness and I feel sedated. I close my eyes and let go.

“Fuck baby, you squirted all over my fucking cock, Jesus. Got all over the table baby, shit” so I squirted, that was what I felt. He was fucking me so good it made me do something I never did before. He kept fucking me through my orgasm and I felt overstimulated. “Ah, you keep squirting baby, fucking shit, I’m going to cum so fucking deep inside you”. Once I regain my senses, I started throwing my ass back against his cock at the same time he hit me. “Oh that’s it baby, take it, take it, take it” one of his hands smacking my ass cheek as I did. “Yeah, take that fucking cock” I love this version of him that I didn’t know until now. He was a beast, a menace in the best of senses. If I had a very sweet person like him fuck me like this everyday I’ll loose my fucking mind. He grabs my face and makes me turn to look at him while he keeps pounding me from behind. “Look at me, here baby, I want you to look at me when I fill you up” a good and hard thrusts more and he came inside of me, all his hot, sweet cum shooting inside my walls.

He helps me lower down my leg and slowly pulls out and puts my underwear back in a fast movement. Gives a few pats on my clothed pussy and rubs it.

“I want that picture when you get home” he reminds me of his demand. I nod while smiling and I turn to kiss him. “how many classes you have the rest of the day?” he asks interested. We love around and sit on our places.

“just one, biology 3” I was already thinking about how uncomfortable that class would be with a big load of cum trying to come out of my cunt.

“great, I’m in that one too, it’s gonna be fun” I gasp as I realize he’s gonna watch me the entire time but I have nothing left to say as the door is open now. The principal enters and looks like he’s been dealing with something huge that we don’t know about.

“Okay kids, this day has been extremely tiring and I’m sorry I made you wait so long. There’s no much to say as you both have detention on Friday” he takes some papers from the desk and we turn to leave. Suddenly he yells to the secretary and we can’t help but laugh loudly as we hear what he tells her.

“Susan!? Why is my desk all wet and sticky!?”

Well we hope he doesn’t look at the cameras or we’ll be screwed. Detention would be the last of our worries.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #strangers to lovers #stranger things

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Well, I guess I’m continuing to make these now! Here’s the next part of my thoughts on every Magnus Archives episode! Now, last time I said that I was planning to write about episodes 21-40 in the next post, but as it turns out, the hyperfixation has set in and my thoughts are a LOT longer (so buckle up if you want to read this), and I also reached the tag limit. So, I’m only going to be covering episodes 21-30 here, and then I’ll write about episodes 31-40, and this 10 episode trend will probably continue for the rest of the posts, but that just means I’ll be able to put them out faster.

Also, unlike my first post, where I wrote all of my thoughts after finishing episode 20, all of these ones were written right after I finished the specific episode I talked about, so my thoughts are a lot more clearly documented. Finally, there’s a link to my masterpost, which will contain all the post’s detailing my thoughts on every episode before and after these ones.

Once again, no spoilers for future episodes please, and for anyone who hasn’t watched up to episode 30, spoilers are under the cut, so I recommend turning away until you’ve caught up. :)

- Episode 21, Freefall 🪂

Statement of Moira Kelly, regarding the disappearance of her son Robert.

WHAT THE FUCK??!! MARTIN??!! DAMN, I guess the horrors did get to him! Well, it’s nice to finally meet him, even if his first line was dropping shit on the ground. Either way, I get the vibe I’m in for a wild ride for this second half. ….What was I talking about? Oh yeah, the actual statement. Anyways this one upset me. Not only did it bring out my fear of heights pretty well, but the portrayal of a grieving mother who can’t comprehend what happened to her son was really heartbreaking. The line “The sky ate him” was kind of comedic at first, especially with Jon’s following reaction (love this guy btw, he’s such a loser), but then it became really horrific when I realized how it was just Moira desperately trying to make sense of the impossible horrors she just witnessed. The plot thread set up with Simon and Harriet Fairchild is also very interesting, and the whole sky thing kind of reminded me of Dominic’s visions in Ep. 4. Overall another one of many fantastic episodes, but HOLY SHIT I’M SCARED.

- Episode 22, Colony 🔦

Statement of Martin Blackwood, archival assistant at the Magnus Institute, London, regarding a close encounter with something he believes to have once been Jane Prentiss. Statement taken direct from subject.

….aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! Ok let’s start from the top. Firstly, I’m really happy we finally got to meet Martin in this episode, and he’s great! Honestly he comes off as more dorky than stupid, and just comes off as a real sweetheart, so Jon’s distaste for him (outside of very different personalities), gets more mysterious. Though all things considered, after what he experienced, I don’t think that the bullying is his biggest worry anymore… Alexander J. Newall does a fantastic delivery, as much as I love Jon’s readings, you can really feel how terrified Martin is here (also “Blackwood” is a sick as fuck last name, and I related to him trailing off about spiders…) Outside of Martin himself, we have Jane Prentiss (or what remains of her) and…well, let’s just say that I don’t find the sex worms nearly as funny anymore. Jane and the worms inside her are absolutely terrifying, and while I would say I’m excited to learn more about her, I wouldn’t be complaining if the institute staff never had to deal with her again. Also the text episode made me, if you’ll excuse my language…squirm. Honestly, this might just be my favorite episode so far. The way that the plot threads from previous episodes connected here was extremely satisfying, and needless to say, I’m very excited and horrified to see where the show goes from here.

- Episode 23, Schwartzwald 🇩🇪

Statement of Albrecht von Closen, regarding a discovered tomb near his estate in the Black Forest.

Worst episode ever because Jon didn’t do a German accent, smh. Ok but in all seriousness, I really liked this one! It wasn’t the strongest in terms of complex themes in my opinion, but it had a great vibe, and was still very interesting, entertaining, and decently creepy. Having a “statement” written before the archives was founded is a really cool idea that’s executed perfectly here, and while we didn’t learn that much about Jonah Magnus, I still found it cool to get a first glimpse of the archives’ history. (Also, given the eye imagery that appears both in here and in other episodes, I can’t help but feel like Albrecht’s wording of Jonah having “good eyes” or something like that is a little weird…) And…now that we have the instance of something that isn’t a statement, but is important being in the archives, I absolutely agree with the idea that Gertrude Robinson organized these poorly on purpose, so that Jon would get the knowledge he needed to have. Regardless, this whole episode had the vibes of a classic ghost story, which while not as weird and off-putting as some of the other horror here, was still a nice change of pace overall. The descriptions of The Schwartzwald were really well done and added to the atmosphere, and I just like the fact that we have another historical episode, that’s also set outside of The UK. Also, the way that they played with the time period at the end was amazing, I already had my suspicions due to the eye imagery, but the reveal of Mary Keay (and therefore Gerard Wa- I mean Keay) being a descendant of Albrecht was still really cool. I also do wonder if the Arabic book was eventually found by Jurgen Leitner in the future…eh, food for thought. Lastly, I loved Martin jumping in out of nowhere, it was both funny, and a grim reminder about how fucked the archives supposedly are, yippee!

Wow, these are a lot longer than my previous thoughts. This, my sweet children, is a phenomenon called “brain rot”.

- Episode 24, Strange Music 🪆

Statement of Leanne Denikin, regarding an antique calliope organ she possessed briefly in August 2004.

Jon, honey, are we not going to elaborate on the fact that one of ✨the horrors✨is literally inside the institute? Like, HELLO? That’s not terrifying at all! Anwyays, this episode continues the trend of making me scared of things I’m not initially scared of, yippee! It had great vibes as well, the weird shit in the attic was made to be as creepy as possible. Initially, I didn’t find this one to be too scary, and figured it was going to go in the direction of “music makes people feel kind of weird”. AND THEN JOSHUA GETS KILLED AND TURNED INTO A DOLL HELLO??!!! Like, I know he was kind of a toxic boyfriend, but DAMN, whatever was behind the calliope and the dolls did NOT have to go that far. (Also until the end I thought he might be Joshua Gillepsie, and like, I don’t care how toxic he is, but you do not dump a guy who bested an evil coffin with his freezer.) Outside of that, It was really cool to meet Sasha! I like her voice, and the introduction was quite funny. (Also, even as someone who has lived in England for over two years, and has a family that is 90% British, nothing hurt more that Jon’s “Americans”.) Lastly, I have a theory, which I like to call “Ringmaster? More like cult leader.” Because I’M SORRY, but you cannot convince me that a CIRCUS, called THE CIRCUS OF THE OTHER, which possessed a HAUNTED CALLIOPE ORGAN, is anything but a cult. (Watch me when I’m inevitably wrong lmao.)

I guess now is a better time than any to say that I’m kind of wondering if there’s an in-universe reason for the music in the background? I mean, considering that the whole framing device is Jon recording these statements, I have to wonder if there’s a reason for the noise we hear, especially with the worms in Ep. 22 and the music in Ep. 24.

- Episode 25, Growing Dark ⛪️

Statement of Mark Bilham, regarding events culminating in his visit to Hither Green Chapel.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I LOVE BEING RIGHT!!! I saw the episode title and immediately assumed this would continue the lore of Episode 9, and I WAS SO RIGHT!!! (Also, I now just noticed that the PCOTDH’s symbol is a closed eye, while The Keay Family’s symbol is an open eye…my cult theory thickens…) Anyways, this was another very enjoyable episode! Firstly, even though it’s far from the first piece of media to do so, I though the way they portrayed a cult brainwashing someone when they’re most vulnerable was very well handled and pretty depressing. I also really enjoyed how the episode isn’t the most weird and paranormal on it’s own, but the knowledge of the connections to Ep. 9 makes us know that it DEFINITELY is, even when the characters in the story don’t. The episode was certainly very spooky, the description of the spinach and the dark church definitely got me. (Also my mom came into my room briefly and when she left she accidentally turned off the light and I nearly screamed.) There were also some really interesting plot threads set up here, like the chanting of the northern most human settlement in the world, the mention of “three hundred years waiting”, and I also wonder if “Mr. Pitch” is an alias for “Detective Rayner.” then…the ending. Holy shit. You know, maybe I DON’T need to know what happened to Gertrude….

Episode 26, A Distortion ☕️

Statement of Sasha James, assistant archivist at the Magnus Institute, London, regarding a series of paranormal sightings. Statement taken direct from subject.

I…what…I don’t even…we are so fucked. Ok, there’s a LOT going on here, but I’ll try my best to formulate my thoughts as clearly as possible. Firstly, this episode easily scared me the most so far, I agree with Jon when he says that the horrors being somewhat friendly is scarier than them being antagonistic, like HOLY SHIT this one was unnerving. But with that out of the way…uh…let’s talk about Sasha! She’s really cool, I like how her character gives us a lot more insight into what working in the archives is like for a fairly regular person (i say this because Jon is weird as fuck and Martin is too nice to be normal, and I mean that as kindly as possible). But…while I don’t necessarily doubt her status as the most level-headed person in the archives, I don’t think that’s saying much. Like, she saw a creepy guy with weird-ass hands who spoke in riddles and knew too much about her and her coworkers, and followed him into a dilapidated building, also she works at the council of ghost stories despite not liking horror. Like, no offense, I’m sure she’s overall an intelligent person, as are most people in the archives, but none of them are beating Joshua Gillepsie anytime soon (yes I’m still thinking about him.) But mentioning the guy with fucked up hands, WHO OR WHAT EVEN WAS THAT??!! I have very little ideas as to how this “Micheal” even connects to the greater picture. I know some people connected him to the mentions of the man with bones in his hands in Episode 8, but that honestly reminds me more of the Leitner in Episode 17. Outside of that, his name is quite interesting, I initially thought that he might be Micheal Crew, but given that Sasha doubts it being his real name, I have my suspicions (although it would give us a connection between this, the words in Episode 8, and The Boneturner’s Tale….hm….) However, I could absolutely see him being Micheal Keay, as he gives off enough ghost vibes to pass as him (and I’m assuming that if Gerard’s dead, Micheal is as well.) Also he is not described as having a Lichtenburg figure on him so…yeah. Lastly, we have the return of THE SEX WORMS. And as happy(?) as I am to see that The Magnus Archives, a podcast developed by RustyQuill.com, that is also licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License, is continuing it’s message of staying abstinent, all things considered, that was absolutely terrifying. I just LOVE the knowledge that the worms are a hive-mind and that Jane might not be the source, I LOVE THAT SO MUCH. In conclusion, I am probably going to sleep with a fire extinguisher tonight, and I am very scared for what the next 14 episodes have in store for me.

Also I guess I’ll mention Tim (the archival assistant, not the dead guy) here because why not. So far I’m getting major bastard energy from people’s descriptions of him, which means I will either love or hate him. Also I found it very funny but also kind of sad that Jon said he only trusts Tim to not prank him in Episode 11, and then he pulled a prank shortly before this statement took place.

- Episode 27, A Sturdy Lock 🔑

Statement of Paul McKenzie, regarding repeated nocturnal intrusions into his home.

Ok, after everything that happened in the last episode, it was nice to get a short and sweet one here. Well, as sweet as an episode of a horror podcast can be. Overall, this one isn’t my favorite, I thought it was a little bit under the standards of creativity for the show as a whole, but that’s obviously not saying much, as it was still pretty damn good in its own right. I think it was definitely very effective with its storytelling, and credit where credit is due, it certainly brought out my fear of weird noises in the middle of the night. And even if I can’t personally resonate with this aspect of it, I do really appreciate how it tackled the idea of mental illness at old age, and while I’d be surprised if the statement wasn’t real, considering where the show seems to be going, it did a very good job at planting seeds of doubt in my mind. But still, it was genuinely pretty crushing how Paul had no proof throughout the entire thing, along with how the cops treated him. It really did make me thing about what would have happened if he hadn’t washed the blood off his hands. It still had a creepy atmosphere, and the reveals at the end were pretty interesting, I hope they show us Marcus’ statement soon enough. Also, the aspect of loneliness in this one did remind me a lot of what happened in Episode 13, so I wonder if there’s some connection there. (Also, I love how I’m 27 episodes in and Jon is STILL roasting Gertrude’s organizational skills.) So while this one isn’t the most interesting for me, I still enjoyed it, and it was nice to have a slightly lighter one after Episode 26. I hope Sasha had a good few days off, she deserves it.

- Episode 28, Skintight 📷

Statement of Melanie King, regarding events at the abandoned Cambridge Military Hospital during filming in January 2015. Statement taken direct from subject.

WHOA THAT WAS SO GOOD!!! Ok, I feel like I should start off with my thoughts on the basic premise, as while those episode is certainly…not the most humorous in its execution, the premise itself kind of is. I don’t know why, but I just thought the idea of there being an in-universe competitor was a really fun concept that was executed perfectly here. It kind of reminds me of something like Hatchetfield and Clivesdale (I don’t know how many people reading this will understand that, but there seems to be overlap between TMA fans and Hatchetfield fans, and also like, shut up, let me indulge in my hyperfixations.) The bickering between Melanie and Jon was great, as was Melanie herself, I’d love to see her again as I think she oddly brought a lot to the world of the series. Although I will say that, while it doesn’t make me like him any less, Jon’s reluctance to buy into statements is a lot more frustrating when there’s another person in the room. I also absolutely love the fact that there’s an in-universe spooky podcast mentioned by name, like, come one, that’s genuinely hilarious. But comedic value aside, this one was definitely pretty creepy. In a similar vain to what Episode 23 was doing, the whole “young people enter creepy abandoned building to film stuff and then get genuinely scared” concept felt evocative of other classic horror stories, and the way they spun it into the context of the show was great. The atmosphere was definitely very creepy as well, as I have mentioned, hospitals creep me the fuck out. And lastly…oh my god, THE CONNECTIONS. So, I’ll start off by saying that all of the skin shit reminded me of what happened in Episode 18 (which I hope is true because I think some connections to other things would make me like that episode more). But that pales in comparison to the fact that we have stuff on THE ANGLERFISH, HOLY FUCK THE ANGLERFISH. I’m SO glad that they didn’t throw it away just because it was in the pilot episode. In retrospect, I think that the story of Episode 1 isn’t quite my favorite. It doesn’t really have to be, as I think the main draw of the episode is getting a first look at the framing device and general vibe of the entire podcast, but the stories didn’t really grab me until Episode 2, which is still one of my favorites. But MAN, this episode really made me appreciate the setup at the beginning so much more, and the knowledge that the people who walked into the alley didn’t necessarily die, meaning that all of those names could potentially come back, is SO exciting to me. In fact, when you consider that Sarah was kind of going through what looked like a possession, I wonder if The Anglerfish is a figure of worship in a cult, if that theory is to be true. (Also I have relatives that live in the same area as Sarah so…maybe I should tell them to watch out for their neighbor lmao.) So yeah, this…this show is just really freaking good.

Note: I have discovered the Leitner rant, and therefore I have achieved true enlightenment.

- Episode 29, Cheating Death ♟️

Statement of Nathaniel Thorp, regarding his own mortality.

I should start off by saying that I love the episode title for this, like, it’s not even metaphorical, the guy literally cheated in a game against death. Well, anyways, the main thing that caught me about the episode was how it absolutely blindsided me. While I was right about the soldier being the same as the statement giver, which I think was supposed to be obvious, everything else in those last six or so minutes left me with a wide-open jaw. (Also, can I just say that I love how poetic this guy just…decided to be? Like, I just love it when the statements really show of personalities with the way they’re written, and it comes with a cool framing device.) Regardless, I initially assumed that it was going in a very traditional line. Nathaniel cheats death, becomes immortal, and regrets it in modern day because he’s lived longer that he really should have. That, combined with the fact that “Death” didn’t seem like the one of the more creative horror monsters in the show so far, had me so prepared to just write this one off as one of my least favorites (once again, not like that’s saying much.) And then the twist comes and HOLY SHIT I WAS WRONG. The idea of there basically being multiple grim reapers at the hands of some unknowable power, who have to gain successors to finally die themselves is absolutely terrifying and extremely clever. I tip my hat to you Rusty Quill, you did a great job at fooling me. Kind of funny considering how this is a story about being punished for your hubris (which seems to be a recurring theme???) I have a few other small thoughts as well. Firstly, I can’t help but shake the feeling that Nathaniel Thorp was an actual revolutionary war soldier, but I can’t find anything online other than the character from this episode. Also, the fact that his fate remains unknown makes me think he’ll show up again, as it seems weird to NOT end the story with confirmation of his death, given the themes. Secondly, a lot of the…less than pleasant imagery here definitely reminded me of Piecemeal and The Boneturner’s Tale. I don’t remember the story inside that Leitner very well, but I might check just in case there’s any parallels between it and this statement. (Update: Not really.) And finally, I was just a little bit intrigued by the fact that we learn no one who was working at the institute in 1972 works there anymore. It’s probably nothing, but given the mysteries surrounding Gertrude’s death, I’m just a little suspicious, both in general, and of Elias because he’s still around. Overall this episode went hard, I’m still kind of stunned by what it pulled off.

Jane Prentiss statement…save me…save me Jane Prentiss statement…

- Episode 30, Killing Floor 🍖

Statement of David Laylow, regarding his time working at an industrial abattoir near Dalton.

You know what, Jon is right, there’s a lot of meat in this show. Not that I’m complaining, I mean, it does fuel my obsession with connecting the dots between statements. Regardless, while this isn’t among my favorite episodes so far, I still had a good time with it. The reason it’s not one of my favorites is purely personal, as I don’t do too well with animal violence. Like, as much as I do really appreciate how viscerally Jonny Sims can describe the statements, I will admit that the opening minutes describing the slaughter house made me more uneasy than the actual horror, and not in a particularly fun way, but it was overall fine. Speaking of the actual horror, that was actually pretty good. The endless hallways lined with doors that lead to precarious situations also kind of tapped into a personal fear of mine, but in a more fun and digestible way. And while the idea of “imagine humans being slaughtered like animals” is something I’ve seen many a time before, it was still much more well executed than many other interpretations of the idea (*cough cough*, peta) and there were also plenty of other interesting themes and ideas, like how the episode touched on the inherent horror of working in a job as gruesome as the killing floor, being enslaved to said job, and the idea that maybe we’re all just walking sacks of meat in the end, and nothing more. As for some other thoughts, I was definitely creeped out by Tom Han, I’m not sure whether or not he’s someone who spreads ✨the horrors✨or someone affected by ✨the horrors✨, and his sudden disappearance was certainly…odd. On top of that, it’s admittedly haunting to know that there’s still creepy stuff going on at the slaughter house, and that this isn’t something that happened to David, and only David. Overall, a pretty good episode, I don’t have much to say about it, but it was a fun time overall.

Tim…save me…save me Tim…

Well, if you’ve made it this far, thank you so much for reading! Genuinely means the world to me when there are people willing to listen to me ramble about my horrible (affectionate) interests lmao. I should have my thoughts on the final episodes of Season 1 out in due time, and while I’m sure it’s obvious, I’m absolutely hooked on this podcast. It absolutely has the potential to become one of my favorite things ever if the overarching plot becomes more involved and this is coming from someone who up until now, wasn’t all that gripped by podcasts. While I’m a little sad that I’m as late to the party as I am, then I remembered “oh yeah, I was in elementary school when this horrifying series came out”, and I’m also hopeful that I’ll be able to be around for The Magnus Protocol while it’s airing (I know it premieres in like a week but still.) Anyways, thanks for reading and hopefully you’ll be around for my thoughts on the next batch :)

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