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dial. 2 (e.w.)

wc;cw: 5.3K, fratadjacent!ellie, she has community dick, all ocs r black coded <3, mentions of psychs(shrooms), weed, alcohol, fun parties, dubcon they’re faded, LIGHT SMUT MDNI LEMME COOK YALL, dirty talk, fingering, ellie ain’t shit, stone tops r hot, smidge of angst bc it’s me n i hate joy

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You woke up alone. 

When you reached over on Ellie’s side and felt nothing but a folded pillow, your eyes shot open. You ignored the pounding of your head and peered over at Ellie’s bedside alarm clock. It was almost noon, and you were starving. 

You instantly sat up when you heard Ellie’s laughter coming from the living room alongside a high-pitched voice rambling about last night. You threw the hot blankets off your sweaty form and dressed quickly, tossing your shredded stockings in Ellie’s small garbage. 

You pried Ellie’s door open and made your way into the packed living room, the soccer boys stretching and putting in eye drops while Niah snored on the couch. Ellie was standing by the open front door, her body leaning against the frame as she nodded and spoke to… the same girl from last night! 

“El, I literally couldn’t fucking move! I thought I was gonna fuckin’ die if I did anything!” 

Ellie shook her head with a bright smile, waving two candy-bars in her hand, “That’s fucking crazy, damn. Don’t try that shit with these, you’ll be off your ass. Eat half a fucking square and see how you feel.” 

“I will,” the girl took her bars and handed Ellie a stack of bills, “Trip with me after finals?” 

Your heart stuttered in your chest at her suggestive tone, and it shattered when Ellie reciprocated. 

Her head tilted and her tone quieted, “You can handle all that at once?” 

“All what?” The girl eased closer into Ellie’s space, and one of the soccer players’ dog whistled. Ellie leaned down to whisper into the girl’s ear, and she huffed and pushed her away playfully. She departed with a flirty bye, El, and Ellie returned it just as lowly. You should’ve stayed asleep. 

Ellie shut the door softly and shoved her bills into her sports bra, and you fled to her room before she could see you. You shut the door softly and pressed your ear up against the white wood. 

One of the soccer players crossed his arms over his chest, impressed, “Fuuuck, dude, how the fuck do you pull like that?”

“… I know how to eat pussy. Ask her when she’s up,” she said with a scoff. 

“Don’t needa ask, I heard. Dick,” your face burned with embarrassment. 

Ellie’s boisterous laughter shook the apartment. You could hear her sock-covered feet padding on the floor as she inched closer to the door. You moved back to her mirror when her knob twisted and pretended to fix your tangled hair. 

Ellie waltzed in and shut the door behind her. 

“Hey,” you croaked, trying to sound as casual as possible. Don’t look at her!

“‘Sup,” she barely acknowledged. You flinched. You could see her rummaging around her room, shoving her earnings into a small shoe box on her nightstand. 

Your gaze dropped to a random smudge on her mirror, “Um, Ellie?” 

“Hm?” Ouch. 

“… Do you like cupcakes?” you squeaked nervously. 

“… Yes?” 

“Really?” You twirled with a grin on your face, your arms giddily waving around in the air. “Me’n Niah always make cupcakes on Wednesday in the West Wing! Did you know they just upgraded their toaster oven?! We’re making some for Dina and Jesse but they only like vanilla like boring losers. I personally like red velvet, but we can make any flavor you want!” 

You rambled joyfully, eager to hear her flavor preference. She seemed like a strawberry person! Or German chocolate—

“Vanilla’s fine.” 

She answered plainly, and your spirit dropped. You didn’t allow your disappointment to show on your face too much, your arms falling limp at your sides. 

Your efforts failed when she shut you down, “I don’t mean to be rude, but I really need… t’get ready and stuff.” 

You shook your head incessantly, “No, no, I get it! I, um… I needa get Niah up anyway.”

Ellie nodded and stared at you blankly. She didn’t say anything else after that, impulsively reorganizing her little piggy bank. Sadness churned in your gut, your smile dropping as you clenched your fists.  

“S-See you Wednesday?” 

“… Yup.” 

You gave her a stiff nod and spun towards the door. You left as quickly as you could, shutting it harder than you should’ve. Tears built in your eyes against your will; Dina told you Ellie was aloof and a bit awkward, but she always seemed so comfortable around all your friends. You tried to justify her behavior since you were strangers, but it’s been weeks, and she’s been inside you! She never bothered to ask anything about you when you first met, even though you desperately wanted to know everything about her. You were starting to question if she even knew your name. 

That familiar feeling from years ago was coming over you in the middle of your friend’s hallway, and you instantly felt nauseous. You prayed you would never experience something like that again; You moved fucking cities because of it, for gods sake! Maybe you were just too overbearing, too naive. Too… uppity for some people. 

You’re a lot to handle! Not everyone is built for that. That’s just something you’re gonna have to understand at some point. 

You knew Niah would cause a scene if she saw you upset, so you wiped your tears with your itchy sleeves and forced your insecurities down despite their desire to crumble you, making your way over to your best friend’s laid out form. You crouched and gently shook her awake. 

“Ni. Ni, wake up,” your voice wouldn't stop cracking!

She choked and coughed awake; Her cotton mouth must be deadly! She smacked her lips together as her eyes tore open, dry as ever. 

“Hi,” you whispered, “We gotta go. It’s almost noon.” 

You had to pry Niah off Jesse and Ellie’s sofa, but you were able to get her out the door eventually. With her little goodie bags! You closed the entrance to their apartment and began your walk down the hallway. 

You ignored the tears in your heart when you heard their front door lock; Ellie didn’t even want to see you out. 

… Were you really that bad? 

You said nothing the entire Uber ride back to the dorms. Niah fell asleep on your shoulder, and you cried silently, watching the white of winter pass you by. 

Class was fucking killing you. 

You were exhausted and filled notebooks were practically overflowing out of your book bag; You were shocked that students’ bodies weren’t scattered across the quad. The first term was always the worst. 

At least it was Cupcake Day! You couldn’t wait for Niah to pick you up. 

“Order for Kayla!” 

You were currently waiting on the chai latte Ellie was making, her back turned to you and she mixed your hot drink. You definitely weren’t here to secretly watch as she frothed cream in her cute, little Starbucks hat! Not at all! 

She placed the lid on your drink and locked eyes with you. She didn’t call your name out, only sliding you the steaming cup with a quiet enjoy, spinning to return to her station before you could thank her. 

You sighed and grabbed the steaming cup from the serving counter, snagging a seat farthest away from the coffee station. You sipped and waited with a crestfallen spirit, listening to the way Ellie’s voice lifted when she called out other peoples’ names. You wished you knew what you did wrong. 

You concluded and accepted the fact that simply Ellie didn’t like you. 

Outside of sex, obviously. 

You thought baking would distract you from the graying of your heart, but it only darkened as you iced the cooled desserts. 

“Taste this. Is it too sweet?” 

You turned and met Niah’s manicured finger covered in cream cheese frosting. You tasted it and instantly cringed as your tastebuds were overtaken by icing sugar. You were definitely getting older; Younger you would’ve told her to add two more cups of the soft power! 

“Fuck,” she sighed and grabbed another pack of cream cheese from the small counter. “If you don’t like it, it must be trash.” 

“… Yeah.” 

She laughed lightly, “What the fuck? You’re not gonna coddle me?” 

You only shrugged and continued to swirl chocolate frosting on the remaining cakes. 

Niah wasn’t having it, “Bro are you good? You barely said shit to me all day.” 

You shrugged and dolloped more of the better batch of icing on the cake, “I’m fine, class just sucked today.” 

And Ellie hates me!

“Talk to me,” you saw her set her piping bag down near the cooling tray. 

You lied, “Nothing to talk about. You know I hate my cognitive science class.” 

Niah only hummed, and you know she’s only dropping the conversation for your sake. You would come to her when you were ready and less distraught by embarrassment. 

You two finished in rigid silence. You made a small baggie full of cupcakes for Ellie like you did Jesse and Dina, making sure to add extra chocolate sprinkles next to the E fondant placed on her small desserts. You hoped she would accept the peace offering. 

Your throat was so dry. 

You tapped your foot mindlessly against the floor as you and Niah waited for Jesse to open the door, gift bags scrunched in your jittery hands. You hoped you and Ellie could talk. Please be home!

The door ripped open, and Jesse greeted you. 

“WHAT DAY IS IT!” 

“IT’S CUPCAKE DAY!” you and Niah shouted, holding up the filled decorative bags. 

He hugged you both before allowing you entry, Dina already sat at the small dining table set with cute China plates and a tea kettle. There was no sign of Ellie; The excitement in your shoulders dropped. 

You set the sweet treats on the table and took a seat across Dina, Niah next to you. Jesse grabbed the steaming kettle and filled your cups up while Dina ripped the bags open. 

“Greedy ass. Have some couth,” Niah scolded Dina playfully. 

You jumped in with a sneaky smile, “Yeah, Dee, where’s your manners!” 

“ME?!” she dropped the bag in shock, “I know you’re not talking!” 

Your jaw dropped when she pointed an accusatory finger at you, “What’d I do!” 

“Oh, now you’re confused! You two kept us up all night, why d’you think we slept so long after that party!” 

Your face burned at the insinuation as Jesse and Niah snickered off to the side. Dina dug in the bag in search of her embroidered cupcake, shaking her head, “It’s silent now! Crazy.” 

“She’s on your head,” Niah laughed out. Jesse sipped his tea like Kermit. 

“… I hate all of you! Gimme my fucking cupcake!” 

Dina passed you the bag after snagging hers and Jesse’s, and you snatched your wrapped dessert from the now crumpled bag with a pout. Ellie’s cupcakes were left at the bottom of the bag still in perfect condition. At least they were pretty. 

Dina, Jesse, and Niah migrated to the couch after you volunteered to tidy up the kitchen. Dina offered to help, but you shooed her away. She immediately grabbed Ellie’s bong off the little coffee table and packed it for the three of them. You knew their pothead asses wanted to smoke!

You were wiping the crumby table down with a wet wipe when your phone vibrated in your pocket. 

Your heart sped up in your chest at the message. Has she been here the whole time! Why didn’t she greet you! Your thumbs flew over your keyboard at the speed of light. 

She answered instantly, and your core spasmed. 

You gazed up to check on your friends, happy to see that they were paying you no mind! You probably looked insane standing in the kitchen with no air in your lungs. 

Why were you this tempted to walk into her room and ride her into the sunset? 

Your heart sank when you didn’t receive a text after that. Did you make her mad? Did she not want her cupcakes anymore? 

You sighed and put your phone back in your jean pocket, finishing the nearly clean table. You leaned over it to get the little spots you missed. 

“Hey, housewife,” she said quietly, pinching your ass like she always does. 

Ellie’s raspy tone vibrated your eardrums, and you nearly dropped to your knees at the nickname. Her hair was down, and she had on grey fucking sweatpants. You would be her stay-at-home wife any day of the week! Iron her clothes, change her sheets, let her bend you over the counter while you’re cooking her dinner—

You peered at her over your shoulder, “Hi.” 

Your cracked mumble made her smirk, “Those mine?” 

Her head jerked towards the folded goodie bag, and you nodded, still bent over the table. She peered down at your ass before pulling out a seat. 

“Sit with me.” 

… An actual invitation that didn’t involve proposals to eat your ass?! Were you two actually getting somewhere? 

You yanked your chair out and plopped in it, excitingly sliding the goodie bag towards her so she could pull her cupcakes out. You propped your head up with a grin and watched as she unwrapped the dessert, taking a slow lick of the sloppy icing job. She held eye contact with you with each pass of her tongue, and your eyes filled with hearts. 

“Tastes good,” she mumbled before biting into the dessert. 

“It’s not too sweet?” You sounded love struck. 

She shook her head with a sly grin, “No such thing.” 

… Why was she so fucking sexy! 

“You coming on Friday?” she said around another bite. 

Please make me cum on Friday! 

“Yes,” your heart fluttered when she mumbled cool. “D’you know what you’re gonna wear?” 

“Not yet. I might make a fucking homemade reindeer shirt or something, I’m broke,” she tossed the last bit of cake into her mouth and licked her fingers. 

“I bet that’d look so cool! You’re so talented!” You beamed. You remembered viewing some of Ellie’s sketches that were hung on her wall and bed frame before she drilled you into her mattress. You always thought her depictions of Pokémon characters were so cute! 

You saw her eyes widen before she looked down at the table, “Thanks.” 

Her face was red, and her eyes didn’t meet yours… Was she blushing? 

The moment was ruined, though. She hopped up from her seat before you could say anything else, quietly thanking you for the cupcakes. She scurried back to her room after throwing Niah a stiff see ya, slamming her door shut. 

Everyone turned to look at you with confused stares, and all you could do was shrug sheepishly, your heart saddening. What did you say that was so embarrassing; She is talented! 

Ellie was so interesting. 

Your study seshes with Niah were flying by. You swore your eyeballs were going to fall out if you stared at one more note sheet. 

How was Niah able to smoke and not take at the same time! 

Your last class of the week was finished, and you zoomed back to your dorm to get ready for tonight. This was one of the last parties of the semester and you wanted to impress! 

You didn’t get out of the library until seven. The sun was starting to set, and you were nowhere near ready! You already had your outfit: a purple glow-in-the-dark Santa’s hat and your matching faux fur mini dress, but you needed an hour and a half for your hair, at the bare minimum! Niah needed to hurry up and finish her project meeting so she could help you pick shoes! What the fuck goes with purple anyway?

You stripped and showered quickly. You were in the middle of detangling your hair when Niah burst through the door with her books in hand. 

“Fuck these professors bruh! They never give us this much work to do during the fucking semester and now we’re doing twelve fucking assignments at goddamn once five days before the year ends! I’m sick of this bullshit— “

You hyperfocused on perfecting your part, “Bitch, I don’t care about that! What color goes with purple best? Should I wear white or black shoes! What the fuck do I do?!” 

Niah kicked her boots off and tossed her books on her dresser in the middle of her rant, already stripping down, “Mind you, I’m paired with two fucking idiots! How am I supposed to explain two-dimensional kinematics to somebody who— “

“NIAH!” 

“WHAT!” 

“… Take a deep breath through your no— “

“I’m not having a fuckin’ panic attack, relax. Wear white shoes,” she huffed before grabbing her pen out of her shoebox stash. You needed one of those for your liquor bottles! 

Niah snagged your speaker before rushing in the bathroom to shower. Blow drying your hair was going to be a fucking pain! 

After finishing your hair and taking five spaced out shots over the next three hours, you and Niah were off into the night. You don’t know how you were trucking it so fast towards the Uber; You almost broke your damn ankle when you practiced walking earlier! Snapchat was already blowing up with people at the soccer house. And the music actually sounded good! 

You slurrily asked your Uber if you could aux for the drive, in which he confusedly replied if the oxe could what? Niah laughed uncontrollably the entire ride. She always did love getting older Uber drivers! 

The deeper you drove into the neighborhood, the more packed it was, people in sparkly, short dresses and more ugly Christmas sweaters. They were all hooting and laughing down the block, and it took everything in you to not rip the car door open and hop out to mingle! 

The Uber parked in front of the white, four-floored home. You and Niah thanked him before jumping out and brushing past the lengthy line; You loved having friends in high places! Dina texted saying she’d be waiting for both of you by the door. 

“Dina!” you shouted over the loud, bustling crowd. You waved at her when she saw you, grabbing your hand to pull you and Niah through the packed porch. 

The soccer house was dimly lit with red and green LED lights and the walls were covered in Christmas socks and ornaments. They even had a blow-up snowman to take pictures with! She pulled you and your roommate into a bone-crushing hug and kissed your cheeks before pulling you deeper inside, making sure to keep you close so you wouldn’t get lost in the crowd. 

She paused at the counter and grabbed the bottle of vodka, untwisting the cap and handing it to Niah. She wasted no time in downing a large gulp before passing it to you to do the same. You scowled at the taste and Dina laughed, wrapping her arm around your shoulders to lead you and Niah into the kitchen. The soccer team were timing each other’s shotguns, and by the blank look on Jesse’s face, he must be losing. 

The players hugged you and Niah politely before Jesse pulled you in a tight hug. He shouted over the blaring speakers, “I’m getting cooked!” 

A laugh escaped you as he shook his head and hugged Niah. She pulled her phone out of her bra and stared at you, waiting for you to answer her message. 

You smiled and nodded, grabbing Dina’s hand to pull her onto the dance floor. Ellie hadn’t passed your mind once. 

In all your years of being the trip-sitter and designated driver, you’ve never lost your friends in a crowd. You always prided yourself on being the most reliable person to party with! 

So how did you end up losing your two friends, taking six more shots, and grinding on a random girl who was showing your neck a little too much love? You had no idea how long it’s been since Niah took Dina to the bathroom, the girl was hot, and you’re a slut! You gladly accepted the attention! 

You were sipping from the bottle like you paid for it while grinding on whoever the fuck was grabbing your hips. Were you a bad person if you imagined Ellie was the one doing it? You hoped not. 

Your head fell back on the girl’s shoulders, the fuzzies from her sweater tickling your neck as you moved against her, pushing your hips back on her front. You peered down at her… veiny hands, holy fuck, watching her watch glisten under the faint lights in the room. 

Your arm came around her neck to pull her closer, her lips moving against your ear. 

“Wanna go smoke?” she mumbled in against your skin over the 8O8s, and you nodded as fast as your neck would allow. 

You pulled away from her and brushed past dozens of heads until you reached the back patio. You pried the door open in your haze and stepped outside, almost slipping on a rock like an idiot. 

Your heart, nor your pussy was prepared to see Ellie and her friends seated on lounge chairs passing blunts around. Your drunk brain was sloppily telling you that something bad was going to happen! The loose strands of her hair were pulled back with little snowman clips, and she drew her own reindeer with a marijuana leaf behind it on a plain t-shirt. 

You pulled your phone out to make it seem like you didn’t notice her, your screen filled with texts from Niah and Ellie. 

Fuck, fuck! 

You felt an arm wrap around your waist to guide you to a seat. Right across from Ellie. You’re fucked, you’re fucked!

You were pulled into the girl’s lap… You swore she told you her name, but you don’t remember! Ellie’s staring right at you! Why were her friends so fucking hot? The girl was massaging your hip and making sure your dress was pulled down enough, oh fuck—

Your eyes moved before your brain could stop them, meeting Ellie’s searing gaze as she gauged you, taking in your exposed thighs like she wanted to rip you to shreds. Hotly. She held your stare while she brought the roach between her lips and pulled from it, inhaling the sphere-shaped carbon before exhaling slowly. 

The hammering in your ears wouldn’t stop. You had no idea what Ellie’s friends were laughing at, but she wasn’t laughing with them. Her eyes flickered from yours to the person behind you that was rolling up; Her jaw was clenched tight, and her brows were slightly furrowed. 

… The fuck was happening right now. 

The hot girl under you passed you the packed blunt, “Spark this for me?” 

You jumped at the whisper. You nodded and took the lighter, flicking it and bringing the flame to the end of the blunt, rotating so it could catch evenly. 

“You can hit it first,” you stared into the girl’s… pretty eyes. Shit. 

You pulled from the blunt before passing it back to her, exhaling the carbon over your shoulder so it wouldn’t hit her face. 

Ellie hadn’t moved from her position on the chair, but she was stiff, and her face was tense. You have never seen her like this before! 

She leaned forward to stub the roach out on the table before standing. And walking towards you. And staring you down, fuck, you’re going to die! 

“Mind if I borrow her for a sec?” 

She held your gaze as she spoke, but it wasn’t directed at you. Smoke escaped from behind you. 

“… Why?” 

“Needa talk to her, Abby. About Dina,” she finally looked behind you and at the girl. Why’d you feel faint? Said girl—Abby squeezed your hip and your walls jerked. 

“… Okay,” she looked weirded out by Ellie’s tone, but her expression eased when she looked at you. “Come find me when you’re done?” 

You mumbled sure and Ellie scoffed, grabbing your wrist, and yanking you out of Abby’s lap. She led you through the jumping crowd and up the stairs, her hold on your arm getting stronger with each step. 

She led you down a hallway before reaching up on the door sill and retrieving a key, unlocking the door, and leading you in. 

She shut and locked the door behind you, tossing the key on the bed behind you. Ellie looked so deep in thought. 

It was silent. Ellie was biting her nails. 

…

…

…

“I like your shirt.” 

You wanted to slap yourself! No one fucking cares! Something’s obviously bothering her!

“… Is Dina okay?” Ellie only nodded, and you followed. 

“Um, great…” 

You looked around the room; It had a bunch of women from sports magazines plastered on the wall and the bed wasn’t made with clothes scattered all over the floor. It wasn’t a complete pigsty. That’s a plus, right? 

Ellie stealthy crept up behind you, her hands gently caressing your shoulders before sliding down your arms. She leaned forward so her head rested on your shoulder, her breath tickling your ear when she spoke. 

“You’re so fuckin’ hot.” 

You gasped harshly at her voice, and you felt her smile. Her slippery hands hooked under the hem of your dress and slowly slid it up, her nails grazing against your skin. You couldn’t stop shuddering. 

“Remember when I asked somebody to fuck you with me?” She kissed your shoulder gently and you melted. She never treated you so softly! You nodded. 

Your dress sat around your waist and your pussy dripped into your panties, your breath heavy when she whispered, “That was her. Think she’s gotta little crush on you.” 

“R-Really?” 

“Mhm. You like that?” She inched your panties down your thighs. 

“I-I dunno—“ She was massaging your tits that were spilling out of your dress and you couldn’t breathe. 

“You don’t know?” Her voice had a harsh bite to it, and all you could do was shake your head. You don’t know what to do, what to say—

“So, if I hit her up right now to tell her to come fuck you with me, you’d say no?” Her hand cupped your pussy, her palm digging into your clit. You hand came to rest atop hers to lessen the gap. Her slender fingers reached down and scooped some slick to bring back up to your clit. She rubbed you in slow circles and lapped at your neck, sucking more marks into your skin. You dug your nails into her wrist. 

“I-I— “

“You what? Wanna fuck my friends? Want them t’pass you around and give you back to me?” She spat, and you moaned at the imagery. Her friends were so fucking hot!

… Give you back to her? What does she mean?! You’re about to flatline if she keeps touching you like this! 

“Ellie, fuck— “

“Yeah? I treat this pussy good?” Her fingers sped up on your clit, forcing more juices out of your cunt. You squeezed around nothing, and your head fell back on her shoulder, whining at the ceiling as your orgasm grew in your tummy. 

“So good, Ellie, fuck yes!” 

“Uh huh, bend over, angel,” you listened and kicked your heels off before laying over the corner of the mussed bed, your hat flying off in the process. 

“Put that back on,” she muttered. 

“Hm?” you threw over your shoulder. She looked so sexy right now, what the fuck. 

“Your hat, s’cute. Put it back on.” 

You swore your heart grew wings. You sloppily threw it over your head and her fingers slid inside you. Your walls stretched to accompany her digits, and your head dropped onto the covers. The ring on her index finger was pressed against the entrance of your cunt the deeper she slid, and you squealed when her pace quickened. 

Your orgasm rose much quicker than you would’ve liked. You never wanted Ellie to stop touching you! You want her close, close, close—

“Missed this angel cunt, my fucking god.” 

“M’close, El, please, fuck! —“

“Yeah? Like when do what I fuckin’ want?” 

“Yes! Yesyesyesyes—“ Your walls were strangling her. 

“Who’s pussy is this,” she sounded so gross, like she already knew your answer. 

“E-Ellie’s pussy,” She hits it so good! 

“So cum for me, baby.” 

You did, you did, you did! 

You would’ve hit the floor if she wasn’t there. Her free arm wrapped around your waist to hold you up. You could hear her laughing as your legs shook and your cunt choked the fuck out of her, moans of her name muffled by the blanket that your face was shoved into. 

“Atta girl, feels nice?” She cooed at you as her pace slowed. You whined in agreement while your clit twitched in aftershock. 

She kissed the bottom of your spine before helping you into the mattress to recover. You heard her phone go off. 

“C’mon, put your shoes on. Dina’s ready to go.” 

… She expects you to walk?! 

Ellie slipped off somewhere after leaving you with Dina and Niah, saying that she had something to take care of before leaving. The party was still live!

And Jesse was fucking sloshed! He could barely stand up without his teammates supporting him. 

Your arms were thrown around Niah’s neck while you sweetheart danced to Future. She gets so smiley when she’s faded; It’s adorable! 

“Where’d your girl go?” she yelled over the music. 

You blushed and smiled, “I dunno! She said give her a minute!” 

Niah nodded and whispered in Dina’s ear, and Dina gave her a thumbs up. 

“Come pee with me right quick!” 

You agreed and followed her through the crowd again — the one downside to great parties: you can barely fucking move! You reached the dimly lit hallway and thanked god that the line wasn’t long. 

Until Niah grabbed your arm to stop you in your tracks. 

You flinched and furrowed your brows at her, “What’s the matter?” 

“Uh, nothing!” She looked around frantically, “Let’s just use the one upstairs!” 

“… Why?! The line isn’t even long,” You nudged her off you playfully and pointed at the three girls standing by the bathroom door. She stopped you again. 

“Bro I can wait til we get home. C’mon—“ She shook her head at you. 

But you brushed past her, “Stop being weird! It’ll take two seco— “

Your heart plummeted from your chest to the floor when you saw Ellie with her hand up shroom-bar-girl’s skin-tight dress, her tongue sliding over hers in a deep kiss. Shroom-bar-girl looked like she was about to explode, and Ellie smirked, her lips moving over hers like she was talking her through it. 

Tears jerked in your eyes at the sight, your fists clenching, painted nails digging into your palms. But you couldn’t look away. 

Niah grabbed your hand and yanked you away from the disastrous scene, trekking back through the crowd— can they fucking move! — and out onto the porch. You wiped your tears roughly when Dina approached with a concerned look, but Niah brushed her off, saying you’ll tell her in the morning. 

Niah hugged you while you cried silently, the both of you waiting in the freezing cold for the Uber. 

You and Ellie were never official, but you couldn’t ignore the fiery pain that sliced through you like a blade. 

After all this time, did people still find you this disposable?

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BACK ON MY ELLIE SHIT BIG PUR

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BnHA Chapter 410: Kacchan Fights a Baby

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was born and then he grew up and murdered the Demon Lord.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan fights a baby. Tomura and Deku finally remember that they were supposed to have been fighting too this entire time, and get on with that once again. Tomura is all, “[literally just reaches out and grabs Deku’s face because Deku’s main character powers suddenly abandoned him in a fit of confusion].” Deku is all, “[chops off Tomura’s fingers which is somehow not even in the top twenty of violent things that have happened in this series in just the last five chapters].” Tomura is all “joke’s on you I still got your quirk :D” and fuck me he actually stole Danger Sense, what the fuck.

logically I knew AFO still had to be alive somehow because he’s too big of a villain to go out that easily without a proper sendoff. but deep in my heart, I’m still secretly disappointed

it just isn’t fair, lol. this guy has died more times than Rasputin and he’s still out here scheming his schemey schemes. when oh when will it end

sir you did not just say you had yet ANOTHER unused trump card up your sleeve??

(ETA: the translation isn’t fully clear here, but I think the trump card he’s referring to is the whole “I’ll just go back inside him and join the part of me that was already in there and we’ll take over Tomura’s body again together” plan that he was trying to pull off. I think. if not though, that’s certainly something worth speculating about.)

well as always the psychology in this series is unironically fascinating! he just wants acknowledgement at the end of the day, huh. just wants some love and attention. too bad he was born in a rat-infested hellscape and learned all the wrong lessons and turned into a crazed omnipotent murderlad

also he really did turn back into a baby sdfsdlkjfl oh no. I need to see Katsuki’s reaction to this immediately

oh my lord

(●__●)

lmao this is so incredibly fucked up

ngl though, this is karma at its finest. he tortured and killed so many people trying to earn everyone’s fear and awe and reverence, only to literally blip out of existence at the end with absolutely nothing to show for it

everyone please enjoy this series of panels of a deeply vexed Bakugou Katsuki picking a fight with this slowly melting evil baby

“you think I care that you’re a baby now. you think I won’t fight a fuckin’ baby. let’s do this you little punk”

also I’m sorry but it’s absolutely ridiculous that the gigantic chest wound Tomura inflicted on him got sewed up so neatly lol. AFO’s not the only one who stubbornly refuses to die no matter what

...

just once, it would be nice if Horikoshi didn’t immediately shred my plot nitpicks to pieces mere seconds after I write them

LMAO

BABY AFO DON’T CARE. BABY AFO WILL THROW HANDS WITH ANYONE ＼(｀0´)／

KACCHAN MY BELOVED FAVE OF ALL TIME, ARE YOU REALLY ABOUT TO LOSE TO A LITERAL FUCKING INFANT

WHAT HAPPENED TO “PERFECT VICTORY” LMAO. MOVING THE GOALPOSTS EVEN AS HIS CONSCIOUSNESS FADES. “EH, CLOSE ENOUGH”

-- OH FOR THE LOVE OF --

me: wow it sure is uncharacteristic of Katsuki to just pass out before he properly wraps up this battle

Horikoshi: oh yeah good point, sure would be a shame if someone... IMMEDIATELY ADDRESSED THAT CONCERN ON THE VERY NEXT PAGE

me: ఠ_ఠ

ldskjflaksdjfkds

fdsfsdkf. “SORRY ABOUT THAT, FOR A MOMENT THERE I ALMOST FORGOT TO BEND THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE TO MY WILL”

holy fucking shit. his body was all “um, just a quick reminder that you’re HORRIBLY WOUNDED and have lost like ten gallons of blood and all of your cells are about to call an emergency meeting to shut this thing down before you get us all killed.” and he was all “WHAT WAS THAT?!” and his body was all “oh my GOD, FUCK, OKAY just forget we said anything”

and meanwhile Baby AFO is just lying there all “(◉⌓◉)”

this six-month-old child is truly and sincerely still trying to kill Kacchan while screeching death threats in high-pitched baby talk

this actually would have killed him too, if he’d succeeded in passing out. all that just to be punk’d by a damn baby

you are actually shitting me right now

at this point I’m genuinely not sure which of them has the more powerful angry toddler energy

oh no ffuffkdsfk

meeeeelting. meeeeeeltiiiiiing!!! oh what a world what a world

jesus Horikoshi I am genuinely speechless

... welp

WAIT NO WAY, REALLY?!?!

?!?!?! WAS IT ACTUALLY THAT SIMPLE THIS WHOLE TIME

-- lkjf

three times. three times in the same fucking chapter. I give up. apparently I’ll literally believe anything this man says. does it feel good, Horikoshi. preying on your readers’ hopeful naivete

yeefuckinghaw lmao

GOOD JOB KACCHAN YOU DEFEATED THE EVIL BABY

awwwww

I actually had a theory about this! well more of a wishlist item, really. I can’t remember if I’ve actually posted about it yet or not. but it’s like. you know how Deku and Kacchan are always being really dramatic about holding hands? wanting to hold hands; not wanting to hold hands; being afraid to hold hands; holding hands via proxy, etc. etc.?

and you know how both Endeavor and All Might have each done their own version of the victory pose that Kacchan is referring to here? with each one using a different hand?

so you see, I was thinking that it might be nice. might be a little poetic and all that. if at the end of the fight, Deku and Kacchan did, in fact, hold hands. and then did the victory pose together. and it became like their iconic hero moment. them standing there together. having accomplished their goal and defeated TomurAFO through teamwork. realizing their shared childhood dream. and sharing that moment of triumph with each other and with the world, ushering in a new era of heroes

anyway yeah. I was thinking that might be a pretty good ending. but it looks like Kacchan maybe really is about to pass out here now, lol, so maybe not? anyways time to finally scroll down

-- okay I literally said awww again out loud

what a fucking nerd. I have never felt more fondness for a character in my life

every damn person watching this on the news better have leaped to their feet and started applauding, goddammit. those motherfuckers better be CHANTING HIS FUCKING NAME. all those nagging reporters better be bombarding his phone with calls. those fuckers who deleted his footage from the Shouto interview better be shamelessly leaving him dozens of voicemails acting like none of that ever happened and presumptuously asking when he can free some time in his schedule to visit their studio again. all the heroes who haven’t hugged him yet better be lining the fuck up. that one guy from the post-kidnapping press conference in chapter 86 better be writing a fifty page letter of apology!!

oh hey it’s a random pre-battle flashback mysteriously taking place in Troy “a few days before the battle” even though I thought they only moved into that place the night before the fight

I love how Katsuki immediately narrows his eyes (I assume. we can’t see for sure but that’s the vibe I get) at Jeanist and has to resist the urge to call the police on him for that pun

so Hadou’s wondering what Jeanist is talking about because they already evacuated the civilians, so what else are they trying to protect. and Edgeshot is all, “well obviously we’ve gotta protect everyone’s future,” which is a nice... rearshadowing?? for him saving Katsuki’s life later on lol

and now Mirko is all “get to the fucking point already.” which, same

so Jeanist says that Tomura is an even bigger problem than AFO, because at least AFO doesn’t want to murder everyone on the entire planet. and he concludes with “he’ll probably try to touch the ground and use his quirk.” which is a conclusion that I have to say wasn’t really worth two pages of flashback buildup for, considering that we all figured that out years ago

I’m guessing this is all just some sort of awkward transition back to Deku’s fight now lol

and now we’re getting two pages of exposition on how long it would theoretically take Tomura’s Decay to spread throughout the city, and then the entire country, yikes

damn. talk about stakes

and now finally back to Deku!!

shoutout to everyone who correctly predicted that Deku was once again talking out of his ass when it came to being out of Gearshifts. we all knew. unlimited supply

wow Tomura way to throw AFO under the bus

the way I recall it, AFO wasn’t the one who failed to kill him back then lol. but go ahead and talk your shit king

DEKU WHAT ARE YOU DOING

holy shit?!?!

like my first thought was “well last time he did this he just tried to steal OFA rather than Decay him, so he’ll probably try that again and it’ll be fine.” only to remember that the AFO inside Tomura is currently permanently(?) out to lunch, and Tomura himself doesn’t give two figs about stealing OFA. so, uhhhh >_>

(ETA: nevermind.)

but then this happened

Deku what the actual fuck

OH MY GOD??!?!

HOLY SHIT

okay. okay, fuck. lemme gather up my thoughts, and then we’ll wrap this up

they’ll never admit it, but you know the other OFA Vestiges secretly resented Shino a tiny bit for being the only one of them to not be gruesomely murdered. bet they all feel guilty for thinking that now

Shino and Banjou also seemed to have this cute little pseudo-rivalry thing going on, so I really feel bad for Banjou now. :/ he looks so horrified in that bottom right panel

gotta admit, I did not see this coming in the slightest. OFA has been this immutable “I do what I want!” quirk for so long that I never thought Tomura or AFO would actually succeed in stealing it, even partially. that shook me to my core

BUT, it’s also really exciting to me because it’s going to make this battle much more interesting if Deku can’t use his get out of jail free card. shit just got way more real and I’m here for it

lastly, so! let me tell you guys my prediction. I still can’t see Tomura being the final villain lol. I just can’t. it feels too anticlimactic. if I’m wrong, I’m wrong, and I’ve certainly botched MANY predictions in the past, but I have not yet learned my lesson from any of it and I will not apologize lol

so here’s what I think. Deku and Tomura battle it out for the next chapter or two, and Tomura snatches up more of Deku’s quirks one by one. we see all of the Vestiges disappearing and the mood gets more and more desperate. eventually we’re down to just Kudou and Yoichi. Deku is panicking, but for some reason Kudou seems even MORE panicked

Kudou/Gearshift eventually gets stolen too, and it looks like this might finally be it for Deku (I have no idea how he’d stop Tomura from Decaying the ground once Blackwhip gets stolen, btw, but maybe Katsuki or someone else interferes in desperation towards the end). but just when it looks like Tomura is finally going to take the last piece of OFA, Deku’s vibes suddenly do a 180, stopping Tomura in his tracks

cut to the OFA Moon Gorgeous Meditation Realm, where Deku and Yoichi are staring at the door -- yes, that door -- in shock. because it’s finally been opened (now that the other Vestiges are no longer there to keep it at bay). and just like that, enter AFO, for the THIRD FUCKING TIME :D :D

tl;dr, HERE’S HOW HORCRUX!DEKU CAN STILL HAPPEN!!! wait where are you all going. wait come back

anyway so wow that was a really bizarre chapter that I truly thoroughly enjoyed, which should probably be a bit concerning. on to the next two week break! (for anyone who’s not aware, Shounen Jump will be on break next week, so yeah.) I’m on chapter 391 now. so close but still so far. the end of the year has gone by too damn fast tbh

#bnha 410 #bakugou katsuki #all for one #midoriya izuku #shigaraki tomura #one for all #bnha meta #bnha theory #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[dollsbakery]

Advent Calendar Door One: ‘Mrs Claus’s Cookies’ - Bakugou x Reader

TW: Light Role-play (One Mention), Light Bondage, Jealousy, Fingering, Pet Names, Praise, Name Calling, Fluffy Smut.

Bakugou gets jealous when his friends ogle his girlfriend, and obsess over her baking.

You're in the Christmas spirit, armed with a piping bag filled with vibrant icing in every shade imaginable. As you delicately squeeze the icing onto your homemade Christmas cookies, your artistic side takes over. Intricate patterns of snowflakes, reindeer, and candy canes come to life on the surface of each cookie. The room is filled with the irresistible scent of warm vanilla and freshly baked treats. With every stroke of your brush-like tool, you add a touch of magic and whimsy to each cookie. It's a delightful and enchanting experience that brings joy to your heart and taste buds. You can't help but feel proud of your edible masterpieces. Humming along to the cheerful Christmas music, you sway your hips side to side, feeling ever so confident in your perfectly fitting Mrs Claus dress. The vibrant color adds a festive touch, while the intricate details and sparkling embellishments make you feel like the star of the holiday season. As you twirl around, the soft fabric gracefully moves with you, creating a sense of elegance and excitement.

As you're busy making Christmas cookies in the kitchen, Bakugou stands by, captivated by the sight. His eyes follow your every move as you expertly decorate every individual festive cookie. The sweet aroma of vanilla and cinnamon fills the air, and he can't resist sneaking a taste of the left over cookie dough when you're not looking. You catch him in the act and playfully scold him, but he just smiles mischievously. He watches with anticipation as you carefully decorate each cookie, adding colorful icing and sprinkles. The joy on your face is contagious, and he can't help but feel lucky to have you. Bakugou’s typically scowling face relaxes for a moment.

‘How did I get so lucky?’ He ponders, blushing as he watches you finally place the final cookie down.

“Can I have one?”

You giggle, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Not yet Suki! You’ve gotta wait like all the others do! Besides, you need to go get dressed into your matching costume!”

God, your smile is contagious.

Bakugou pouts, shivering at the thought of his matching Santa costume. Although the sentiment is cute, he knows his friends will never let him live this down.

As you're busy checking over each Christmas cookie to make sure they are all perfect in the kitchen, Bakugou's friends walk in, their jaws dropping at the sight of you. They can't help but oggle at your stunning beauty, their eyes lingering on every curve and feature. Their playful banter and compliments begin to make Bakugou's blood boil with jealousy. He clenches his fists, his competitive nature kicking in as he silently challenges them for your attention. The room feels charged with tension as his gaze never leaves you, a mix of possessiveness and vulnerability evident in his eyes. Surprisingly, you don’t even acknowledge Denki and Sero’s appearance. Well, Mineta too but he isn’t really anyone’s friend now, is he?

Bakugou shoves his hands in his pockets and walks over to his friends, mumbling and grumbling as he does.

“What do you extra’s want?”

“Hey now! We just wanted to see how Y/N’s cookies were coming along! Everyone knows her baking skills are to die for.” Denki drools at the thought of Y/N’s festive cookies, subtly glancing at the baker as he does.

“She looks good. Red’s a good colour on her.” Sero innocently comments, snickering as Denki looks the unsuspecting girl up and down.

Denki's gaze lingers a little too long on your gorgeous self, Bakugou's jealousy ignites like a firecracker. He explodes, yelling at Denki for daring to ogle his girlfriend.

“STOP FUCKIN’ PERVIN’ OVER MY GIRLFRIEND YOU FAT VIRGIN! I’LL KILL YOU.”

The room fills with tension as Bakugou's anger reverberates through the air. His protective instincts kick in, and he's ready to defend his territory. But amidst the chaos, you stand there, a calming presence, reminding him that you're his and his alone. Bakugou growls and stomps over to you, grabbing you by the waist gently and guiding you away from the staring men and towards Bakugou’s dorm.

…

“Her ass is so plump…” Mineta drools. Even Denki cringes at his comment.

“Your fuckin’ weird dude.. but, not wrong.” Denki shrugs, as Sero cackles at his sudden switch.

…

Bakugou, fueled by his jealous outburst, takes you by the waist and leads you to his room. The air crackles with tension as he paces back and forth, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. But you, being the calming force in his life, step closer and gently place your hand on his arm. Your touch has an instant effect, as his fiery gaze softens, meeting your eyes.

“Pay them no attention Suki. You’re the only man I want, hm. You know that! Besides, I’ll always be your personal baker!” You giggle.

With each word, you reassure him of your love and loyalty, reminding him that he's the only one who holds your heart. Gradually, his tense shoulders relax, and a sense of peace washes over him. In that moment, you both find solace in each other's presence. Each day that passes makes Bakugou truly appreciate you more and more. You understand his fiery temper. Instead of getting mad at him, you have this incredible ability to calm him down. Your understanding and patience mean the world to him. You're like a soothing balm to his explosive nature, and he's grateful to have you by his side.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t stand when other guys look at you in a way only I should.”

Your gaze softens, as you raise a hand to rub his cheek.

“Don’t apologise Suki, we all get jealous. I get jealous sometimes too! The main thing is we both trust each other and know nobody and nothing will ever come between us.”

Bakugou smiles. Softly, he looks down into your eyes and pulls you closer to him by your waist. He looks at you with that one look you’re oh so familiar with. Gently, you nod your head, a silent signal you want him too.

“Hold on, i’ve got something I wanna try.”

Bakugou lets go of you for a moment and turns to his dresser, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a lengthy rope. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he takes your hands and gently clasps them behind your back. His usually intense gaze softens as he looks into your eyes, his touch conveying a mix of protectiveness and vulnerability. In that moment, you can feel the depth of his emotions, his trust in you, and his desire to keep you close. It's a silent gesture that speaks volumes, reminding you of the deep connection you share. Expertly, he begins wrapping the rope around your wrists, binding them together tightly. He pulls the rope up and over your shoulders, then wrapping them under and over your chest. Finishing his work off with a tight knot, which leaves the rope ending wrapped around your waist, he takes a step back to admire his work.

“Fuck..” He mutters.

“You look so perfect like that”

Blushing intensely, you avoid making eye contact with your typically explosive boyfriend. With a gentle but firm hold, he grabs your face by your chin and forces you to look up at him.

“Be a good girl for me, hm? You gonna obey my every word like a good little slut?” He taunts.

“Yes Sir.” You confidently reply without hesitation.

Bakugou grins and he sits himself on the edge of his bed, pulling you down with him and placing you firmly on his lap. He taps your inner thigh, signalling for you to spread your legs. And you do. Obediently, you rest your head back against his shoulder and place either leg over either of his knees, leaving your core exposed.

You can feel the heat of his body against your back, and the rapid beating of his heart matches yours. His touch sends shivers down your spine as he begins to caress your exposed skin with feather-light fingertips.

With a soft and seductive voice, he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending tingles through your body. His words are a symphony of desire, painting vivid images in your mind and awakening a fire within you. As he speaks, his hands explore every inch of your body, leaving trails of pleasure in their wake.

His touch grows bolder, his fingers tracing the contours of your curves, teasing you. With each caress, he draws you deeper into a state of blissful surrender. The ropes that bind you become a symbol of trust, allowing you to let go completely and immerse yourself in the pleasure he bestows upon you.

Bakugou's lips find their way to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses and gentle nips along your sensitive skin. His mouth explores every inch of you, marking you as his own. The sensations overwhelm you, and you gasp for air, losing yourself in the intoxicating dance of pleasure and pain.

His hands continue their journey, skillfully slipping down into your skirt, as he begins to rub your clit with soft, quick motions.

As the intensity builds, your bodies move in perfect synchronization, as you begin softly moaning his name. The room is filled with the symphony of your moans and the sound of skin against skin. Bakugou's passionate whispers of adoration and encouragement fuel the flames of your passion, pushing you closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

Bakugou begins to move faster, bringing you to the edge as he quickly moves his fingers away, earning a disappointing whine from you.

“Awh what’s wrong? Was Mrs Claus about to cum? Hm? Let me make it up to you Princess” Bakugou growls and he pulls your panties to the side and stuffs two thick fingers inside of you. Throwing your head back, you moan his name out loud.

With every moan, he pumps harder and faster, his movements never stopping.

“Atta’ girl, cum for me. Cum for me baby, cmon I know you can do it.”

“F-FUCK! KATSUKI!” You cry out, legs shaking as you finally cum all over his fingers.

Finally, the world around you fades away as waves of pleasure crash over you, consuming every inch of your being. Your bodies tremble in unison as you reach the pinnacle of bliss, and in that moment, you are eternally connected, bound not only by ropes but by a love that knows no limits.

As you come down from the heights of pleasure, Bakugou holds you close, his heartbeat a soothing lullaby against your ear. In his arms, you find solace and contentment, knowing that this intimate journey you shared has only deepened the bond between you. And as you drift into a peaceful slumber, you can't help but smile, grateful for the passionate love that has set your soul ablaze.

…

As the ropes loosen, Bakugou's eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of tenderness and concern. His voice, laced with a soothing tone, reaches your ears.

"Hey, are you okay? I'm gonna untie you now, but take your time. I'm right here."

With gentle precision, he untangles the knots, his fingertips grazing your skin with utmost care. As each restraint falls away, a sense of relief washes over you. Bakugou's voice remains a constant presence, offering words of reassurance.

"You did amazing, Y/N. I'm proud of you." You softly smile and hum.

Once you're free, he guides you to a cozy space he's prepared in advance. Soft pillows and blankets await, inviting you to sink into their comforting embrace. Bakugou's hands, warm and comforting, guide you to sit or lie down, ensuring your utmost comfort.

With a gentle forehead kiss, Bakugou leaves you alone in his bed for a moment before returning a few minutes later, now paired with a tray with a glass of water and a plate of your favorite snacks, a thoughtful gesture to nourish your body after the intense experience.

"I thought you might need these," he says with a soft smile, his eyes filled with genuine care.

Bakugou's touch lingers, his hands tracing soothing circles on your back, easing any lingering tension.

"I love you, Y/N."

“I love you too Suki.”

As time passes, he continues to provide the aftercare you need, whether it's a gentle massage, stroking your hair, or simply holding you close. His words of affirmation and encouragement create a safe space where you can fully relax and let go, knowing that he cherishes and understands your needs.

In this moment, surrounded by warmth and care, you realize just how fortunate you are to have someone like Bakugou by your side. His unwavering support and tender aftercare make you fall in love with him all over again.

After some rest, Bakugou picks up his Santa costume and sits on the edge of his bed, beside you.

“I suppose I should go change for the Christmas Party now, huh?” He scoffs playfully. You reply with a smile, and a simple nod.

“Go get ready Suki, I’m sure everyone’s waiting for us and my cookies!” You giggle.

#mha smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #smut

[mutfruit-salad]

i find the way fans are already shipping cooper with lucy over her black love interest very telling of the clueless white supremacy and media illiteracy in the fandom. coop and lucy are obviously being setup as a father-daughter duo who need to learn caution/kindness from each other to survive, but these weirdos can’t have their white-man fave without a self-insert stand-in for 1 season. and the way people are glorifying cooper’s character is a load of bs - a morally greg white guy who realises he endorsed and was sympathetic to a massive war crime/political injustice… so he goes on to indiscriminately kill/hurt more people who have no idea of, nor say in the bigger picture that he was complicit in… is sooo boring and nothing new. also, giving him a biracial daughter as an accessory to show he’s Not Racist isn’t something we’ve seen half of a million fuckin times before 🤪 the way the show back-tracked on fallout’s message of blind american nationalism and militarism being a problem to It’s All Capitalism’s Fault, seemingly in reaction to the US currently endorsing and aiding in foreign war crimes, and past ones becoming common-knowledge, is horseshit on a platter.

I find the complete lack of a character for his daughter really horrifying- how she only exists to die dramatically for the sake of his sadness. It's odd because his wife is a well-established important character, yet their daughter is not allowed to be a person.

Fallout, in general, has had a habit of completely ignoring racism- presenting the prewar world as some fully integrated post racism utopia. Which is weird when the games regularly display overt anti Chinese (and broader anti Asian) sentiments in prewar logs and ads. This is a problem both the classic games AND the bethesda games have- racism has always been a touchy subject to the devs of the series and it seems like every game they've been content to ignore it, occasionally invoking it for horror or stumbling headlong into depicting it without realizing.

The way Ghoulgins regrets his past and just takes it out on everyone around him is absurd and plays into a lot of very hostile ideas the character peddles.

People shipping Ghoulgins with Lucy is baffling to me also considering he spends the entire series physically abusing her. People just don't want to acknowledge Max's existence, I have noticed. I know her and Ghoulgins get closer by the end, but it's after he's done just unspeakably cruel things to her- and you're right that it is absolutely framed as a father/daughter relationship.

I would also like to point out that the series has always criticized capitalism as well- but would generally frame it as sort of tangled up in American imperial ambition- with one feeding into the other. They were two halves of the same coin.

Vault Tec's entire existence in the classic games was selling smoke- profiting off of the extreme tension and stress of US military buildup- a process which would always inevitably end in disaster: either with Vault Tec going under or brinksmanship coming to its inevitable end.

Vault Tec (and the entire idea of luxury bunkers as a whole) WAS a critique of capitalism, and how it goes hand-in-hand with the American military industrial complex. It was selling the fear of annihilation to the populace. They didn't need to be some secretive controlling force to achieve any of this.

Making Vault Tec the sole antagonist, and the driving force of the apocalypse, is both deeply conspiratorial AND undermines the Cold War roots the series has always had- replacing the fear of American military buildup with a sort of hateful simplicity.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fallout show

[strawnarrries]

here's a blurb about 2014 y/n and harry getting freaky in the shower and then niall walks in and realizes you're in there together

warning: hand stuff

"You're so pretty," he hummed to you, hand cupping your cheek.

"I love you," you smiled up at him.

He smiled back and leaned down, mumbling against your lips, "I love you too."

His lips molded against yours, tongue slipping out and tasting you. The hot water ran across your and Harry's skin, melting away the chaos that came with joining Harry and the boys on tour. It was fun, but it was stressful. This was one of the rare moments you had Harry all to yourself and you were cherishing it.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your pink, painted fingernails running through his wet locks and massaging his scalp. Your lips continued to move against his as he deepened your kisses, His hands began to roam your naked body, feeling every inch of your soft skin.

His hands soon moved south and cupped your bum, squeezing it tightly. You felt your abdomen tighten with excitement before you whispered desperately to your boyfriend, "Touch me."

"Gladly," he smirked against your lips, his right hand moving towards your front and landing exactly where you want him to be.

His fingers moved back and forth across your clit, exactly the way that he's learned you like. You hummed against his lips in acknowledgment that you enjoyed it, now gripping onto his locks as the knot in your stomach began to tighten.

His free hand grabbed onto your thigh, lifting it onto his waist for better access to you. You held onto each other tightly, keeping you in position as his fingers began to move lower. He easily slipped two fingers in and you couldn't help the moan that left your lips. He began thrusting his fingers in and out of you, curling them up with each entrance.

His fingers were magical. He knew all the right spots to push you over the edge and you knew it wouldn't be long before you were trying to resist the urge to scream his name while he made you release.

All of the sudden, you heard the door open and Niall's thick accent fill the bathroom, "Harry?"

Both of your bodies stilled, eyes widening and heartbeats racing as Harry quickly replied, "what?"

"Paul needs us downstairs for a meeting."

"'bout what?" he replied, gently and quietly slipping his fingers out of you and urging you on both feet again.

"No fuckin' clue."

"Okay, I'll be there in 10," he answered.

"And where's Y/N? I didn't see 'er in the room." Niall asked curiously.

"Erm, sh-she's," he made a panicked face at you as you tried to urge him to come up with a quick excuse but he failed, stifling a giggle, "erm, she's in..."

"Jesus," Niall fake gagged as soon as he spotted your clothes on the bathroom floor, "she's in there with you, oh my god."

The door immediately slammed shut and Harry erupted into laughter and you wanted to actually die of embarrassment.

"Harry, what the hell is wrong with you!" you scolded, "why didn't you just say I went to get food or something?"

"I dunno, I blanked," he replied, giggles still erupting from his lips.

"Oh my gosh, that's so embarrassing. I can't ever leave this room ever again. Poor Niall's probably scarred for life."

"Oh he's fine, he didn't see anything," he grinned, before pulling you into him again and caressing you, "come kiss me"

"No, I'm getting out," you replied, pushing him off of you and beginning to step out of the shower.

"Baby, c'mon," he urged, continuing to giggle at the events that just happened prior.

"Nope. Mood ruined."

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[aliidarling]

excuse my bad grammar and typos, this is my first time posting official smut! i’ve had accounts there and there but this time i’m fr

i didn’t proofread either cuz i’m lazy so bare w me

sorry if danny is ooc he’s weird to write

he hit me and it felt like a kiss ♡

DANNY JOHNSON x fem!reader

nsfw content — please scroll if uncomfortable

summary: danny chases u down towards the end of the trial and corners you in lampkin house, decides to have a little fun w u :3

tags: nsfw obvi, p in v, forced entry kinda, blood as lube is suggested, rough fingering at end, degrading, humiliation, mean danny, dubcon, referenced somnophillia but doesn’t happen, danny’s thoughts are triggering, danny himself is a warning

dark content below!!

Your breath was heavy as your feet ran as quickly as possible, the thoughts of all other things leaving your mind very quickly. All you could think was the fact a pyschopath was currently right behind you, knife in air, and coming right at your sorry ass.

“Shit, shit,” You sigh shakily under your breath. Your heart was pounding so fast it felt like it could just jump out of your chest. If it did you hoped it’d punch Ghostie in his stupid face, maybe give him a few bruises to remember you by.

“Stop fuckin’ running! You’re only delayin’ the inevitable, sweetheart!” He yells from behind you, his voice deep. You never took time to admire his voice but for some odd reason, while you were probably five seconds away from death, you couldn’t help but acknowledge how smooth it was.

After his harsh words left his mouth, he was immediately slammed with a pallet, chasing him to let out a loud groan and stumble back.

“Fuckin’ bitch— you’re gonna get gutted for that.” He growls, lifting his palm to rub the soreness on his face before he remembered about the stupid mask he wore. He rolled his eyes at this and quickly got back onto his feet.

After another few minutes, he managed to corner you into the little house on Lampkin Lane, the red and blue lights illuminating onto his shrieking expression.

You felt your heart drop slowly as you realized you had nowhere to go. How could you be so stupid, running into the only room in the god damn house without a window to vault into.

“Can’t we talk about this?” You smile sheepishly, backing up into you pressed against the wall, his tall and looming figure intimidating you shitless.

You could feel the sassy roll of his eyes before he roughly grabs you by your shoulders, throwing you down onto the old worn down mattress. A yelp leaves your throat, your body squirming on the mattress, having landed on your belly.

You open your mouth to protest, “Hey!—“ Only to feel the air knocked out of you as he plops down on your lower back, straddling you. His hips were pressing down into your butt, his knees at each side of your waist.

An attempt to lift your head up was quickly denied as you felt his hand grab the back of your head, his fingers tangling within your hair, and shoving it back down into the scratched cushion.

“No squirmin, or else you’ll get a knife shoved in that pretty lil’ head of yours, got it?” His voice was low as he hissed the words out, his legs tightening their hold on you.

You whimper at the pressure on your lower body. You decide to ignore his words— you were gonna die anyways, so why not go out screaming and kicking?

“Fuck you.” You say with a tone full of hatred, fists clenching in anger as you attempt to knock him off you by shoving your butt into him roughly.

This only causes him to get worse, a sharp inhale coming from him as he feels your butt connect with his groin.

He groans back and presses you further down, his hand starting to raise his knife up.

“I’ve had enough of your stupid whining and fighting, stupid little bitch, how about you shut up and take this god damn knife in your throat?” He snaps, his other hand roughly grabbing you by the back of your neck and squeezing it as he presses it down.

Right as he’s about to slam his blade into the back of your skull, already daydreaming about how good his clothes would look covered in your blood and tears, he feels your tiny body under him shift once again and press tight against his cock.

His breath hitches intensely, and it only gets worse from there as he hears a soft noise leave your lips. He reluctantly lowers his knife, just a little, and pulls his head down to see yours.

You had your face resting face down, your cheek pressed against the mattress with your eyes squeezed shut. You had already prepared yourself for the feeling of his knife deep in your skull. It’s not like worse hasn’t happened, Wesker and some of the other weird ass killers had too much fun with their mori’s.

The squeeze of his fingers around your delicate neck caused you to let out a forced moan, his brows furrowing. You could practically feel the air tense as his heavy breathing from behind you sent shivers down your body and right into your core, feeling so embarrassed to have this murderers body so close to yours.

“Just kill me already, you stupid little— Just get this over with!” You whispered with a high pitched tone, squirming once again and bracing yourself for the slash.

He only rolled his eyes at you in response.

Your attention was drawn away from your fear of dying as you heard the loud sound of steel clattering against the floor.

You looked up in surprise, your lips parting and not having a chance to say anything before you felt his smash right against you, a loud gasp leaving you as he pressed you even further down.

After a second into the kiss, you wondered, how the hell he could kiss you with his mask on? You peeked an eye open and saw he had his mask pulled up halfway.

He had one hand grabbing you by the back of your neck, holding you down into the bed, his other squeezing your pink cheeks. The kiss only got more rough as you attempted to part.

All your attempts at parting miserable failed, considering you were quite literally pinned down with no where to go.

“H-Hey— hey, ghostf—“ You choked out between kisses, your hands which you were surprised weren’t pinned down yet, go to shakily reach towards him to push him away.

“Shut the hell up.” He grits his teeth, resisting the urge to beat the shit out of you and then fuck your unconscious body afterwards. Maybe you wouldn’t struggle so much then, ungrateful bitch.

A whine left you before you felt yourself get shoved down again, your head knocking against the mattress roughly. You squirm more, gasping and shaking your head in the kiss you tried your best not to give into.

“Get off me! Get off me— you god damn psycho!” You screeched.

His hand quickly shot up and slapped your face, causing you to curl away and hide your red face into the bed under him. Almost made him feel bad before he remembered the ruckus you caused him during today’s match. Can’t even remember how many god damn pallets you shoved into my face.

“You gonna cry?” He mocks, a grin tugging at his lips as he presses his hips down into your butt, one his knees shoving its way between your thighs and forcefully parting it.

“No I’m not..” You say quietly and so embarrassed.

“Yeah, I think you are.”

He then pulled away rather harshly from your face, one of his hands pressing into the space between your shoulder blades, not letting you look up or get up.

His other hand yanked his mask back down, but then got to quick work with grabbing the hem of your pants and shoving it down.

“What’s wrong? Embarrassed? Shouldn’t be, baby, you’re so pretty.” His voice was so mocking and condescending by itself that it was probably enough to make you cry.

“S-Shut up,” You whispered, limp under him, not even struggling anymore. You knew there was nowhere to go. And you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your tummy as he called you pretty.

“..You think I’m pretty?”

He snickers at your small voice, his hand leaving your back and joining his other in pulling your pants down. Once you’re naked from waist down, he gets to work and grab your hips, pulling them up into a position where they are hovering in the air with your knees supporting them.

“Mhm, baby. Prettiest victim I’ve ever had.” His large hand glides over your round butt, giving you firm taps and playful rubs.

You couldn’t help but let a small moan as his hand glided right over your pussy, pinching your clit rather harshly, making you yelp.

Stupid girl didn’t think I’d be nice with her, did she?

I’m going to ruin her.

I’ll start off with that tight pussy of hers.

“Ever had someone in here, hmm?” He hums, his thick finger teasing your small hole and threatening to slip in. Your breath hitches in fear.

His bloody, dirty gloves fingers inside you sounded so dirty, but a part of you craved for it. The way he stimulated your body fed to your cravings.

“I-I mean, yeah, a long time ago, but now I’ve been here for a bit and none of the survivors are really.. worth it.” You admitted hesitantly, feeling embarrassed to be telling Ghostface the last time you had sex was.

“Poor thing.” He mocked lowly, both his hands going to rest next to your folds. He spreads your pussy lips apart and snickers at the sight of your small inner walls and slickness.

“I’ll treat you so nice, baby, you won’t even have the heart to beg me to stop.”

His words sounded so genuine, but how could you believe him? He was the last person to trust, especially in a situation like this. You were surprised he hadn’t forced himself in your ass already, it felt like something his deranged ass would be into.

The sound of his robe wrinkling and moving around caught your attention. You peeked behind you to get a look before you felt his hand collide with your face again, sending you immediately back down into the mattress, hiding and squeezing your eyes shut as you decide to be good for once and just follow his orders.

You didn’t wanna walk out of here with a knife in your ass.

It wasn’t another minute until you felt something large and round press against your pussy opening. Your eyes widened as his hands forcefully spread your thighs, your back arching as his other hand pressing down into it.

“W-Wait— don’t go right into it!” You gasped, trying to pull away.

He completely ignores you and instead grabs your head with one hand, the other holding your hips firmly as he fully slams himself inside you, full on WWE style.

“Take it, sweetheart, it ain’t that hard, c’mon.” He sniggers, his tone heavy in mirth and amusement, his hold in you tightening.

He was so big, completely stretching out your gummy walls and pressing against your cervix with his painfully big cock.

It had to be a good 8 inches, maybe even hitting 9– nothing about him was average, so it didn’t surprise you his dick was painfully big.

“Ghost,” You cry out, your back arching further as his cock immediately pulls back, making you flinch at the friction.

You were wet, yeah, but not enough to withstand his cock. You would have needed a good stretching and a lot of fingering if you wanted to take him without any pain.

And the fucker just slammed himself inside you, no prep at all. Tears were teasing the corners of your eyes, nose scrunched up at the sting.

He rolls his eyes at your noises, “Stop fuckin’ whining, I’m not against killing ya still, y’know?” He huffs with a sassy tone. Both his hand settle around the curve of your hips and waist and start treating you like a complete fleshlight, slamming himself into you over and over again.

Your body shakes at the intensity of the pounding, your hands limp infront of you and weakly scratching at the mattress. Your skin felt so icky, your thighs covered in something but you didn’t know what.

“Good girl, good girl, takin’ my cock like you were fuckin’ born for it.” He giggled into your ear. He bends over slightly to press his back against your chest, pressing your body flat against the bed.

“Please slow down—“ You whine.

He slaps you in response and you weakly apologize.

A few more extra deep thrusts has him groaning from behind you, his eyes threatening to roll back as well at how tight you fit around him, snug like a song.

“Good for nothin’, cheap whore, what a pathetic piece of crap—“ He grumbles lowly, brows furrowing in concentration as his thrusts get more harsh, your body jolting from each slap of his hips.

Wrapping on arm around you and reaching for your tiny clit, he places rough circles onto it and hummed in approval at how your walls started sucking him in more.

“Gonna cum? Huh?”

“Mhm, mmm, please.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles darkly, brutally slamming his cock into you over and over again until he felt your pussy start milking the shit out of him. He let out an *almost* whine, burying himself as deep as he could inside as you as he twitched.

His hands grabbed onto your hips and pulled you flush against his, his dirty robe rubbing all over your body and staining your pretty skin with your friends blood.

“Good girl, yeah, just like that.” He whispered, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt his cock literally explode in you, sending all of his hot cum straight into your womb for you to go and cry about.

Right as he came, he felt your walls tighten further before relaxing and letting out your white cream as well, coating his cock.

With a soft huff, he slowly pulls out, listening to the squelching sounds in amusement. A smirk tugged at his lips as he watched a mixture of yours and his cum drop out of your sloppy hole, with a slight reddish tint on your thighs.

“Oops, made ya’ bleed.” He hums nonchalantly, his hand going and gliding some of the cum onto his fingers before shoving it back into you.

“Augh! Hey—“ You yelped, tensing at the feeling of his thick fingers back into your over-sensitive pussy, thighs spreading uncomfortably.

“Shut up. You ain’t gonna let one drop out, hear me? You’re gonna be a good girl and suck it up.”

“..Okay.”

After another moment of him shoving the cum deeper into you somehow, he parts and leans back, admiring the view of your ruined body with blood stains from his rough handling earlier and now.

“You’ve never looked prettier.” He snickers before he starts to get back up and pulling his robe on.

“..You’ve.. never looked creepier.” You joke dryly, glancing at his dirty robe. He rolls his eyes and kicks you with his foot as you were still on the floor.

“Ow!”

“Shut the hell up and get out of here, the hatch is waiting for your sorry ass.” He grunts, turning away and picking up the knife be dropped to fuck you.

“You’re so sweet.” You say bitterly under your breath, shakily getting up and rubbing the blood away. The sight of your inner walls blood made you cringe, staring down at your thighs. You sigh and quickly pull your pants back up. You felt disgusting.

“C’mon, I don’t got all day.” He narrows his eyes at you, appearing behind you to rudely shove you towards the exit of the room.

“Jeez! Okay, okay!” You whine, quickly walking out in search of the hatch he kindly offered to you. He watched as you left, his dark eyes from under the mask staring down your silhouette as it slowly disappeared into the distance.

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[ectonurites]

I love when comic characters have arcs about accepting that a loved one is never coming back in a universe where people regularly come back from the dead

sdgfhhkjgh comic book death is just so fascinating to me

because on the one hand yeah, it's SUPER FUNNY in the situations where the narrative doesn't at all engage with the idea of resurrection and just treats death the way it exists irl even though we as readers know damn well it doesn't...

but other approaches are what intrigue me so so SO much more

like, I think about Tim & Dick's fight around the Lazarus Pit during The Resurrection of Ra's Al Ghul a lot:

(Nightwing (1996) #139)

Knowing some people get to come back, being painfully aware of it (quite literally in the above example considering the like two times Tim had interacted with Jason at that point were Jason slitting his throat during Hush and then breaking into Titans Tower to beat the shit out of him in his own makeshift Robin costume), and then getting so frustrated about how unfair it can be that some come back and others don't...

The fact that when you're facing a loss, when you see someone you love die—there's this glimmer of hope that maybe they'll get to come back too, but there's no way you can really know...

Then even if they do come back, is it ever gonna be the same? (Again: Look at Jason! I am constantly annoyed by 'oughghgh Lazarus Pit Madness made him like this' fanon, but the trauma of being murdered and feeling unavenged did a fuckin' number on his psyche that's for sure!!)

And then there's this bit with Cassie & Kon I think about a lot too:

(Teen Titans Vol. 3 #88)

Like, even when a person is back in front of you—if you spent time mourning and grieving it doesn't just go away! You know that you can lose them, you did lose them, even though they're back now there's no guarantee they'll stay back.

JUST... AGH!! There is genuinely so much interesting stuff to dig into when you actually acknowledge and engage with how fucking weird of a situation it would be to live in a world like that!

[loganlostitall]

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND

Rating: 18+ for sure

Word count: 1.7k

Characters: Negan Smith, adult gender neutral reader

Setting: Riverbend, season 11 episode 13

Content warnings: light spoilers!!! Be mindful of your own knowledge of the show. Oral sex (M receiving) and also references to oral sex (gn receiving), cum swallowing, spit/drool, slight mention of typical TWD violence, very brief speculation of Negan being dead ig?

Summary: you were in a relationship with Negan before he disappeared without a trace after Maggie took out the Reapers and found Alden. Just when you’re wondering if hope of finding him again is lost… there he is. And he’s very excited to see you.

Author’s note: I literally have no idea where this came from lmfao. I haven’t written in months and suddenly after listening to TDOPOM this little idea popped into my head and I couldn’t banish it so I sat down and slammed this out. Considering that there’s things I’ve had started since September, that’s a huge feat for me lmao. Anyways !!!

No beta, I’m gonna die with my errors like a man 🫡

NSFW under the cut

How long had it been, exactly? Whatever the amount of time, the true answer to such a question was too fucking long. Initially, when you left the Commonwealth a few days prior to venture further than your previous run in search of “resources” (also known as: your missing boyfriend; that you fully suspected everyone was too smart to believe you were looking for anything different, but continued lying to them anyway to avoid any emotional conflict) you hadn’t exactly… expected to actually find him. A piece of you had started to wonder if the time would come where you sunk a blade between a pair of vacant, milky eyes you’d despised and then adored.  

And so, you certainly were taken by surprise when one hand snatched your arm and the other covered your mouth just as it had fallen open to loose a scream. Catching the barest glimpse of familiar ink etched across the skin of your assailant’s arm, tears stung your eyes when you realized with nausea sinking low in your gut that you weren’t ready to take him out. Brain not even acknowledging the relieving factor that the fingers touching you were warm. 

In your searching for him, he found you. How poetic. 

Those same hands hadn’t left your body since. Like right now, one at the base of your skull; fingernails repetitively scratching your scalp, ever so slightly. 

“God fucking damn, I’ve missed this. I mean, I missed you too, of fuckin’ course I did, but this? Fucking incredible.” The slew of complimentary expletives were muttered through grit teeth, and between unsteady huffs of breath. A pinched groan followed immediately after the thick words. He was going to attract walkers; as flattering as it was, that was the first thought to come to mind and on instinct you retaliated what he had subjected you to not much earlier by slowly grazing your palm up the planes of his stomach, over his chest, and to his mouth... which only served to inspire another moan. 

His head bobbed side to side with some dazed form of a nod and he flashed a tired—but still as gorgeous as usual—smile when he pulled your hand away. “Okay, okay, I’ll shut the hell up,” he sighed, much quieter though clearly without lack of restraint. Pride resounded through you with every flex of his jaw.

The phantom sensation of your back being pinned flat against the tree where Negan’s is now was still very prominent, though the only evidence to show for it was the glisten of his lips and the smudges over the fabric of his jeans that clothed his knees. A dull throb resonated between your thighs when you lowered your eyes to admire the very proof of his head being nestled there not very long ago, and the hum when you smirked around his cock gave him no choice but to bite down on his fist and keep quiet. 

With that, you returned to the task at hand or, rather, at hand and mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you sunk down until the head of his dick nudged against the back of your throat and did absolutely nothing to fight the gag that sounded as a result. A long time ago, in an entirely different life, things like that had bothered you. Everything about your performance needed to be perfect, until Negan. He liked when you struggled to accommodate him. Got off on it. 

The vein along the underside of his endowment jumped and you did not hesitate to flatten your tongue and press up against it, curl the tip, and drag from end to end of the hypersensitive stripe beneath Negan’s skin and revel in the shiver it drew from him. 

Scrunching his eyebrows together, he whispered, “Fuck,” and even such a short, succinct, single syllable word seemed to knock the breath out of him. His mouth thinned into a straight line, lips all but disappearing, and the back of his head made an unceremonious collision with the bark behind it. The grimace that found his face was short lived, because that was the moment you decided was perfect to bring a cupped palm and fingers to his scrotum. They drew up instantaneously upon being touched.

He was close already. Aw. He really did miss you. 

A heavy glob of saliva rolled out between his cock and your lips when they crowned over the glans, but you simply sucked in a gulping breath and followed it with your tongue rather than fearing the quality of your performance. Smearing your drool down the length of his shaft would surely ease the glide of your mouth for whatever little remainder of time there was here. You would tease him about this later, but given that Negan cumming fast was a rare occurrence, it would mainly be playful bragging. 

The practically hypnotic motion of his nails carding through the short hairs where your head met your neck ceased abruptly after deepthroating him once more, and you would have mourned the loss if not for the heavy lidded, glazed over, hazel brown eyes that truly appeared to be doing nothing less than memorizing the way every feature of your face looked when your lips were stretched around him. You pushed up on his balls and squeezed, just barely bordering outside of the threshold of pain for him, and the hissed ‘awfuck-’ was your only warning. 

Never would you have believed that you could miss the taste of a man’s cum, and yet here you were, realizing how fucking happy you were to be tasting him, swallowing everything down like some sort of elixir. Hardly an easy task around something in your mouth, and repeatedly ramming down your throat due to him holding you in place as his hips jerked, but you were more than enthusiastic despite it. All you could do was squeeze your thighs together, breathe through your nose, swallow, and allow yourself to be used for the first time in what had felt like the longest six months in your entire life. Suddenly you couldn’t remember a single sweet thing that had ever tasted better than Negan Smith.

Though logically you knew it wasn’t a very long affair, the limited intake of oxygen disoriented you enough that you couldn’t quite tell how much time passed before the grip on the back of your head relinquished and a now softening erection retracted from your mouth. You drank air into your lungs as if you’d been under water and dropped your hands, both of which had a tacky mixture of drool and precum connecting them to your lips and his skin, all while holding eye contact even though his own gaze was trained upon your swollen, sticky mouth. 

After a moment to collect himself and gather his bearings—both literally and figuratively because he tucked himself back inside of his boxers but didn’t pull up the zip, Negan offered out his hands for you to grab hold of and help you back onto your feet. There were matching patches of dirt on your knees. As you started to bend down to dust yours off, a finger hooked beneath your chin to raise your head once more. He wiped the light, streaky eyeliner you managed to score from Princess off of your cheeks; and afterwards brought the hem of his black t-shirt to your mouth that was no more than a mess of goop but that wicked tongue of his peeked out from between his teeth as he cleaned up the mess. 

“So goddamn hot, baby,” Negan rushed forward to steal a kiss, which you happily reciprocated and that same tongue followed shortly after. You could still taste yourself in his mouth. Certainly, his own flavor lingered behind as well. The groan that fled his mouth to dissolve into yours was answer enough. “Fuckin missed the taste of us. Swear my dick could get hard all over again just from this shit.” His hand dropped to your own jeans that you’d secured back over your hips after you came, just in case a situation arose and the both of you had to be able to run quickly. Bypassing the zipper, Negan slid his fingers past the waistband and dipped into your underwear to gather what remained of your excrement and his own saliva, raising it to his lips to lick his fingers clean. There had hardly been enough time to suppress a moan before his mouth found your neck and you rolled your head off to the side, giggling in the process, to allow further access. 

Unfortunately for the both of you, upon looking towards where you could only assume Negan had been taking shelter, your eyes fell to a sight that meant things would have to cease for now. 

“…Is that Gabriel?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, forgive me Father or however the fuck that goes.” 

His mouth had only ceased its assault on your throat long enough to mumble the words against your skin, sending a chill through you and raising goosebumps all over you that would have to go ignored. Much to your chagrin, Gabriel and Aaron were approaching the building that Negan’s new group resided within, and perhaps it was paranoia but a little skepticism went a long way since the dead started walking.

While half-assedly shoving his face away from yourself, you asked, “What are your new men like?”

“Not very nice,” he answered with a shrug; failing multiple attempts to dodge your hand until deciding he would settle for kissing your palm instead. Would have been endearing under any other circumstance. 

“Negan Smith!” 

“UuugghhhhUUUUUUHHH fine!” He blustered overdramatically, tossing his arms up over his head with a heaving sigh and roll of his eyes just before zipping his pants back up, and then yours after. You wiped your hands on his pants as he began walking. 

And, even despite the current circumstance, after all the time you’d spent missing him, you couldn't help but smirk at his grumblings about no amount of Hail Mary’s or Our Father’s being repentance enough for what he would do to them for giving him Blue Balls as he guided you around the building for safe entry. 

Like he hadn’t cum already. If you made it out of this, which you could never be sure of anymore, it seems like you were going to have a lot of sucking up to do. 

Literally. 

This one-shot was actually a massive challenge for me because I’ve always found it almost completely impossible to write something so short because I try to pour everything into my writing and drag it out.. which really makes me worry that this is horrible/boring 😭

Anyways, hope it’s not and people find it decent. I won’t be doing much x reader stuff because I have an OC and an entire story planned out for him when I find the time, but there will be a few ! :)

Idk who else to tag other than my loyal bffs @murdadixon @hopefulatrocity @lanadelnegan 🥰 besitos para mis bebés

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[adelaidedrubman]

wip. well it’s been a minute.

i was tagged on this fateful wednesday by @cassietrn and uuuhhhh since before last time by @gwynbleidd @the-silver-chronicles @nightbloodbix @shallow-gravy @derelictheretic @socially-awkward-skeleton @quickhacked thank you all! sending fresh tags out to y’all who tagged me a bit ago (+additional outgoing tags beneath cut + opt in post) 

well thirty minutes in looks like hook, line, and sinker is in the lead. so here’s a little excerpt from chapter 4 i think i’ve posted a tiny bit of before, but mostly new or reworked. warnings for johnjess typical wanting to kill each other with violence and weapons as well as they wander around on the compound island

“Would you really rather wander off into the wilderness to get mauled to death by wild animals than wait for me to lead?”  Perhaps he should let her, he considered as she continued without a word of acknowledgement and a dismissive wave to show the silence was intentional. Since she was so stubbornly set on it. Avoid the problem of how to smuggle her out at daybreak by allowing Jacob’s overeager wolves prowling the woods to make quick work of her. Let the entire thing be nothing more than an unhappy memory, without even having to worry about disposing of the body.  If it weren’t for her potential to lure Nick and Kim back into his life and through the Gates of Eden, he thought he would. 

But since she could still serve some use before dying painfully for her sins, he would continue to nip at her heels for a bit longer.  He hurried along behind her, jogging slightly to catch up. “All the local children will gather around the campfire to tell tales of the Little Red Riding Hood who skipped straight into Big Bad Wolf’s open maw rather than ask the Woodsman for directions.” This earned him a toss of her head to look at him over her shoulder. “You cannot seriously think of yourself as the Woodsman in that analogy,” she scoffed, shaking her head as she turned back to front. “I doubt you’re any better with an axe than you are a fishing pole.” He thought he would do quite well with an axe at the moment, actually.  “You rip my heart out, Jessie,” he whined with feigned hurt as he trailed behind her, staying close enough he could lean in to tower over her. “For my part, I think you’d look absolutely darling in a little red cape.” “I think you’d look real fuckin’ good with your throat slit!” she replied. “Think I’d really enjoy doing that,” she added, holding up a finger to signal pause, then wagging it at him. “Not across — nothing that damages your windpipe and lets you die fast. On the sides,” she explained, tracing her index in lines of three on either side of her neck, avoiding where arteries lay in her pantomime. “Shallow, upward angle. Give you gills like a fish, then hold you underwater and see how long you can breathe with ’em.” He turned his head to the side to look at her as they marched onward, giving her a series of blinks just a bit too slow to be read as a batting of his eyelashes.  “Oh, Jessie,” he sighed. He sped up to gain ground ahead of her, so that he could then come to a standstill in front of her as if stopped in his tracks as he brought a hand to rest above his left breast. “It’s dangerous to talk like that. I might fall in love for real.”  She swung her head to the side to glare at him. “Certainly wouldn’t wanna fuckin’ risk that,” she replied. “Better we don’t talk at all.”

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#arrested development narrator: jessie would continue talking to john for at least another hour #i really need to wrap up this chapter it’s so close to being done i just need to kick myself in the ass #wip

[yeehawkins]

Ricki Tikki MacTavish

Back home for once, Soap brings Ghost over to his flat. A small visitor awaits them

Coming home is an exceptionally rare luxury. And an even more rare occurrence is Simon Riley actually having any time away from the field. Johnny wanted to seize his chance to get to know the other more. Plus, he knows Ghost has nowhere to go, so it was only right to invite him over to his place. Really, it was more of a plead than an invitation, as old habits rarely die with that man. 

As they approach the apartment door, Soap pulls out a monstrosity of keys.

"How many fucking flats do you own?" Ghost states in astonishment.

"Just the one,'' Soap responds.

“Going to be here for ages trying to get into it.” Ghost states, rolling his eyes.

“Have a little faith.” Soap grins, almost magically flipping to the correct key with one cacophony of jingling, shaking it some more in triumph.

A little more jangling of keys, and Soap unlocks the apartment door, gesturing for Ghost to go ahead.

Ghost couldn't help but gawk upon entering. A few stains on the carpet notwithstanding, the place was downright pristine.

After tossing his bags by the door, Soap takes a look at his welcome guest.

"What? Never seen a clean flat before?" Soap teased.

"Well I certainly didn't expect one from you" Ghost retorted.

"Think I got the name by being filthy?"

"Oh I know where you got the name, slippery bastard" Ghost lets out a guffaw then picks up the shorter Scot, scooping him up in a hug. This knocks the air out of Soap a bit, and gets him blushing.

"Easy with the goods!" he laughs.

"That was easy"

Their banter is cut short, as there was someone else in the apartment. Ghost puts down his friend, and turns around. A small, fluffy tabby cat has made its presence known. The cat is quite loud, and continues to meow until Soap leans over to acknowledge her. He immediately melts at the sight of his beloved cat, scooping her up in his arms.

"Ricki! Oooh I've missed the hell out of you! My wee lady hold down the fort alright? Not give Ms. Darcy any trouble, did ya?"

Ghost watches as Soap devolves into a babbling Scottish mess at this cat. He lets out a chuckle, almost endeared at the display. "Didn't tell me you had a missus."

"Ah Ms. Darcy's just my landlord. Takes care of Ricki when I’m gone," says Soap.

"I mean the cat, MacTavish."

Snapping a bit out of his loving stupor, Soap tucks Ricki under his arm like a football. "This here's Ricki. My gran couldn't resist her face, but her allergies certainly could. So I took her in," He pauses to scritch the top of the cat's head with his other hand.

Ghost gives a genuine smile. His eyes go between Soap and Ricki, and raises his eyebrows at the man, clearly asking a question.

“Go ahead. Unlike me, she doesn’t bite.” Soap smirks, now holding Ricki like a baby. 

Ghost almost seems apprehensive to pet the cat, not wanting to spook her. However as he moves his hand towards her, she pushes her face up to his hand, purring loudly. 

“Aww, looks like you’re allowed to stay,” says Soap.

“Didn’t know there’d be a test,” Ghost replies contently, with much of his focus now on the purring cat. “Good to know you’ve got someone looking out for you off the job”

"Aye, really we look out for each other.” Soap beams, using one of his hands to now rub the cat’s belly. “Ricki canny hear a thing. Deaf as all, but fuckin’ loud as all too. Wouldn’t have her any other way”

Ricki takes a gentle swat at Soap's hand, shooting him a look. Ghost retracts his to avoid being included in getting hit.

“Guess the welcome party’s over” Ghost jokes. 

Soap sets Ricki back down on the floor. She goes right back to meowing once on the floor, circling Soaps legs.

“I believe somebody’s hungry,” Soap states. 

Once he has a briefly clear path, he begins walking toward the kitchen, Ricki weaving in and out between each stride. He opens up a cabinet, and looks back over at Ghost.

“Well come have a sit, Simon. You’re allowed inside more than 5 feet, you know.” Soap hollered. 

Truthfully Simon was in a bit of a trance, never much of the social type and perfectly content just watching Johnny and his cat do their thing. Hearing his name definitely snapped him out of it though. He walks over to the large couch in the living room and sits, still watching the other man and the cat in the kitchen. 

Johnny takes out a small bag of cat food, but looks down and notices her bowl is still full. 

“Oh you cheeky shite!” he laughs, looking at the cat staring at him, bending over to scritch her head. She simply yells back. 

“Fine, fine, a treat for my girl,” Johnny happily sighs, putting away the cat food and grabbing a smaller bag. He pours out a few treats into his hand, which prompts her to spring up onto the counter, somehow getting even louder. 

Johnny waggles a finger in front of her like a dad. “Ah ah ah! You know the deal.” He then points downward. 

Simon’s eyes widened. Upon this gesture, Ricki sits down, still looking up at Johnny and yelling of course. Johnny laughs and hands her a treat, placing the rest down on the counter for her, which she happily eats. He then walks over to the couch to join his guest, who is not at all hiding his surprise at what he just saw.

“You trained a cat.” Simon states in shock.

“Yep.” Johnny responds matter-of-factly, leaning back on the couch and kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

“And I’m the one outta my mind for drinking bourbon?” Simon laughs.

“Yeeep.” Johnny replies in the exact same tone. The two then catch each other's eyes, and exchange laughs. They both settle even deeper into the couch and let out content sighs, Johnny leaning his head back and shutting his eyes with a smile on his face.

#woag is me #call of duty #cod mw2 #soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #can be viewed as platonic/just friends or as shippy #thank you to wyn for encouraging me to actually post this dsnjkfbsf #wrote this a while ago but here be #yes i wanted to make a pun name for the cat #and yes i wanted soap to have a cat #i know im not the most descriptive #but this is just a drabble #(idk if thats actually the right word but eh shush and enjoy some snarky dudes playing with a cat)

[steddieas-shegoes]

it led me to you

chapter 3: junior year also on AO3

Chapter 1  Chapter 2

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Eddie couldn’t sleep.

Even though he had alarms set to make sure Steve woke up and remembered who he was, he was worried that something would happen the moment he closed his eyes.

Was it logical? No. But logic left the moment he saw Steve’s black eye and split lip.

And the fucking shoeprint bruise.

It’d been four hours and he hadn’t heard or seen Wayne or Hopper yet, though he didn’t really expect to.

Steve had been about as well as could be expected the first time he woke him up, though it seemed like more of the pain was sinking in before he managed to fall asleep again.

Eddie held a bag of frozen peas on his eye for the first 30 minutes or so while he slept, but was too scared to leave him alone even for a minute to put it back.

The next alarm would go off soon, and maybe if Steve seemed a bit better then he would sleep. Maybe.

- - - - - - - - -

He didn’t.

The next alarm went off, Steve was groggy and couldn’t focus, but otherwise alright.

But Eddie just kept thinking about, well, everything.

Steve’s dad had hurt him, to the point where he felt like he had to run away just to be safe. He’d called Eddie even though he probably should have called 911. He’d hinted at this not being the first time his dad put his hands on him, but it was the worst.

If Wayne didn’t take care of it, if Hopper couldn’t help, Eddie would do everything he could to get Steve out of there, out of Hawkins, out of the life that he didn’t want.

Or he’d die trying.

- - - - - - - - - -

Steve woke up for good around ten in the morning, but the groan he let out told Eddie that he wasn’t happy about it.

He whimpered in pain when he want to rub his eyes, forgetting about the black eye entirely.

Eddie was sitting on the bed, resting against the headboard, hand barely grazing through Steve’s hair as he slept.

Now his hand was hovering over where Steve was curling into himself, wanting to make it better but not knowing how.

“It’s alright, Stevie. It’ll pass. Hey, just take a deep breath with me, okay?” Eddie was trying to keep his voice steady, but he could still hear the tremor.

Steve placed his shaking hand on Eddie’s chest, still not looking at him, but at least acknowledging him in some way.

Eddie watched as he took in a long, slow breath, let it out, and did it again.

“Good job, Stevie. Can you open your eyes so I can check you over? Make sure you don’t have something more serious goin’ on?”

Steve opened his eyes, but his black eye was nearly swollen shut.

“You need ice again?”

“I had ice already?”

Eddie’s brows furrowed.

“Yeah, I held the frozen peas on there when we first got settled. You don’t remember?”

Steve shook his head, then winced in pain.

Shit.

Eddie didn’t know much, but he knew what a concussion looked like, and it looked like Steve had one bad enough to show signs of memory loss.

“Alright, you’re gonna hate me a little for this, but you’re gonna have to sit up.”

“Why?”

“Because I have to know if I’m driving you to the emergency room or not.”

Steve sat up quickly, too quickly, trying to argue that he didn’t need to go. Eddie watched as he nearly fell right back over, probably too dizzy to stay upright.

“I can’t go to the hospital,” Steve said as he managed to hold himself up in the bed.

“You might not have a fuckin’ choice, Steve. Let me just check, okay?”

Steve let out a sob, turning his head away suddenly as if to hide the fact that he was crying, as if he could.

“Please. I can’t.”

Eddie’s heart broke into more pieces, shattered across the floor of his room with no chance of ever putting it completely back together. Not with the way Steve was trying to hide his tears and begging not to get medical help because he was scared.

“Okay. We can wait for Wayne to get back, but I at least have to make sure your open cuts aren’t gonna get infected and your eye gets ice on it again.”

Eddie hated this.

He hated Steve’s father.

He hated his mother for probably knowing it was happening and doing nothing.

He hated everyone who had ever failed Steve up to this point.

He hated that his own uncle sounded like he’d been aware of it and hadn’t done anything or warned him about it.

He hated that Steve never felt like he could trust him with any of this.

Just when he started to get off the bed, the front door opened.

“Eddie!” Wayne called from the living room.

Eddie ran to the living room, slowing down to a stop when he saw Hopper was with him.

“Hey, kid,” Hopper sounded tired. Exhausted, even.

“Um. Hi,” Eddie said before turning to Wayne with wide eyes. “I don’t think Steve would be okay with getting the police involved. He doesn’t even wanna go to the hospital.”

“Look, I’m technically here off duty. I can do something about this if Steve wants or I can just check on him now and keep an eye on him in the future.”

“Like you did when you knew this happened before?” Eddie couldn’t help but ask, anger in his voice.

“Ed-“ Wayne started.

“It’s okay, Wayne. He’s just trying to stick up for his friend. It’s a reasonable thing to ask,” Hopper said, though he didn’t look like he was planning on answering it.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked from the hall, his hand on the wall holding him up as he stumbled closer to the commotion.

Eddie rushed over to him, wrapping an arm around his waist to support him.

“Shit,” Hopper said too loudly. “Steve, this is bad, son.”

“I’ll be fine. It’ll heal in a week or so. I’ll just try to cover it with makeup or something,” Steve suggested.

Eddie’s brain was running wild.

How often had he hid things? How often had something happened, physical or not, that he just didn’t mention because no one noticed and his for specifics?

“I can arrest him for this, you know. This is all the proof we need. He’ll probably post bail, but we can make sure to hold him long enough for you to get stuff out of the house and move in here,” Hopper replied, his voice louder than necessary.

Steve flinched.

“It won’t go anywhere. He’s a lawyer. You think he hasn’t gotten himself out of worse positions before? He won’t do it again if I just lay low. I pushed him too hard last night is all.”

“Steve, even if you had pushed him too hard, he can’t do this. You understand that you’re still a minor and CPS should be called right?”

Eddie watched as Steve’s face fell, the events of last night finally sinking in.

“Son, I’m not gonna let you go back to that house while he’s in it. If you won’t let us do what we can to protect ya long term, we’re gonna do what will keep you safest right now.”

Eddie tuned out of the conversation as everything sunk in.

He knew exactly what would happen.

Steve wouldn’t let Hopper arrest him, or file an official report. He’d beg Wayne not to do anything and, because Wayne loved him, he wouldn’t. He’d hang around the trailer as much as possible, just like he always did, but with a looming threat over his head that he couldn’t feel safe at his own home.

Eddie would support him, even when it was hard to understand why he was doing things this way.

That’s what love was, after all.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Steve healed surprisingly quickly, the deep purple bruising around his eye had faded to an ugly yellow in only two days and his split lip just looked chapped now.

He went back to his house when he was certain his dad was gone, gave a sad smile to Eddie and said he’d be fine.

Eddie knew he was lying, but he knew better than to argue or offer to let him stay longer.

Steve would turn it down, Eddie would feel even worse, and then Steve would feel bad for making him feel bad.

And that was the cycle until Steve’s birthday.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Steve’s birthday was the only part of summer that Eddie looked forward to.

This year, he’d been working extra hard to save money for a good gift.

Working was maybe not the right word, but he was earning money.

Steve didn’t know most of the reasons he had to rearrange Hellfire again was because Rick needed him to pick up his inventory on those nights.

He was pretty sure Wayne had caught on by now, but hadn’t said anything except that he hoped he was being careful.

He was, but there’s only so much caution you can take when selling weed out of a lunchbox in the woods.

Most of his customers were juniors and seniors who were throwing insane parties while their parents were on summer vacations without them. Many of them were people who lived in Steve’s neighborhood.

There was the occasional adult who didn’t care if he was technically just a kid, they just wanted to buy what they came for and leave.

He should have been more careful, today though.

He should have turned down the meeting.

It was Steve’s birthday. He’d already bought his present. He was supposed to be at the trailer in 30 minutes to help Wayne with the cake they were baking for him.

But he couldn’t turn down this deal.

A senior wanted to buy $100 worth of stuff for a college party he was going to in the city that weekend, thought it would make him look cool.

$100 was $100.

But the kid was running late, and Eddie’s biggest rule was you show up on time, or the price doubles. If you’re more than ten minutes late, you get nothing and he doesn’t sell to you anymore.

That’s what’s worked for him in the few short months he’s been doing it.

At the ten minute mark, he started to walk back to his van.

It wasn’t far, the clearing in the woods almost visible from where he was parked in the daylight.

Which is why he froze halfway back when he saw Hopper’s patrol car parked next to his van, Hopper leaning on his driver’s side door with his arms crossed, watching the woods.

He could pretend he was just on a walk maybe.

But he wasn’t dressed for it, and Hopper knew at least enough about him to know that he wasn’t exactly the “walking” type.

“I can see you, Eddie,” Hopper yelled from his car. “Just come on out.”

Eddie sighed.

Maybe Hopper would let him go once he saw he was completely alone.

He’d probably scared his customer away.

“Hi chief! Didn’t know you’d be here!”

“Unfortunately, I did know you’d be here. You wanna tell me what you’re up to?”

“Not really.”

Eddie didn’t mind Hopper, not really. He hated authority, but Hopper was clearly just a guy trying to make a living and seemed more frustrated with the law than any standard citizen.

“Having a picnic by yourself?” Hopper gestured towards the lunchbox.

His lunchbox full of drugs.

Shit.

“Nah. Just can’t go anywhere without it.”

“You think I can take a quick look in there?”

“Why?”

“Just wanna make sure what I heard was wrong.”

Eddie knew he’d be in actual, real trouble if Hopper saw everything in his lunchbox. He’d started carrying more than just weed a few weeks ago.

He rarely sold it, but it was there when business was slow.

Business would be really slow in jail.

“Eddie, please tell me it’s not what I think is in there,” Hopper looked tired.

He always looked tired, but it seemed like he just didn’t know how to handle this situation and didn’t want to try.

“It would be pretty cool if you let me head home. It’s Steve’s birthday,” Eddie tried.

Hopper looked like he really wanted to let him go, to forget this interaction even happened.

“I can’t until you show me what’s in there.”

Eddie could have opened it up for him, maybe even try to hide some of it under the less incriminating stuff.

But he just handed the whole box to Hopper, hoped maybe he would pretend he didn’t see it.

Hopper opened it, looked for only a second, then closed it with a sigh.

“Why?”

“I needed money.”

“Your uncle strugglin’?”

“We’re always strugglin’. But I just wanted to have my own money. I wanted to get Steve something.”

“How long you been selling?” Hopper placed the lunchbox in his car, not breaking eye contact with Eddie the entire time.

“A few months.”

“How long were you gonna sell it?”

“I dunno. I figured I could maybe make enough to start helping with bills so I guess until I graduate.”

Hopper shook his head.

“You know I have to take you down to the station for this. I mean, this isn’t just a tiny amount, Eddie. This is shit that would get you put in prison if you were 18.”

“Wait. No! No, you already took it! Can’t I just go home?”

But he couldn’t, and Hopper looked just as upset about it as Eddie was.

He knew what this would do to Wayne, to Steve.

But he put him in the backseat of his car, uncuffed, and drove him to the station.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

He didn’t book him.

He sat him on the chair in his office and left him alone, hopefully to call Wayne to come pick him up.

Wayne wouldn’t even be mad, he’d just be disappointed.

Steve might be, though.

The last thing he wanted was to make Steve mad, especially on his birthday.

“Alright, Wayne’s on his way,” Hopper said as he walked back in the office, door closing softly behind him.

“Did he say anything about Steve coming with him?”

“No, he didn’t mention. Just said he’d be here in 15 minutes and asked if this was going on your record.”

“Is it?”

Hopper watched him for a moment, searched his face for something.

“Not this time. I’m not a big fan of ruining a kid’s life for trying to help pay bills. But this is the only warning you get, you understand? I catch you again, even if it’s with a single ounce, I have to book you.”

Eddie nodded sadly, looking down at his lap as he played with the rings on his fingers.

“Steve know about this?”

“No, sir.”

Hopper seemed shocked that he’d called him sir, but brushed it off quickly.

“You worried about him finding out?”

“Yes, sir.”

Hopper breathed out, eyes going wide for a moment as he thought about what was about to happen in his office if Steve was with Wayne.

“I’m sure he’ll understand once you’ve given him his gift.”

Eddie shrugged.

Steve wasn’t motivated by gifts, not in the way people would expect from a rich kid. The only gift he’d ever really wanted was the BMW, and now that he’d technically owned it since yesterday when his dad gave him the paperwork for it, he didn’t really need to think about other ones.

Wayne had given him a coupon for his first car service on the house and made him dinner.

Dinner that was being interrupted because of Eddie being sort-of arrested.

Hopper left him to his thoughts, sensed he didn’t actually want to talk about any of it, and turned to a file on his desk.

Maybe he was pretending to read it, maybe not, but it made Eddie feel better not having all the attention on him.

Only a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” Hopper yelled.

Wayne walked in, expression tired, body slumped forward.

“Hey, Wayne. Thanks for coming so quick.”

“Thanks for callin’ me, Jim. Glad you’re letting him off with a warning this time,” Wayne didn’t look at Eddie, but he didn’t need to for him to know he was upset.

“Not a problem. We had a discussion about it, don’t go too hard on him,” Hopper gave a small smile, as if that was going to really help the situation.

“I don’t think it’s me he’s gotta worry about going hard on him,” Wayne said quietly, almost like he didn’t actually want Hopper to hear.

But Eddie heard.

Eddie knew who he meant.

Steve was mad.

He stood up, thanked Hopper for letting him go, and walked out of the station, slightly hopeful that maybe Steve was in the truck.

At least with Wayne in the truck with them, he’d probably hold back some of his anger.

But Steve wasn’t in the truck.

He turned to Wayne, who still wasn’t looking at him as he made his way to the driver’s side.

“Steve at home?”

“He went to his house. Get in.”

Wayne wasn’t someone to argue with. He wasn’t scared of Wayne, not like he was his father, but Wayne had a way of making him feel shitty without even doing or saying anything.

Wayne started driving before he even buckled, an even more sure sign that he was upset.

Eddie noticed they weren’t driving to the trailer within a mile, and decided he should probably ask where they were going before he was left on the side of the road somewhere.

“Are we not going home?”

“We’re gonna talk.”

“Oh.”

“Ed, you know I love ya. More than anything, more than I ever thought I could love anyone, family or not. I love how spirited you are. I love how much passion you put into your band and your game and your friends. You’re the best part of my life. But you fucked up bad today, son.”

Ouch.

Knowing it beforehand didn’t make it easier to hear, especially not from Wayne.

“I know.”

“I know you think you know. But the way Steve sat waiting for you to show up, kept making excuses for why you must be late, he was so excited to spend his birthday with you. And when that call came through, I could see on his face he thought the worst. He thought something had happened, you’d been hurt or died. I could see it, Ed, how much he cares about ya. And I had to be the one to tell him you were fine, just caught with drugs with the intent to sell. I’ve given a lot of bad news to people in my life, but this was the worst.”

Eddie felt tears falling down his face as his uncle spoke, driving them God knows where.

“His birthday was meant to be special. You are most of what he has in this world and you let him down.”

“I know!” Eddie got out, sob immediately following the words.

Wayne pulled off the road, put the truck in park, and pulled Eddie against him.

“It’s a lot of pressure to be everything to someone, ain’t it?” Wayne asked as he rubbed his back to calm him down.

All Eddie could do was nod against his chest.

“You know what you gotta do?”

“Apologize.”

“And show him that you’re not another person who’s gonna let him down. He’s got enough of that in his life, don’t ya think?”

“Yeah.”

“I can drive ya home, or we’re about two minutes from Steve’s house if you want me to drop ya off there.”

“Steve’s, please.”

- - - - - - - - - -

No lights were on at Steve’s house, not even the outside one by the door.

He either took the BMW somewhere using his brand new license or he was asleep inside.

He looked to Wayne for encouragement, only receiving an eyebrow raise and a nod towards the house.

Eddie thanked him quickly, getting out of the truck and walking up to the front door.

He didn’t bother knocking; Either Steve would be asleep and wouldn’t hear him come in or he wasn’t even here to acknowledge his entrance.

He saw the hall light on upstairs, so he made his way there after locking the front door behind him.

He moved with a stealth he didn’t even know he had, his feet moving faster towards forgiveness than his brain was capable of.

He heard crying from Steve’s bedroom.

Steve was crying because of him. On his birthday.

He should have knocked, but he’d never had to before, and he didn’t want to assume that what he did broke them so much that he would have to start now.

He slowly opened the door, peeking his head in before walking all the way inside.

Steve was curled up in bed, pillow hugged to his chest, Eddie’s hoodie on.

He insisted that this hoodie was way more comfortable than his own, but a small part of Eddie hoped it was because he liked having a part of Eddie with him even when he couldn’t spend the night.

His eyes were closed, but Eddie could see the tears falling down his cheeks, glistening in the lamplight of his bedroom.

“Go away,” Steve said, voice choked, raspy, like he’d been crying for a while.

“Can I just apologize first? Please? And then you can send me home.”

Steve opened his eyes, red-rimmed and puffy.

Eddie bit back his own self-hatred to get this out. He owed it to Steve and he owed it to Wayne to admit his shortcomings, his mistakes, be better than what the Munson name usually meant.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you about it, but I started dealing to buy your birthday present and then the money was good so I figured I could keep doing it, help Wayne with bills. No one usually suspects the soon-to-be high school senior. I know I shouldn’t have, but Wayne doesn’t want me working while I’m in school, says I need to focus on graduating first. And he doesn’t have spare money to give me, even if I do stuff to help him out. I’m sorry I did it, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it, and I’m most sorry that I got caught on your birthday when we were supposed to have fun celebrating you.”

Steve watched him the whole time, tears still falling rapidly, but at least he wasn’t interrupted.

“Wayne told me you thought I’d been hurt.”

Steve scowled, his whole body turning away to look out the bedroom window instead of the door Eddie just walked through.

That wasn’t a great sign.

“I’m sorry that I made you think that. If I could, I’d go back in time and never even bother showing up. No amount of money is worth you feeling like this.”

Steve said something, but it was muffled in the pillow.

“What was that?”

“I said, you’re everything to me. I thought I lost the only person I have.”

It sounded like I love you, and please be mine, and don’t leave me.

But it sounded so hurt, Eddie didn’t know how to fix it.

“I’ll do whatever you need me to do to make it up to you. You need me to quit selling, I’ll quit. You need me to beg on my knees for forgiveness, I’ll start right now.”

“I don’t want you to beg.”

Eddie knelt on the floor, resting his head against the bed.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to understand how much I need you around. Something dangerous like this has too many possibilities for ending badly. I can’t see you hurt or dead or in prison because you’re trying to buy me a gift. I don’t need a gift. I never need gifts, not from you.”

“Okay. Alright. I’ll stop. I won’t sell anymore.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

Steve turned back around, eyes glassy and lip trembling.

“You’re gonna leave me,” Steve whispered as fresh tears spilled from his eyes.

“No, I couldn’t ever leave you, Stevie,” Eddie rushed out, a hand brushing through Steve’s hair. “Why would you think that?”

Steve shrugged as if he didn’t know, but Eddie could read it all over his face that this was a genuine concern and he believed it wholeheartedly.

Now wasn’t the time to try to get him to admit something, though. Not when he was so fragile with emotions that he deserved to feel.

“Do you at least want your gift?”

Steve nodded, pushing the pillow away from his chest and sitting up in bed.

Eddie got off the floor, his knees cracking a bit from tension, and sat on the edge of the bed.

He reached in his pocket, grateful that Hopper didn’t confiscate everything, though he would have had no reason to take this.

He hadn’t wrapped it, figured the box it was in was enough.

Steve’s eyes honed in on the box.

“Open it,” Eddie said as he handed it to him, nerves setting in that he shouldn’t have done this. This was something a boyfriend would do, and he was far from a boyfriend.

Steve gently lifted the lid of the box, gasping when he saw what was inside.

“Eds…”

“I didn’t really want to part with my ring, but I know how much you like this one, so I had this made as, well, not quite a copy, but close.”

The ring in question was the smallest Eddie owned, and secretly his favorite. It was Steve’s favorite too judging by all the times he’d stare at it or play with it when they were on the couch or in bed.

“It’s moonstone instead of garnet. Your birthstone. Is it okay?”

Steve was taking it out of the box, holding it up to the low light in the room and grinning as he watched the holographic image of the moonstone reflect back at him.

“It’s amazing, Eds.”

“It was quite difficult to find someone who would work on the band I already had, but eventually a jeweler in Indy took it on.”

“Wait, you had the band already?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “It was from my mom’s wedding ring. My dad stole the stone from it not too long before I came to live with Wayne, but he left the band and I figured I could build something new with it. She would’ve liked that.”

Steve was crying again, tears endlessly streaming down his face.

“It’s perfect. I’ll wear it every day.” Steve slipped the ring onto his left ring finger, causing Eddie’s heart to stop momentarily. “This might be worth some of the stress of today.”

“That’s progress.”

It was progress that night, and progress the next day when Steve kept the ring on, and progress for the rest of the summer as Eddie did his best not to feel guilty about not providing money for bills.

It was progress throughout Steve’s junior year, crashing his homework and study sessions, his tests, even his forced family vacation over Spring Break.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Shortly after Spring Break, Eddie found out he wouldn’t be graduating.

He fell short in gym, Biology, and Algebra.

They’d calculated what he needed to pass, and it would be impossible.

Steve was having a surprisingly good year, his tutoring with Nancy keeping him on A/B Honor Roll, which was impressive enough that his dad even managed to come home and treat him to dinner without making any terrible comments.

Eddie tried not to sulk.

But telling Wayne almost broke him.

Wayne smiled at him, said he was still proud of him, that he’d get it next year.

“Maybe it’s just that you’re meant to graduate with Steve. You do everything else together,” he said.

“Maybe.”

In a month or so, he could probably look at it that way.

Once the sting of it was gone, maybe it would be easier to see things in a positive light like Wayne was.

Maybe once he felt less like a failure, he would actually be able to find something positive in this mess.

- - - - - - - -

Steve was upset for him, but only because he could tell he was upset.

“Graduating together will be great though! Another year we can hang out at school, another year running Hellfire, another year to get your grades up so you can maybe come to college with me!”

College was so far out of his realm, he hadn’t even considered that Steve was going to go.

“Are you thinking of going?”

Steve frowned at him.

“I mean, yeah. My grades are good, my dad always expected me to go, and it seems kinda fun. Maybe it won’t be some Ivy League school, but it’s all the same education, isn’t it?”

Eddie nodded along like he understood anything he was saying.

“Plus, we could find an apartment together! My dad’s trust fund is gonna kick in so I can probably cover rent for a bit until you find a job to help with it. It’ll be great!”

Eddie shared in his excitement for now, didn’t wanna drag him down when he was so excited at the possibilities of their future.

But he knew that wasn’t reality. It wasn’t even a thought for him. He knew nothing he did would get him in that position, but Steve was blinded by his friendship with Eddie and totally thought he could do it.

“Yeah, Stevie. Sounds great.”

Chapter 4

TAG LIST: @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @renaissan-vvitch @estrellami-1 @sofadofax @mightbeasleep

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #wayne munson #jim hopper #it led me to you #ao3fic #chapter 3 #hurt/comfort #mentions of physical abuse/child abuse #mentions of minor injuries and concussion

[brainrotcharacters]

She Wasn’t Always Like That part 1 (It’s Not Enough)

ship: Ghost x reader

summary: Ghost knows you differently, but cares about you just as much. Maybe more. 

a/n: I’m relapsing into my cod era.

tags: sfw. angst comfort. reader is a member of 141. will they won’t they trope. reference to there’s only one bed trope. Ghost would rather die than acknowledge feeling feelings and honestly mood. 

part 2

She wasn't always like that.

Ghost knew that people didn't believe him when he describes you this way. They could never imagine the only woman of the 141, trained in espionage and assassination, as anything but sunlight given human form when you're off duty. You told Ghost you didn't mind, but he found the need to mention it regardless.

"Why?" You ask him at some point, handing him another washed plate to towel off. When he only stared at you sidelong, you continued. "I mean, why do you want people to know what I was like... before?"

You always sounded so ashamed, so uncomfortable, when you spoke about 'before'. As if keeping other people at arm's length because the alternative meant you were in danger was such an embarrassing way of thinking.

Put that way, Ghost was guilty of being inspired by you. The world knows you, but they don't know you, and it makes his skin crawl. But the words got cut up on the way out his mouth. He finished drying off the plate in his hands, placing it on the nearby rack. "Do you want me to stop?"

You blinked once. Unguarded, but intelligent eyes― the only times Ghost saw fear in those eyes was through camera feeds when he was separated from you, or when you were in active spy work. "I want to understand.”

He took in a breath, shoulders lifting slightly. How to say it? Better yet, how to say it without you catching on to him? Knowing you, you'd be too fucking quick with it.

You only angled your head at him, waiting patiently. Kindly.

Fuckin' hell. "You're happy running around with the boys here, yeah? For all your whinin' about Johnny, you'd kill for the man." 

"I already have," you chuckle, reaching for a mug. 

Right. Ghost's eyes tracked the way your hand gripped the cup. Firmly. "You'd be a hell of a lot happier if they didn't take your performance at face value."

Your brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" 

"It's not enough, sweetheart.”

The tone of his voice was tense and unusual enough that you turned away from the sink to look at him. "They don't know what it takes for you to keep laughin' about with them. Fuck, they don't even know how much it takes you to get out of bed in the morning." 

Your eyes softened. As the person beside me in that bed, you'd know.

Ghost didn't look away. I do. "They rattle on and on about how good you are, how strong or how kind. I agree. Believe me, I'm with them. But..." 

Your thumbs slide over the now-scrubbed mug. Squeaky clean. You hand it to him, and he takes it, all too grateful for a reason to break eye contact. "Dude, I don't mind the opinions of the outside world. Yours is enough." 

Something in your mind clicked into place. It's not enough. I am not enough.

Ghost saw the realization flicker in your eyes, and rushed to speak before you managed to ask him about jealousy or self-pity or some bullshit like that. "I don't want to see you burn yourself out, is all." 

"Oh, I will." You laughed cynically. "And when I finally burn out―"

"Y/n, say if. Not when―" 

"Simon, when I burn out," you lift a serving spoon between you and him. Your hand visibly trembled. "I want you with me. The laughing and the jokes are nice, but I've been looking inward these days. Sooner than I'd like, I'm going to burn out. When that happens, I hope you're nearby." you twist the spoon in your fingers, handle facing Simon. "No pressure, but I don't know what I'll do if you aren't." 

Though he was still reeling at the sound of his name, he plucked the piece of cutlery from your grasp and toweled it off. "The thing about you and me: if I'm not with you, then it means one thing. I'm on my way." 

A small, affectionate smile lit up your face, or maybe that was the sunlight from the open window several feet behind him. The sky had the fucking audacity to have correct fucking timing― 

The door burst open, and a gaggle of your sisters-in-arms, plus Gaz, pushed through. "Y/N! Ghost, can we steal Y/N from you for a bit?" 

It was a rhetorical question; whatever you and him were, no one knew the entire story, and no one asked. Maybe Ghost was getting tired of people not understanding you the way he did, the same way they didn't understand what he was with you. Maybe not.

Simple as that, your practiced smile appeared, and you hollered. "LADIES! I told you not to bring goddamn Kyle into this." 

An outraged noise from the young man had you giggling. "Jokes, jokes. Let's go. Ah, hey Ghost?"

He turned.

"Thank you." you smiled, eyes shining. 

Ghost paused. Then nodded once. 

When the door closed behind you, and the noise of friends enjoying your performance faded away, the image and sound of you burned in his memory. 

God fucking damnit.  

#ghost x reader #ghost cod comfort fic #cod mw2 comfort fic #ghost mw2 #ghost mw2 comfort #simon riley #simon riley comfort fic #simon riley x reader #ghost cod fanfic

[merowkittie]

More Jole x blackfem!reader please!!

OH BABY I GOT YOU! <3

This is based on the end of TLOU 1 and start of 2 ! (Will not be 100% accurate) sorry it’s so late 😭

Talk It Out — Joel Miller

Ever since what happened with the fireflies and Joel deciding to save Ellie instead of getting a cure, the two were never the same again.

Hell, Ellie was mad at you too, but you patched it up as best as you could. Ellie understood you were just following Joel, but she still knew you were a big part in it too.

Now, you were sitting in your shared bed with Joel between your legs and his head on your stomach. He’s been asking you for advice on how to get her to talk to him lately and he feels like shit.

“She.. she’s being fuckin’ difficult. ‘M Trying my best to talk to her or do anything and she either ignores, gives me a look or walks away.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. You’ve noticed it as well but Joel.. doesn’t have the best approach for this type of stuff. He says he “doesn’t know how to handle like this”.

“Well.. Joel, are you sure you’re being nice? What exactly are you saying to her? You know you’re kinda..” you trailed off, looking down at the man laying on your stomach.

He raised his eyebrows at you, giving you a silent go ahead.

“Scary, gruff..you know. Look baby, it’s been years but we all know Ellie can hold a grudge..” you furrowed your brows as you continued to think.

“But How do you want me to work with that? How does she expect me to talk to her again and be there for her? You saw what happened in the bar.”

Oh you definitely saw what happened in the bar. Who didn’t? You talked to Ellie about that after those events. She told you to fuck off so you left her alone. Albeit you were a little hurt but there’s nothing you can do about it. Ellie is a tough woman. She doesn’t need anyone there for her if she doesn’t want it, but being alone all the time isn’t good.

You sighed and let your head fall back against the headboard. You were drained. This whole situation was complicated. Everyone was at fault here. Maybe not Ellie completely but she could’ve just talked to the man to better understand him.

Then an idea rang through your head like the church bells you used to hear when you were younger.

“Joel, why not let her come to you? Or, better yet start to ignore her. She hates it.” You laughed at that, Joel just gave you a non amused face.

“You really think that’ll work? How’d you get her to start talking to you again?” His eyes connected with yours and you thought for a moment.

It was very very very fucking hard to speak to that girl.

“Well, I made her sit down with me and talk. I explained why we did what we did and that yes, maybe she should’ve decided that she either lived or made the cure herself but in my eyes.. she’s like a daughter to me— to us.” The way your eyes softened was a tell tale sign of how you felt for her, “She understood but she was still mad. I’m sure she still has a bit of a grudge against me but.. no way were we gonna let that precious girl die for a cure that they couldn’t even fucking promise would work.. what if we let her.. what if we let her go through with it and it didn’t work Joel? What if she did die for nothing?”

The words started to come choked out and you couldn’t help but feel distraught at the mere thought of that.

Joel’s hands caressed your sides and he leaned up to press a kiss on your jaw.

“That’s why we were not letting them Fireflies touch her. I’ll.. try to go along with what you said. Maybe she will approach me.” Joel nodded to his words and you gave him an encouraging smile.

The two of you sat in bed for a while longer as you talked Joel’s ear off about your day and how you almost cursed out his brother for trying to make you do his work for the day.

Listening to your voice was something he loved. It helped him concentrate, ground him. You always had good advice for him too.

So like you said earlier, he thought about how he was gonna go about Ellie, and decided once she came to him, they’d simply talk it out.

#Joel Miller #joel miller x reader #x black reader #Ellie Williams #joel tlou #tlou #joel x reader

[pervysenpaix]

Journalist!y/n becomes a tad bit obsessed with pro hero!bakugo to the point of stalking and gets caught getting off in public when she finally gets an interview?

nonnie … i feel attacked because why is this me ? are you watching me ? you in cahoots with my FBI agent ? i demand answers after you read this. god i’m in a filthy mood and if she’s as obsessed as i am then we’re definitely going off the deep end; i- you asked for this , k ?

TW! ProHero Bakugo, slut shaming, degrading, spit, rimming (Bakugo rides reader’s face 🫣, Semi-public sex, hair pulling , mating press, sadomasochistic leaning, humiliation, just super cringe and gross and i highly recommend that you don’t read it but you’re a whore and you probably won’t listen 🧡 also not proof read , we die like men.

Part 2

18+ NSFW CONTENT | MDNI

Sometimes in the world of journalism you have to be willing to drop your morals for the sake of the story. Put yourself in compromising positions to ensure that would guarantee you the scoop. But there was no justification for you to be in ProHero Dynamight’s office restroom plunging your fingers in and out of your creamy pussy with him sitting at his desk just a few feet away from the door.

Your breath hitched at the thought of his close proximity; to think all it would take for Dynamight to catch you red handed was a few strides. What would he say? Would he call security? Would he call your editor? Would he berate you? Would he slam you against the wall and punish your slutty holes?

Wishful thinking at best but it was just what you needed to snap the coil of arousal that you could feel swirling in your stomach. You really tried to hold back your moans but proved unsuccessful.

He definitely heard you. Even with the running water in the sink—he’s a hero for All Mights sake, of course his senses would be extra refined. He’d said as much during the two hours of mental foreplay that went under the guise of an interview. You could only hope that he wasn’t paying attention or wouldn’t acknowledge your indiscretion. Something like this could ruin your career ! Especially if he found the—

“You’re a fuckin’ sick bitch, you know that ?”

Oh shit.

When you abruptly excused yourself to the rest from to handle your delinquent vagina—you left your camera on his desk. The camera that contained some very candid photos of Dynamight at his home. Some where just him. A lot were with guests that were sent home limping the next day. Hell you even had a picture of the NDA that he made all of his romantic partners sign. It was obvious that your interest in him was purely professional.

“I- I can—

“Save it.” The deep rumble of his voice sends shockwaves between your thighs. He rises from the desk and slowly stalks towards you. He’s removed most of the gear he’d been wearing during the interview and was left in only the tank shirt and cargo pants of his summer costume with his mask pushed back like a headband into his ash tinged blonde hair. Dark figures and symbols decorated his toned arms down to his slender hands that were decorated with golden rings and black nail polish.

You licked your lips—mouth parched at the sight of him. You’d always imagined what it would be like to be this close to him. So close that you noticed faint freckles dusting his nose and felt the heat of his quirk radiating off his skin.

The man now stood toe to toe with you. With a hand on the wall he leaned forward until your noses were almost touching. “Are you that much of a desperate whore that you couldn’t even wait until you made it home?” You we’re about to feign ignorance but suddenly grabbed your hand and brought it to his nose. A low hum of approval rumbled in his chest and he brought your fingers to his lips—placing a light kiss before running his tongue over them and sucking them into his mouth.

Your knees buckled and the hand that was holding the wall found purchase on your waist. Bakugo held you steady while he licked your digits clean.

“Didn’t think somethin’ as simple as finger sucking would make a nasty bitch like you weak in the knees” He grunted, “ ‘specially since y’been stalkin’ me for months”.

You gawked at him and he took this moment to shove his fingers in your mouth. You immediately clamped around them, moaning at the softness and sweet taste of them that could probably be attributed to his quirk.

“God— you’re fucking pathetic” he scowled, but his pupils were blown so wide that the red was barely visible. “You’d probably do anything for me to touch you, huh ?” You nodded immediately, big doe eyes desperate and pleading. His dick ached as your tongue wrapped around his fingers. Bakugo was desperate to fuck you but he wasn’t going to give in that easy to some insane fan with beautiful eyes and a perfect mouth.

He was going to make you work for it.

“Take off your clothes and lay on the desk, slut”. You complied, moving faster than you’d ever managed. You watched in awe as he undressed. A perfectly toned body with a fat curved cock leaking pre into his belly button. Your mouth watered, and you found yourself reaching for it but he slapped your hand away. “Did I give you permission to touch me? Keep those whore hands to yourself, there’s no telling where they’ve been. Probably fucking half the heroes in this city, huh ?”

“No! Just you Dynamight” you exclaimed, reaching for him again but retreating when he raised a brow. “Been saving myself for a while now. Nobody was good enough. Wanted you” you pouted, it was so cute that he almost wanted to go easy on you.

Almost.

“Yeah, right. Like I’m gonna believe some crazy bitch that’s been basically camping in my backyard for the past 5 months? Oh don’t look so shocked, sweetheart. I’m a fucking hero, did you really think I wouldn’t know what’s happening on my property ?” He smiled mischievously, “you know, i would watch you on the camera fingering your little twat while i fucked those extras”.

His fingers trailed up your thighs, hovering over your push before traveling to your breasts. He pinched the nipple harshly drawing a half moan half screech from you.

“Better quiet down now. I didn’t lock the door” he whispered, “wouldn’t want someone barging in and seeing me wreck this cute little body, would ya?”. Your thighs automatically squeezed and he chuckled. “Of course a bitch like you would be into that. You know me and Deku share an agency, bet you’d like if he walked in. I saw how you got that night he came over. Tell me Princess, what did you like best ? When he rode me on the couch or when he fucked me against the wall ?”

You couldn’t respond. Your brain had been malfunctioning since he first pulled his dick out.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and climbed on the desk to straddle your chest. The weight had you breathless for a second but you recovered quickly. He scooted close enough for you to lap at the head of his cock. The sweet taste of the satiny pre coated your tongue and you hummed happily. He continued scooting forward, feed you his dick until he was plunging into your mouth at a steady pace.

“Fuck~~ this mouth of yours is perfect, Princess” he moans, pulling out to dunk his balls in your throat. You were so turned on that you grabbed his asscheeks to pull him closer. “Sh-shit, want me to ride your face, baby ?” You nodded, desperate for whatever he was willing to give you.

“Okay, just tap my leg if you need to breathe, k? Good girl”.

Dynamight hovered expertly over your mouth and dropped down on your waiting tongue. He rocked against your face, willing your tongue to burrow deeper in his asshole. He stroked his cock in time with your thrusts—chanting your name as you brought him closer to the edge.

“F-fuck , baby. M’gonna cum like this” His word lit a fire under you. You licked at his rim with fervor. Suckling and kissing the ring of muscle in a sloppy make out session that had the blonde cumming against him abs.

Katsuki took a deep breath before hopping off the desk. He wrapped his hands in your hair and yanked your head against his stomach. Without being told you started to clean the cum off him; melting as he stroked your cheek and praised you for being so good for him.

He was hard again when you got done cleaning and he lowered you on your back and pushed your legs into a mating press. With no warning he pushed in. His cockhead got caught against your walls a few times due to the lack of prep but he continued to bully forward.

Tears flowed freely by the time he was fully seated in your heat. Your mouth hung open in a silent “o” filled with euphoria and satisfaction. It wouldn’t take much for you to come at this point.

Bakugo placed his hand against your throat—not squeezing but applying a delicious weight to it. “God— yer tight. Open up for me, Princess”. He leaned forward and spit in your mouth, to which you swallowed immediately.

“Nasty bitch” he grunted, and slowly started to rock into your spasming cunt. Although he wanted to go faster and brutalize your pussy, he couldn’t due to how your walls were suffocating him.

“Shit, baby. This pussy feels amazing. S’fuckin perfect” he whines, followed by neediest whimpers when you cunt continued to constrict as you creamed around his cock. Seeing the frothy white band was enough to send him over the edge—pouring ropes of hot sticky cum into your womb with a guttural groan.

“Kacchan is every thing—

#m’sorry this got out of hand #anon ❤️ #thirsty senpai 💦 #bakugou smut #bakugou x deku #katsuki bakugo x reader smut #bakugou x reader #bakugo x black reader #bakugo x chubby reader #mha x black fem reader #mha x black reader #mha x chubby reader #mha smut #bnha smut

[aq2003]

why u always stuck in the martha war oml guys maybe we should question the portrayal of the only black companion in the rtd era and how she was shown to be constantly paired off or wanting all these white men even when they were racist or disrespectful to her or didnt reciprocate her feelings and not romanticize it as her being sooo quirky and not taking no for an answer while also acknowledging she respected ten’s wishes and didn’t push him to pursue anything after it was obvious their feelings were not the same for each other. especially when she has enough agency to recognize their connection is unhealthy and she’d rather focus on a life that betters her rather than this relationship that doesnt fulfill her. LORD

MY GODDDDDDDDD. Guys can we all hold hands and blow up and die. can we imagine a beautiful world where the romance aspect of her character isn't Like That and the other aspects of her character are given more time to be explored and the writer's room for the show are not all white british ppl actually . Can we imagine a beautiful world where she doesnt get paired off with fuckin mickey of all people im so insane. but also can we at the same time acknowledge that like every main companion of rtd era she is the central character to her series and that her agency (and she is given much more of it than what the wider fandom acts like about it!) is very important when looking at her overarching story . help me

#they're killing me man. #at risk of sounding so pretentious. nobody is correct about her and it's driving me up a wall and off a cliff #dr who #10 era

[clementine-writes-things]

Lana Songs for Gotham Characters

This is just gotham characters and which lana songs I feel suit them best/they remind me of. If I left some characters out it's because I couldn't find a song that fit them well. Sorry xoxo!

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Jim Gordon: 24

"If you lie down with dogs then you'll get fleas. Be careful of the company you keep..."

This is the first song I thought of being of the meaning behind the song. He has a hard time being honest about the things he deals with as a police officer. He lies to protect people. He makes deals with bad people to protect the ones he loves. Though this song has a more sad meaning to it, I feel like the lyrics suit him very well.

Oswald Cobblepot: Old Money

"My father's love was always strong. My mother's glamour lives on and on..."

This song is about being there for the people you love/who love you. Even though he isn't that good of a person, he is all about family and love. He loved his mother and father dearly, and that's why this song reminds me of him.

Bruce Wayne: Terrence Loves You

"But I lost myself when I lost you..."

This song is about being strong in the face of abandonment, which is exactly what Bruce does. He stays strong after his parents die and never gives up. This song is very sweet and I highly recommend you listen to it.

Selina Kyle: This Is What Makes Us Girls

"We all look for heaven and we put love first. Something that we'd die for, its a curse..."

This song is about having a troubling past as a teenager. Constantly getting into trouble and suffering the consequences. It really reminds me of her because of her life on the streets and constant struggle to survive.

Jerome Valeska: Born To Die

"Come and take a walk on the wild side. Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain. You like your girls insane..."

This song is about true love and living life recklessly. I feel like it suits him well because of him being a little....insane. Lol. He definitely lives life on the wild side.

Victor Zsasz: Art Deco

"You're so art deco, out on the floor. Shining like gun metal, cold and unsure..."

This suits him so well. He's so classy and professional but he's also a big dork. He's very cold and unsure. I feel like this suits him the best because of his attitude. He's gentle and cold.

Edward Nygma: Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard/Salvatore

'Open me up, tell me you like me. Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself.'

'Dying by the hand of a foreign man, happily. Calling out my name in the summer rain, ciao, amore.'

Ok, so I chose two songs for him because I actually had a REALLY difficult time trying to find the perfect song for him. I analyzed the lyrics and couldn't find anything. But these two songs fit him the best. More specifically, the lyrics listed above.

For the first quote, I thought about his origins. Why did he become the Riddler? Parental neglect and abuse. He didn't love himself. So, that lyric fit him perfect. 'Love me until I love myself'. Yes, he's a super criminal, but it stems all from never getting loved or acknowledged.

For the second quote, I KNOW HE ISN'T A FOREIGN MAN SHUT UP HE'S AMERICAN 🦅🦅🦅BUT IT STILL FIT HIM SO WELL! I feel like he DEFINITELY knows over 10 languages at LEAST and he definitely speaks Latin. I feel like he would totally speak Latin when being romantic. And 'dying by the hand' of him, is a reflection of how dangerous he truly is. And 'calling out my name in the summer rain' is a reflection of how he still is a romantic at heart. He finds small things like rain beautiful, but he fights with his criminal side a lot. A battle between love and evil. So fuckin poetic.

Let me know what you guys think of my choices <3 sorry if I left people out. It was hard enough to find songs that fit these characters hehe.

#writers #fanfic writer #writers of tumblr #fanfic #gotham #the riddler #edward nygma #dc universe #cory michael smith #lana del rey #lana