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volturissideslut · 4 months

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Hii!! Can you do Jane x reader where she’s Jane’s mate but still human. One day some important information gets leaked out and everyone in the volturi thinks the reader leaked the info. (Aro can’t read her mind) So they question her for a long time and when she still says that she didn’t do it they make Jane torture her with her power. As Jane is torturing her someone walks in and says that she didn’t do it. By the time Jane stops the reader is passed out. Everyone and mostly Jane regrets what they’ve done. The reader doesn’t wake up for a few days and Jane is in absolute sorrow. And when she finally wakes up she doesn’t even look Jane in the eyes bc of the betrayal she feels. Just a lot of angst yk:))) Buuut they make up in the end. Thank youuu🫶🏻

𝕵𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎

This is more of the aftermath than anything. Mentions of looking thinner

"Get out"

Though your voice was hoarse, it didn't lessen the impact. Not one bit. Jane didn't think it was possible to vampires to have panic attacks, yet what else could this be. Why was her chest so tight? She doesn't need to breathe. And though she can't sweat he skin feels clammy behind all her layers. She's a vampire, their brains go fast - she could finish a novel in five minutes, but this feels too fast. It's making her dizzy. It's making her sick.

"Please-" her mouth feels dry. Is she panting? Why does it feel like Felix is cracking her chest again? You two can get through this. You can move past this. The thought is the only thing keeping her semi-rational right now. "I can't even look at you right now. Please leave, Jane. I can't see you anymore" and god you look so broken. And she did it. Your skin looks sickly, at least seven shades yellower. And your eyes - so dull - are dragged down by the bags she gave you. Are you thinner? You look thinner, you look malnourished. Definitely unhealthy.

It's the shakey movement of your hand accompanied by a wince that pulls her from her intense observation. And she remembers what you want. She wants to stay - absolutely has to - but she can't ruin this even more. She needs to save this and even now she recognises that her being here will be detrimental to that. So she does leave.

Out the door, she sits on the floor and stares at the ceiling. Not that her eyes are recognising anything though. No. Her head is leaned back against the big double door to your shared chambers and all she can bring herself to do is listen intently to your heartbeat. You're still here. You're still safe.

You, on the other side of the door, can no longer bring yourself to stifle your own sobs at the betrayal. Your mate, your love, the one who promised to always protect you, had actually been the only vampire to hurt you. The only one you ever truly trusted. Though her gift is mental, the rough treatment had still hared you. But it was hard to tell what hurt more - the mental scar on the one on your heart.

Could you even stay?

Maybe it was time to leave

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That night you packed, leaving through the window. Were you as strong as them? No. But could trust Jane and be in the same place as her? Also no.

It was killing you just to be in that room, with all of them memories. All of them were now tainted, and now you could see all the similarities between her room and the dungeons.

Bag at your side mainly just filled with your previous belongings you couldn't part with, you climbed out the window only to be face to face with Alec. For fucks sake.

"You shouldn't be here," his tone was more concerned than accusing. Was he actually worried for you, though, or was he more bothered about his sister? that seemed like the more likely answer. "come. Ill walk you back" he takes the bag for you and begins to guide you gently back, hand delicately on your arm as if you were made of porcelain. He looked guilty. Remorseful even.

He led you back the longer way round as if he was giving you time. He even sat with you in the garden for a few minutes - until Jane cane storming through.

"There you are! Your heartbeat grew faint and the window was open and I-" and her hand are on your face. She stops speaking when you flinch back, heart dropping to her feet, until she feels you lean into her.

Damn mate bond and damn exhaustion because you let yourself fall into her. She can feel your heart rate speed up in fear but feels frozen when you make no effort to move away.

"Let's- let's get you to bed, yeah?" she turns her head, face frightened as she mouths a 'thank you' to Alec for keeping you here and safe. He just nods, head down as he shares part of her shame. A drop in the bucket compared to hers, though.

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Here she lay, back in your shared chambers, sat up against the headboard of the bed while you lay on their lap asleep. Icy fingers comb through your hair and scratch lightly at your scalp.

"We'll be okay, right? We'll be okay."

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fuctacles · 8 months

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If you fall, I'll just catch you

For @steddieholidaydrabbles warm up prompt "Fall" (and I'll probably write a followup for the next one)

T | WC 1k | CW fear of heights, I guess? | Halloween preparations, Steve being the mom friend

next up

"I'm gonna fall I'm gonna fall imgonnafall-"

"No, you're not," said Steve, while standing safely on the ground below.

Eddie loved Halloween. Eddie also loved helping his friends. So, a few days ago he thought to himself, why not combine both and impose some Halloween help on Harrington? Which was mostly for his benefit, since his trailer didn't leave much space for spooky decorations, but the Harrington's house? He could craft a whole graveyard around it. Maybe he will.

But first, he'd have to get down. Because when he was offering, insisting on helping out, he forgot that Steve's house was not only bigger but also higher than his trailer.

He didn't know he had a fear of heights until he climbed the ladder with some fake cobwebs in hand. The ones now abandoned on the roof while he clutched the tiles instead, thankfully rough and not slippery smooth.

"Eddie," Steve's mother-hen voice was seeping through, but it was not enough to soothe Eddie.

"What?!" He bristled back, like a cat too scared of falling off a tree to reach out to its owner.

"Come back to the ladder, come on. I'll hold it in place."

"Nuh-uh. Thanks but no, thanks."

Ladders were wobbly and unreliable and had too many holes Eddie could look through. In fact, they were mostly holes, partially steps. How has he ever trusted them in the past?

"Eddie."

"No!"

Steve sighed from somewhere below. His feet shuffled on the gravel.

"I'll look for some other route, okay? Don't move."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

His breath picks up when the steps fade out, but he hears them again before he can manage to recite the One Ring prophecy in his head. Steve walked around the house and was back below him.

“So, there's a tree on the other side of the house, it should be easy to climb on from the roof,” Steve informs him. Eddie mulls his words in his head slowly, nodding to himself.

“Trees are sturdy,” he murmurs for self-reassurance and to acknowledge the plan. “They are literally rooted to the ground.”

“Great. You have to move a bit to your left, just follow my voice.”

So Eddie did, keeping his eyes on the roof tiles ahead of him and moving painstakingly slow until a convenient tree branch appeared in his sight.

“You got this, Eddie,” Steve's voice has been patiently guiding him and offering praises and reassurances for the past eternity. Eddie, while grateful, could only offer back a muttered string of curses.

He eyed the tree and grabbed onto the nearest branch, sliding from the roof to the tree with little effort. He took a couple of calming breaths before looking down to assess his route to the ground.

Uh.

“Where the fuck is the rest of the tree?”

There were no more convenient branches below him. He looked at his friend below who had the balls to look amused.

“We had to cut the branches last summer because they were getting too close to the windows,” he shrugged. He shrugged while facing Eddie’s terror. "You just gotta jump.”

“You just gotta jump,” Eddie mocked him, clutching the bark under his fingers. “And what, break my leg? After all I’ve been through, I'm going to break my leg jumping from a tree?”

"I’ll catch you.”

“Oh, so I’m supposed to break my leg and your neck? Great plan.”

Steve sighed.

“Eddie.”

There was that tone again.

“What?!” Eddie seethed.

“If you hang from the branch you’ll be close enough to me, I’ll catch you easily. Don’t be a baby.”

“You’re a baby," he retorted. Just like a baby would.

“A very strong baby who's going to catch you and make you hot chocolate after.”

“Are you bribing me right now?”

“Yes? I’m getting a neck cramp from looking up there. Just get on with it.”

Eddie groaned. And then groaned some more with every movement he made on the branch. An excellent branch with a great view. He could see himself chilling there for prolonged periods of time, but…

He looked down once more, where Steve was making encouraging hand motions. He breathed out, lowering himself more and more from the branch until his legs were fully dangling, and he couldn't look down anymore.

“I can almost touch your ankles.” His fingers brushed against Eddie's sneaker. “You can let go now.”

“Mhm, okay,” Eddie huffed. “Just don’t fucking drop me.”

He let go.

He made the most embarrassing squeak that he hoped got muffled by the loud grunt Steve made against his chest. His shirt had ridden up, but he was too overwhelmed with anxiety to feel embarrassed or self-conscious.

“Gotcha,” Steve murmured, breath hot against his shirt, and he lowered him to the ground, sliding him down against his body.

As his shoes settled on the neatly trimmed lawn, tension seeped out of his muscles and he collapsed against his friend.

“I hate everything, never again, I hate Halloween, fuck spiders, fuck heights, fuck roofs and fuck ladders. Fuck your stupid windows and fuck. Just, fuck,” he rambled while the fight was leaving his body. Steve laughed and without hesitation pulled him into a warm embrace that Eddie was too tired to reject. He slowly relaxed the deathly grasp he had on Steve’s shoulders.

“Does that mean you don't want to turn my front lawn into a graveyard anymore?”

Eddie huffed.

“You said ‘no’ already, don't have to rub it in.”

“Well, I might have changed my mind.”

Eddie perked up, disentangling himself from the embrace. He squinted at his friend.

“If this is you taking pity on me, I will take it.”

Steve laughed, rubbing Eddie’s arm before dropping his hold.

“Call it whatever you want as long as you leave all the roof decorations to me.”

“Gladly,” Eddie grinned, holding out his hand to shake on it. Steve did, but he didn’t let go, instead tugging him towards the sliding door.

“Come on, I promised you hot chocolate.”

#steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #mine #ff #steve harrington #st #stranger things 4 #steddie fanfiction #steddieholidaydrabbles

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koisuko · 22 days

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Can you do headcanons Mk1 male characters of Liu Kang, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vbrada, Bi Han, Shang Tsung, Havik, Syzoth, Rain, Kenshi and Baraka with fem s/o who has the power of the Scarlet Witch (Marvel) please?

Ooo spicy! I love scarlets powers so much, they are so sick <3 (a draft I struggled to finish, had a brain blank and couldn’t figure out most characters, sorry severe 🥹)

Tw: none, maybe blood or fear but that’s it, fem reader

Liu Kang

He had already known about your powers, given the keeper of time and all. You often kept your mind reading ability to yourself, for your own benefit, so you already knew that he knew.

He was your main support and guide in honing your abilities, bringing you to the monks for daily training. He was uplifting and gave you gentle praise constantly.

The monks, on the other hand, had never seen such power. They were fascinated beyond belief, and couldn’t help but look on in awe at your prowess.

Bi-han

Your power had intrigued him, brought him out of his shell enough to let you in before closing it again. His gentler side a stranger to all but yourself.

You two were an absolute unit of a team. Often mingling your powers together during battle, such as lifting him a little bit higher, creating energy to strengthen icy projectiles and what not.

You were valuable when it came to enemies of the Lin Kuei. An intruder in the base? He’ll have you interrogate them for information, whether that be straight mind reading or bending reality was entirely up to you.

And once the job was done successfully, he was right by your side to praise you for your work, in private mostly.

He could never really hide his feelings, with your mind reading and all, it was all right there on paper for you. Something troubling him? You know.

Shang Tsung

To him, you’d be quite the fascinating specimen at first meeting. Love is a bit of a bottom of the list fort of thing.

He was taken aback himself when he landed you as his s/o. And such a powerful s/o you are.

He almost considered using your love for him to his advantage. Just his little toy to manipulate and bend to his will, carefully of course, who knows how much damage you could do to him if you found out his plan.

Your power fascinated him, often taking you to his lab to watch you move various objects and terrify his subjects with waking nightmares.

You were a lethal weapon to him, and one he could use in his quest for realm domination and power. How afraid others would be of his loyal pet, breaking others with fear and pain with just a snap of his finger.

“Something the matter, my love?” You’d place a hand on his arm, breaking him of his deep daydreaming. He reply with his usual cocky smirk, “of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

He had it all planned out, except one thing he missed, a small but vital detail. You could read his plan every time he thought it up, his mind open and obedient to skim at your will.

Havik

Power, and liberation, were his priorities in life, no matter how extended his mortality would be.

It would be a surprise to many, including himself, that he even had a s/o. However, I surprised no one that he chose such a powerful woman.

He thought of using you, at first, but eventually grew to accept you. You two were a team, and you would help him more than anyone in liberating order realm.

Given his backround, your abilities likely wouldn’t strike him as strange. He would be fascinated by how someone seeming so delicate held so much power in the palms of their hands.

Syzoth

Fascinated, in awe to say the least. He is absolutely gobsmacked by the sheer control you have over such abilities.

He almost felt like he was in the presence of a goddess, and felt slightly inferior. You had to tell him to stop formalities and to stop treating you like he isn’t worthy of you.

His nerves were erratic, when the time came to show his true form. He was worried you would be afraid, or dislike that form. Boy was he surprised, and in love, when you accepted him regardless of his true self.

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sublimetragedychopshop · 1 year

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Imagine a good boy! Yandere! The type that is the kindest person you’ll ever meet! Goes to church every Sunday and is so helpful and sweet people flock towards him, not because he also happens to be a major hottie either. The type to have never have had a relationship before because he is waiting on “the one”. Sure plenty of people have confessed to him but it never felt right. As gently as he could he turned them down but promised friendship instead. Honestly , people didn’t even get mad when he turned them down just a little sad but you can’t stay mad at such a good person!

Good boy! Yan who when a new exchange student was transferred to the school, the principal already volunteered for him to give them a tour. “I can trust you, to keep them on a good path. I know you both will be friends in no time!” The principal stated. Eventually when you did arrive to school, you were almost 45 minutes late and looked tired as balls. Waiting in the office for your arrival (he never even thought of leaving, opting for doing his homework on a table in the meantime.) once he saw you, he couldn’t keep his eyes off. His heart soared and burned in his chest, beating rapidly. ‘W-what’s going on? Why is my heart beating so fast? My face feels hot too’ he thought and placed a hand on his warm cheek. “Do you are my tour guide?” A voice brought him back to reality. Startled he looked at you as you loomed over him. You were so much more good looking up a close, your eyes boring into him that made him blush 10x more! “Hellooo? Earth to tour guide?” With a sarcastic tone you tried getting his attention. “R-right! Sorry! Um- m-my name is L-Liam! I-I will be taking you-you around the school.” God did he ever stutter that much infront of anyone? Embarrassed he got everything in his bag and led you around the school. Granted he did manage to stutter out half the locations names and almost trip or hit his face on something 20 times. All while you seemed to barely paying attention to him. Some people did see Liam with you around the school, in fact most people came up to him to ask about menial things before he told them he had to continue your tour. “Nope, I think I can figure out the rest.” You cut him off before he could turn down another persons invitation to hang out. “See ya later loser.” Cooley you left Liam there with the person that tried to talk to him. It kind of struck him wrong that you just left like that, the desire to go after you was strong. He almost did until he realized where he was. Maybe he could talk to you later? In case if you have any problems of course!

Good boy! Yandere who (after your fated encounter) seems to try and seek you out. Every minute of every day. His usual daydreams were replaced with ones of you. All his thoughts were about you now. Of course he did manage to succeed in finding you (it was almost like you were avoiding him) and would often ask if you had any problems with your classes. “Nope, get lost.” You answered back quickly and left him just standing there, shocked. This was the first time, anyone had treated him like this. Liam had always been a well liked person, and it seemed like you didn’t like him at all. Biting back a cry (when has he ever cried over something like this?) he was even more determined to win you over. Liam started to gather information about you (stalk) and even collected some of your things! Don’t worry they were mostly things you wouldn’t care about, pencils, half eaten drinks, your sweaty gym t shirt, etc. just small things. Then you would see him at the places you frequent, a favorite Starbucks, the park, your little mini mart where you go to buy snacks, the library. Really he is everywhere you are.

Yandere good boy! That realizes this is getting out of hand, his quest to become your friend has changed to him falling in love with you. Deep and obsessive love, but still love none the less. Suddenly the things that people would do to win his favor were things he does now with you. Buying you snacks, leaving supportive sticky notes on your desk, always going up to you to talk about anything and everything. At this point you automatically get annoyed if you so much as spot his face. He does this EVERYDAY, ALL DAY. HOW IS NO ONE SEEING THIS OR BEING WEIRDED OUT BY IT?? (People do but think it’s romantic af/ are jealous as hell about you). Eventually you need to tell him to knock it off, to tell him to stay the fuck away from you because he is getting annoying AF. So you do, cornering him in an empty classroom after school. He was volunteering for a school event (because someone roped him into it) and was so sad that he couldn’t “walk you home/follow you home”. The second your face came into view he lit up. Greeting you happily until you slammed him against the wall, caging him, you started your threats “listen here shithead, your getting mad annoying so knock it off! The notes, the fucking snacks, FOLLOWING me HOME! I don’t want to see your face near me,” you got more and more mad. “If this is some type of shitty game with you, go find someone else to fuck around with! STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME.” Glaring at him with all the hatred in the world, he just gave you a heartbroken look. His heart shattered to pieces hearing about how you hated his guts and to leave you alone. Nodding sadly, you left him in that empty classroom finally feeling like you can breath. All while poor Liam just sinks to the floor and sobs his broken heart out. Inconsolable, he cries until he physically couldn’t anymore and left the school.

The days after that he missed a good chunk of two weeks from school. Once he did come back, it was almost like he was a former husk of himself. Replying to peoples questions, but always having that empty dead look instead of his sweet charming smile. His schoolwork wasn’t getting turned in at all, grades began dropping. At which point the principal and teachers decided to cut him some slack because he has always been a busy bee. The wonder kid, Mr. Perfect. The school counselor even tried to get him to open up about whatever was bothering him but was unable to. His parents, friends, and anyone he used to talk to on a regular basis started to get more and more worried. Of course he managed to avoid you the whole time. You told him to stay away from you, so he did. Did he hate you now? Nope. He wanted to be next to you again more than anything but you didn’t like him at all. Your hatred for him just made him even more sad, so he distanced himself from you in hopes that doing so would make you like him (or hate him less). Every night he just cries as he stares at your photo on his phone, pretending that you were apologizing about what you said to him, he would forgive you, your tell him that you have feelings for him too, he would be overjoyed and tell you that you are the love of his life. How he wants to marry you, live a life so deeply in love together, how he would be the best husband in the world and you would be the happiest person alive. It lulled him to sleep.

You probably the whole time are over joyed! You finally got rid of that irritating ass pain in your side. Sure you did see him sometimes around campus (he looks so dead, like he doesn’t even wanna be alive anymore) and it just made you go the other direction. Honestly whatever he was going through was his fault, is what you thought. Of course you were happier than ever now, and it allll had to come to an end when his friends and family pieced together what happened to affect him so badly. He had gushed to anyone with an ear about you, ESPECIALLY his friends and family. So it was easy to figure out why his personality did a total flip. One day you managed to lose a text book for a class of yours, staying after school to go and find it all over campus. Asking people if they had seen the brightly colored gigantic text book. An announcement was said over the speakers about how if someone was missing a text book for a class to go to the gymnasium where it was found. Oddly enough, you never went there. Why would it be there?? You shrugged and went anyway, just needing to find it and go home. That was the plan. Get your text book from the person that found it, thank them and go home.

NOT get cornered by LIAM’S friends and interrogated about why Liam is so sad and depressed. How they think you had to do something with it. You were outnumbered and it looks could kill, you’d be 12 feet under. “We KNOW it has something to do with you. We KNOW you did something to him! What did you do you asshole!?” A preppy looking girl seethed in your face. Someone was outside the little closet they cornered you in, making sure no one comes in or out. “About who? Sorry I don’t know what your talking about” you bit back. You didn’t even know who they were! Never having even interacted with these people. This seemed to enrage her even more and she grabbed your neck and choke slammed you into the wall. “LIAM you fucking bitch! You don’t even know who’s life you ruined!? You fucking monster! He’s miserable! Because of you! Now tell us what you did!” She spat in your face as you tried to fight against her grip. She was actually REALLY fucking strong. “W-what? What..about him-him? I didn’t do anything…” wheezing out the words you couldn’t even pull her off of you. Face going red as your oxygen was getting depleted. “Yes, you did. You are acting all innocent right now, but your going to fix this. You are gonna fix him! I don’t care what you did but if he isn’t back to his normal self, I will fucking kill you.” She threatened, choking you until you pass out.

Yandere good boy! Who gets invited to a party at his friends place. “Less of a party more of a surprise for you! You are going to love it sooo much!” His friend squealed on the phone. He really didn’t have any energy to deal with them, But his parents still urged him to go. Sighing he went on his way. There really wasn’t anyone else there but his closest friends. They all greeted him happily. Talking about recent stuff and how he is gonna be blown away by their surprise “more like a gift”. He listened and talked but was never really present. Until they blindfolded him and brought him down to the basement. He had been there before, a special hiding spot for when he was a kid. The creak in the stairs a familiar sound. “Okay okay, now just stand right here!” His friends snickered and giggle. “1…2…3! Surprise!” The blindfold was yanked off of him gently. Blinded by the sudden light it took him a second to see what was in-front of him. YOU. You were in-front of him. You were the surprise?? “See?! I knew we guessed it right! What better surprise then your lovely little (y/n)!” His friend smiled at him. Doing a double take as a fearful expression over took his face. He wasn’t supposed to be near you! You told him to stay away! “H-hey hey! Stop freaking out! Whatever they did, they wanted to apologize! Look!” Moving away from Liam, Mandy came over to hold your head up to look at him. You were strapped to a chair in front of your stalker and his very very “protective” friends. They drugged you just enough so you don’t scream, but not too much that you couldn’t talk. “L-Liam? Liam… I’m sorr-ry.. I.. didn’t mean those-those thingsss…. I’m sorry… I’m..so sorry… forgive me… please..” begging was the only thing you could do. Mandy told you before she brought Liam down here that he was free to do whatever he wanted to you. But if he didn’t forgive you and go back to the way he was before, you would die a very painful death. You thought you were as good as dead. Nothing left to do but beg for forgiveness.

He just stood their, frozen. Unbelieving that this was true, that you were infront of him and begging for forgiveness. Just like how he wanted (minus the chair and drugs and obvious bruises on your neck). “We’ll give you lovebirds some privacy, remember what we talked about (y/n)!” Even though Mandy said it with a gleeful tone, you knew what she was threatening. Everyone left you and Liam down in the basement. Music starting up again, loud to deafen anything anyone might say. Moving around a bit, struggling some with the ropes that kept you in place, you could only look at Liam. Not knowing what he was thinking about right now was the worse thing to anticipate. You thought he hated your guts, rejecting him like that before. If only you knew that this would be the outcome, then you would have switch fucking states. “..y-you mean that? That your sorry?” He finally asked after what seemed like forever. Quickly you nodded at him. “I-I am! I am! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean any of the things I told you! I-I was- i was just-“ trying to come up with an excuse (that could save your life) you racked your brain for anything that could save you. Suddenly he hugged you, burying his face into your neck. “I knew you didn’t mean it! I knew it! I knew it!” He smiled (for what seemed the first time in forever). “I’m sorry too, maybe I was a little clingy before. I just can’t help it!” Looking straight into your eyes, you could see it. The obsession in him. “I have the biggest crush on you! I couldn’t control it- I have never had one like this before. It must mean we are destined to be together!” Laughing gleefully he continued hugging you. You realized how fucked you were right now. This unstable ass person was what decided if you were gonna die tonight. Quickly you sputtered out the first thing that came to mind, “th-then let’s date! Let’s go out-go out with me please?” It was a stretch. But anything to stay alive. Liam looked at you shocked, then his face went to happy. “Yes! Yes yes yes! I’ll be the best boyfriend ever!” Squealing and giggle out of happiness, he celebrated as you died on the inside.

Reader after realizing they have to do this for the rest of they life:

#yandere #yandere shitpost #yandere x you #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere ramblings #yandere x reader

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heartfullofleeches · 9 months

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Maunder Labyrinth Character Intros/General Information

A concept blurb for my haunted attraction yan series in which the Reader applies for a position at the location to make some extra cash for the upcoming season. This post lists the main cast plus a few of the rules they have to follow. Feel free to ask any questions

SawBones (she/they)

Doctor; grouchy 24/7

A woman of science looked down upon by peers and loved ones for her unorthodox methods. Tricked into visited the Labyrinth by "friends" and betrayed by that same group right before the exit. Seeing the talent in her twisted mind she was given a second chance. Was gifted the bodies of all four members as a welcome present to her new home which she then stitched into a new pet who carries out patrols for her. Turns every guest she gets her hands on into a new guard or another trophy on her shelf.

Sawbones lost an eye to a guest before being fully twinned to the Labyrinth. Hates Hound for stopping her from chasing after them once they had safely escaped her section. Her sole comfort is a cassette player she had in her pocket before venturing to the attraction with a mixtape of the songs it once loved. It serves a deeper purpose as her real name is on the tape.

Martyr (He/Him)

"You can trust me!" You can't trust him.

A once shy and awkward body with a tame love for horror now a homicidal fanatic. Lost his mind to the horrors and wonders of the Labyrinth, and slaughtered his friends as offerings for a hope to appease. Bangs himself up and dupes his way into large groups to slowly bump them off one before breaking into a frenzy and killing the rest in his lust.

Welds a chainsaw he decorates with stickers and prints guests might have on them. If something they own is cute enough he will let a guest go - if a ten minute headstart means anything.

Jumpscare

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....boo

Not much is know about Jumpscare. They reappear and disappear mostly as they please. There one second and gone the next. Devoid of expression and is alot jumpier than they look. Half of their scares are from being startled upon finding living guests while disassociating, and screaming their head off because of the realization.

Jumpscare is one of two actors who will not actively kill guests (unless they have a heart condition). They are interested in the outside world and offer places to hide in exchange for knowledge. Pulls back from this habit once Reader joins the crew and dumps their questions on them instead.

Bedevil

"I see dead people...." "B, that's a mirror." "I know...."

Plagued by wails and visions of the damned. Has trouble telling guests from living or dead and will fly into panic when they attempt to interact- adding another voice to the choir that haunts them. Reader's name tag helps Bedevil differ them from others, but they cling to their side to assure their companion is still among the living. Has thought of asking Reader to quite, but is too afraid of being alone again.

Hound (they/them)

Do not remove their muzzle. Do not interact.

Hound is the other member who will not kill guests - they are also the most monstrous in appearance. Hound is reluctant in their cannibalistic urges, but feels they deserve to live same as everyone else. Eats the corpses of guests littered around and offers sanctuary for survivors in their bunker. It is the only safe zone in the main building.

Twins - Leader (he/him) & Follower (whatever you want)

Follower and Leader swap between manning the front and being guides for the tour. Follower is very assertive, dominant, and boastful. Leader is reserved, submissive and self hating. Follower will lead a tour safely through the maze unless a guest acts against them. Leader will do just about any order giving to them, but has a walkie-talkie at all times to receive them from their bother. If a guests asks for a discount - they will give it. If they ask to be let go - Leader will let them go.

Spector [It]

Enforcer of law, order, and punishment. Has free range of all corners of the Labyrinth and the ability to phase through walls. A tell tale sign of their arrival is the temperature dropping. The cameras around the attraction are their eyes.

Boogeyman

Your Boss.

THE SEVEN IMPORTANT RULES ACTORS HAVE TO FOLLOW

Do not attack guests until signaled.

Do not fight amongst each other.

Once inside Hound's bunker no actor is permitted to attack guests until they exit.

Do not leave your assigned area.

Do not cover the cameras.

Do not take the hired helps name tag. Failure to comply to this rule will be met immediate termination.

Failure to comply otherwise will result in the mask given to you sewn into place. A second strike will give the jailer free range of punishment.

#yandere imagines #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere insert #male yandere #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #female yandere #yandere harem #yandere horror #yandere character #yandere concept #yandere x reader

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 5 months

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Omg what if yves and reader are both in high school (their are seniors and both are 18) and had to take care of a fake baby as a final project for like 20% of their grade and it just so happens that reader and yves are partners (totally not because yves threatened or bribed the teacher nonono) so yves invited reader to stay at his place for the next two weeks (which of course reader’s parents where more then happy to agree because yves is the smartest, richest, and totally nicest student anyone has ever met) to “parent” the fake baby, like I can totally see yves not only acting like a father but a husband to and he will also act like reader just gave birth to the fake baby (it doesn’t matter if reader is a female or male), he will say things like “no reader you can’t do the dishes, why? Because you just gave birth and need to rest so why do you go play with Sammy (that was what yves named the fake baby) ok? (Sorry if I have bab English it’s not my first language)

💔 sorry anon but when I created Yves he is a child hater and at least late 20s. So having him as an 18 year old classmate is out of the question.

Though, him disliking children doesn't mean that he is going to outwardly and severely abuse his child if he ever has one with you. He will just be neglectful, only spending enough of his time and money to keep the child alive and disciplined. His research on the child is slightly more than the information gathered on your friends: enough to keep them predictable, but not enough to keep them happy.

Yves's priority is you and no one else. Offspring to him are replaceable, you are not.

However, if you were assigned such work, ironically take any chance he gets to make your assignment harder, of course discretely. This is to thoroughly discourage you from ever wanting to have babies on your own.

He would rig the doll so that it will cry often at dangerous volume levels. Yves would hide the keys needed to stop it from screaming, making you go insane with sleep deprivation. You could be doing everything right (i.e. feeding the doll on time, supporting it's neck when carrying it, gently handling its body), but you would soon find out nothing works.

It just keeps crying and the dratted device will only stop at random, seemingly no pattern to it's behavior. Mimicking the behavior of real babies.

It is highly unlikely Yves injected himself completely into your life at 18, 19 or even at 25. As he is a man who also believes that your youth shouldn't be spent on chasing relationships, romantic or otherwise. Instead, it should be focused on your education, honing your skills, grasping the world around you, forming your own identity, becoming wiser and mature.

So he mostly operates behind the scenes during your formative years, occasionally appearing here and there to either guide you through hardship or to subconsciously influence you into wholly accepting him later in your life.

He is in a twisted sense, your guardian angel. Or guardian devil, depending on what the situation calls. Regardless, you wouldn't know that he was behind nearly everything that went wrong or right in your life.

Yves only wants you to be happy and safe. But he is still his own person with desires. He can be selfish.

He knows you inside and out, you can handle a couple days of sleep deprivation. He quadruple checked your files and ran some computer generated simulations before making that decision to tamper with your doll.

A small price to pay for a lifetime of child free bliss.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves

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sldlovescartoons · 2 months

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Okay, so looking at Explorers Guide to Wildmount and- well, there’s lots of things, but most prominent in my mind right now.

One: “he is strangely excited for the war with the empire” That just reads as seller’s regrets. He wants those beacons back. He’s spent every waking moment since he handed them over trying to cover up who has them and where they are, while also convincingly doing his job. He likely went from ‘mostly magical research with a side of Spy Shit’ to ‘Spy Shit most of the time because we have to locate those beacons, Shadowhand!’ And he’s pretty sure the Assembly is either lying to him about their research or just isn’t doing as well as he hoped. Mans wanted those beacons back. Strangely eager headass-

Two: okay. So. When it says “a generation” are we talking an elf generation or a human one? Because if it’s an elf generation, then that’s just neat, and explains why the Dynasty has sort of revealed its power in the last century- because Lens. But if it’s a human generation, then there’s a slightly terrible and funny chance that Essek might have invented the Kyrn Scourgers and that might have been how he got his job. If he was offered consecution to turn down, he’d of had to have done something to prove himself exceptional. It could have been spell work, but to become the Shadowhand to the highest authority in the land you’d think it’d have to be something really impressive. Like creating a program for volunteers from their existing spy force to specially train them to be super border piercing spies and infiltrators. Probably originally to try and access more magic. It would also explain how The Assembly got in contact with him and why he stole the amount he did and who seemed to have them. They clearly only needed 1, or they wouldn’t have been willing to give the one they stole back after finding another themselves. So why have 2 stolen? Because Trent insisted, of course. A Scourger intercepts a Lens Agent, tortures a fuck ton of information out of them. Including about their Leader, their Spymaster, Shadowhand Essek Thelyss. Trent gives him this information, in exchange for a promise of a beacon if they gain access and help with contacting the Shadowhand in the first place. So Ludinus asks for two. One for him that’s he’d bring in another assembly member to help with, and one for Trent. This is now my headcannon.

#critical role #cr2 #the mighty nein #essek thelyss

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rafemotherfuckingcameron · 8 months

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GUNS, BITCHES, WEED, MONEY, YSL, GOLD CHAIN, MASERATI, PENTHOUSE, HELICOPTER, FAME

Word Count: 3.9K

Pairing(s): Ward x Reader, Sarah x Reader, Rafe x protective!reader

Warnings: Flirting, Violence, Gun Violence, Home Invasion, SMUT MDNI 18+

Summary: Fem!reader has been hired by Ward to protect his children when a business arrangement takes a turn for the worse and he discovers that a reward has been offered for their capture.

Part 1

Today marked the day when I was employed by Ward Cameron to ensure the safety of his children. I received an invitation to my boss's office, where I had the opportunity to meet Ward and discuss the specifics of my new role.

He extended his hand for a handshake and proceeded to explain his situation, suggesting that a young woman would seamlessly fit into his family and serve as an ideal undercover bodyguard. My boss then handed me three files containing the names of each child: Wheezie Cameron, Sarah Cameron, and Rafe Cameron.

After the meeting, we all stood up, and Ward returned to shake my hand once more. "Remember, no one can discover the existence of this arrangement," he emphasized, and I nodded in agreement. The reward for this assignment was set at $1 million per child or $4 million for all three. I was entrusted with their protection at any cost.

Ward Cameron had been a highly respected figure in the Outer Banks until this deal went awry. I was uncertain whether the children were aware of his business, but it was my responsibility to investigate and ensure their safety from any potential threats.

That evening, I dove into each of the files, beginning with Sarah Cameron:

Age: 16 Description: Blonde hair Height: 150cm Noteworthy details: Friends with the Pogues, straddles the line between being a Kook and classifying as a Pogue. She's exceptionally bright with outstanding grades and seems to have a close bond with her father.

These were the key highlights from her file.

Moving on to Wheezie Cameron:

She didn't appear to be of much concern, as she mostly stayed at home with Rose.

Rafe Cameron's file, on the other hand, contained the most substantial information:

Age: 20 Description: Dirty blonde hair, deep blue eyes Height: 188cm Notable details: He's a typical frat boy, the eldest child, known as the Kook Prince, has issues with anger, and appears to be somewhat spoiled.

Rafe's file was particularly intriguing because it reminded me of my own past less than two years ago.

The following day marked my first day on the job. I pulled up at Tanny Hill in my sleek Matt Black Maserati dressed in a cute beach outfit.

As I arrived, I encountered Ward, who was coming out of the house with Rose. He introduced me to Rose as one of his clients' daughters and explained that I would be staying with them for a while.

Ward kindly assisted me with my luggage and guided me indoors to meet the rest of the family. Upon entering the kitchen, I was greeted by two lovely young girls.

"Sarah, Wheezie, meet Y/N," Ward announced as he circled the island counter.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," I greeted them warmly, offering a friendly smile.

"Sarah, could you please show Y/N to her bedroom?" Ward requested, and she readily agreed. She picked up one of my suitcases and led me upstairs to the third floor. There were only two bedrooms on this level.

"This is your room, and your ensuite is through there," she indicated the closed door in the corner of the room.

"I'm having a few friends over tonight, and you're welcome to join us if you'd like," she added as she placed my suitcase on the bed.

"Yeah, I'd be delighted to join," I responded as I began unpacking my belongings.

"Great. I'm just going to change; if you need me, I'll be on the second floor, first door on the right," Sarah informed me, to which I nodded in acknowledgment.

After she left the room, I proceeded to set up all my security and surveillance equipment. Around 6 in the evening, I could hear her friends arriving, prompting me to decide to head downstairs and introduce myself.

Sarah introduced me to Kiara, Pope, JJ, and her boyfriend John B, a detail I hadn't come across in the files. We all made our way to the fire pit and gathered around, discussing how they had all met Sarah.

To be honest, they weren't my usual crowd; they were sitting there, casually smoking weed. But in the end, I reminded myself that my primary responsibility was to protect Sarah.

As the evening progressed and the temperature dropped, JJ suggested that we all get into the spa to warm up. Everyone agreed and hopped in. Since I had my bikini on underneath my clothes, there was no need for me to change. The spa, while not large, had enough room for all of us.

We stayed in for a while, engaging in a conversation about life. Eventually, Pope, JJ, and Kiara had to leave, and I got out as well to grab a drink from inside the house.

Upon reentering the house, I encountered someone who I presumed to be the eldest son, Rafe. Viewed from behind, his muscular physique was absolutely striking.

He turned around, revealing his sun-kissed, well-toned abs, which sent shivers through my body. He was undoubtedly the most handsome and attractive man I had ever seen. He was shirtless, and his pronounced V-line left little to the imagination, knowing that he’s big.

"You must be Y/N, my father mentioned you'd be staying with us," he remarked, eyeing me up and down. Closing the distance, he positioned himself a few feet away.

"Yes, I am, and you must be Rafe," I replied, playfully pointing my finger back at him with a smirk. He nodded and let out a small laugh.

"To be completely honest, when I heard one of my client's daughters was coming to stay, I wasn't thrilled. But now that I see what a beautiful girl you are, I think I've changed my mind," he confessed, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear and running his index finger along my jawline to my chin.

His touch made my cheeks flush with warmth. I took a step back and moved around him, heading for the sink to pour a glass of water. "Is that what you say to all the girls?" I quipped, looking back at him with a mischievous grin.

He chuckled and shook his head, walking over to me. I turned back around as he placed his hands on either side of my body, effectively trapping me.

"Feel like something a bit stronger than that, sweetheart?" he murmured, leaning in closer. I could feel his arousal pressing against my clothed pussy, causing me to grow increasingly aroused by the second.

"Only if you're on the menu," I flirted back, leaning in as I trailed my fingertips along his arm and up to his shoulder. "You should come join us in the spa, and then I won't be the only one that's wet," I whispered into his ear, teasingly. With that, I pushed past him and returned outside to the spa.

As we continued our time in the spa, Sarah and John B suggested playing truth or dare. It happened to be Sarah's turn to do a dare. "Sarah............I dare you to make out with Y/N," John B declared, his eyes fixed on Sarah.

Just as Sarah settled down beside me, Rafe emerged from the house and made his way over to the spa. He gracefully entered and took a seat next to me, resting his arms on the edge, with his fingertips gently brushing against my shoulder.

"Rafe, you've arrived just in time. I dared Sarah to kiss Y/N," John B announced with a grin, causing Rafe's gaze to quickly return to me.

Sarah leaned and I tilted my head, our lips connected and her hand came to my waist. My hand rested in her neck and then she slipped her tongue in.

The kiss lasted about 6 seconds and when I returned to my seat the boy's faces were red hot. I could see Rafe fixing the bulge in his pants and shifting closer to me.

Sarah took her turn and directed her gaze at her brother. "Rafe, I dare you to suck any part of Y/N's body from the neck down for 10 seconds," she challenged, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Rafe smiles and turns to me, he gestures for me to sit on the edge of the pool and he kneels down and opens my legs. He brings his head down and sucks on my inner thigh.

His nose brushes my clothed clit and moan leaves my lips. My cheeks went bright pink, but it felt so good. He knew what he was doing.

After the 10 seconds had passed, Rafe grabbed my hand and gently pulled me back into the water. We continued to enjoy our time in the spa for a few more minutes.

Eventually, Ward called out, signaling that it was time to head back inside. Reluctantly, we all made our way back to the house. John B left, and Rafe retreated to his room.

One Week Later,

Since that night in the spa, Sarah and I had become close friends. We spent most of our time by the pool or out on their jetty. She would share stories about John B and how she envisioned a future with him, along with all the typical topics that teenagers discuss.

As we strolled along the jetty, Ward approached us with an announcement. He explained that they were going to visit their grandparents for the night and would return around lunchtime the next day.

Ward instructed Sarah to pack her belongings for the overnight stay and join them in the car. After Sarah departed to prepare, he confided in me that Rafe would be staying behind while the rest of us were leaving.

"Please keep a close eye on my son," he requested. "Sometimes when we're away, he can get a bit lonely." I nodded in understanding as they drove off.

With their departure, Rafe remained in his room. He had spent the previous night at a friend's house and was nursing a hangover.

I had turned off all the lights, preparing to start watching a movie when I suddenly heard a noise outside. Although the house was securely locked up, that didn't guarantee someone couldn't find a way inside.

I cautiously approached the window and pulled back the curtain slightly to peer outside. What I saw sent a shiver down my spine: a man with a gun and a knife tucked into his back pocket.

In a rush of panic, I quickly and quietly made my way upstairs to retrieve my own gun, concealing it in my pants. My next destination was Rafe's bedroom, which fortunately was right next to mine.

Just as I was about to knock on Rafe's door, I heard the sound of glass shattering, confirming my fears that the intruder was now inside the house. My heart pounding, I moved towards the staircase and glanced over the railing, where I saw him roaming around, gun in hand, scanning for his next move.

I quietly retreated to Rafe's door, not bothering to knock. He was lying face down, wearing gray track pants. Carefully, I approached him to ensure he was still alive. Placing two fingers below his jaw, I felt for a heartbeat. His head shifted slightly as my cold fingers made contact with his skin.

He turned over, "About time -" He was cut off by my hand swiftly covering his mouth as I sat down on his bed. I sensed a smirk beneath my hand and signalled for him to remain silent. With a gentle retreat, I removed my hand.

"Shhhhhhh, don't panic. There's someone in the house, and he's armed!" I whispered urgently. Rafe attempted to rise, but I firmly pushed him back onto the bed. He sat there, trying to pull me closer, but I shook my head and went to lock the door.

Just as I was about to return to him, I heard footsteps just outside the door, followed by the intruder's phone ringing. Rafe shifted to the other side of the bed, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation.

The intruder answered his phone with an unsettling message:

"Hey, I'm in. I don't think anyone's home... I'll check all the rooms before I leave... I'll see you in 20." After ending the call, he proceeded further into my room.

I hastily returned to Rafe, grasping his arm and pulling him into the ensuite. We both entered the shower and shut the door, our hearts pounding. Moments later, we heard the intruder forcefully open the door to Rafe's room.

I paced nervously around the shower, and then Rafe's phone rang, a mistake on our part as we had left it behind when we hid.

"I know someone is here, you left your phone behind!" the intruder yelled. He continued to approach the bathroom door, and I could feel Rafe's heart racing.

I turned to him, placing my hand over his heart, and slowly retrieved my gun, aiming it towards the man. Rafe's arms enveloped me, his shock evident upon discovering the weapon in my possession.

The intruder cornered us in the bathroom, spotting both of us, and demanded that I put the gun down. However, I held my ground. "You put yours down first!" I yelled back at him.

As he stepped closer, I sensed Rafe stepping out from behind me and pushing the intruder against the wall. Rafe started throwing punches at the intruder's abdomen, but the intruder retaliated by striking Rafe over the head with the gun, causing him to collapse to the floor.

Turning back to me, the intruder saw me placing the gun into my pants and decided to challenge me directly. I signaled for him to come at me, and he lunged.

He threw punches and tried his best moves, but I managed to evade each of his attacks. When he was finally down, I used my handcuffs to secure him to the heater near the window.

I rushed back over to Rafe, who was holding his head, and the area around it had started to bleed. I helped him up and sat him on the edge of the bed. Turning away from the intruder, I knelt down to inspect Rafe's wounds. That was my second mistake.

The intruder had managed to cut himself free with his knife and sneaked up behind me, holding the knife to my throat. Rafe tried to assist, but he was in too much pain.

I shifted my body to the side, stepped on the intruder's foot, threw my head back, and thrusted my elbow into his chest, causing him to release me. He grabbed his gun and regained control of the situation.

“Bitch………I’ll kill you for that, or better yet I’ll kill him and I don’t care about the reward. Your reward enough!” The intruder's threat was chilling as he pointed the gun directly at my head, then turning to point it at Rafe.

Time seemed to slow as I considered my options and the gravity of the situation. Every move had to be calculated and precise to ensure his safety.

As the intruder menacingly questioned me with the gun pointed at his head, I could feel the tension in the room escalating. The air seemed heavy with anticipation as he asked, "Any last words, Mr. Cameron?" His finger hovered over the trigger, and the threat was imminent.

In a split-second decision to defend Rafe, I managed to wrestle the gun from his grasp and fired a shot that struck him in the chest. He stumbled backward and collapsed to the floor, but he was still alive.

I hovered over him, the gun aimed at him once more, and asked firmly, "Who do you work for?"

Bending down, I awaited his response, determined to uncover the truth behind this intrusion.

In a final act of defiance, the intruder defiantly spat out blood and threatened, "You'll die for this!"

I responded resolutely, "No, you will if you don't tell me who you work for."

With a bitter grin, he retorted, "Kill me then, they already know who shot me, see this…" He pointed to his jacket pocket. "You're on camera, bitch."

Determined to eliminate any evidence, I promptly shot his camera and then him, ending the immediate threat. Now, the challenge was to uncover the larger conspiracy that had brought him here and potentially placed us all in danger.

I turned back to where Rafe was sitting, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and admiration. He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto him, straddling my legs comfortably on his lap.

With a deft motion, he took the gun from me and tossed it behind him on the bed. The intense moment we had just experienced lingered in the air between us. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen”. His hands coming to squeeze my butt.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, my hands gently resting on his shoulders as I glanced at his deep cut. He nodded in response, and then he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

I moved closer to him, my hands snaking around his neck, and we deepened the kiss, finding comfort and solace in each other's embrace amidst the tension and danger that had just unfolded.

I pulled back from our passionate moment and glanced toward the intruder's lifeless body, then back at Rafe. "As much as I want feel you inside me, we have to clean this mess up" I said with a playful smile. Rafe agreed, and he lifted me back up.

I instructed him to go grab an old blanket, and he left to do so. Meanwhile, I began searching the intruder's body for any signs of identification, hoping to uncover some answers to the dangerous situation we had just faced.

I gathered all the personal belongings from the intruder and placed them on the bed. When Rafe returned with an extra-large blanket, I instructed him to turn the intruder on his side so we could slip the blanket underneath him.

Once that was done, he rolled the intruder back over, and I wrapped him up securely. Rafe then carried the bundled intruder downstairs.

As we descended, I asked Rafe, "Do you have any weights and rope?" He nodded and quickly fetched the necessary items from the garage, understanding the need to ensure the intruder remained concealed and secure.

We carried the intruder to the end of the jetty and placed him in the small boat. Driving the boat out into the marsh, we ensured his body was weighted down, ensuring it would sink. It was a somber and grim task that needed to be done.

Returning to the dock, it was already around 1 in the morning. We docked the boat and made our way back to the house. Heading up to Rafe's room, we set about cleaning up the blood, using bleach to remove any traces of the ordeal.

By the time we finished, both of us had blood and chemicals on our shirts.

After cleaning, Rafe turned on the shower. He removed his shirt, walked over to me, and placed a hand around my waist, tugging at my pants.

He leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips, followed by a couple on my neck. With a swift motion, he lifted my top above my head and tossed it onto the floor, igniting a passionate moment between us.

SMUT BELOW......18+

After that, he led me into the bathroom and took off his pants, showing me his rock-hard dick and the well-defined vein lines that ran down to his tip.

I licked my base lip and hauled my fingers down his toned body. He unclipped my bra with one hand while lowering my shorts and panties. He wrapped his arms around me as he led me back to the warm shower.

As I slowly moved my hand down his side to reach his big cock, I pushed my boobs against his chest. A groan left his lips and he kissed me more profound.

I slowly started to fall to my knees and moved my hand faster around his cock. I looked up at him through my lashes and opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth and started working on him.

He assembled my hair in his grasp and began face fucking me. Hot cum ropes hit my throat as I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. I carried him through his high and swallowed his seed.

He pulled me back up and kissed my lips tasting himself on me. He massaged my boobs and sucked on my left breast using his other hand to play with my other nibble. Moans left my lips uncontrollably, I threaded my fingers through his hair.

His hand left my breast and trailed down my front coming to toy with my clit. His fingers teased my entrance and inserted one finger in, pumping it in and out. As he moved quickly my fingers dug into his shoulder.

A knot started to form in my stomach, 'I was getting close. He pulled out just as I was a about to cum. “I want you to cum on my face” He said as he made his way down my throbbing pussy.

He hoisted my leg up onto his shoulder and brushed his nose against my clit making me grind my body into his face. He dove his tongue into my wet pussy and began to eat me out.

His tongue made circles and that feeling was coming up again. “Rafe….gonna…..cum” I screamed as I felt myself squirt all over his face. He licked up all my juices and rubbed at my clit again.

The feeling was so intense, I felt my legs slowly start to give way, but he held me up with his strong muscles. He stood back up and stroked himself a few times before inserting himself into me.

He lifted my leg up again to get a better angle. He stretched me out with his huge size. He started slow and then sped up his movements. Pounding into me, all that could be heard was skin slapping and our moans.

He pressed my back against the wall and lifted me up to hit me at a new and deeper angle. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled my body on his. He then let go and turned my body around. He lined himself back up and thrusted into me from behind.

My hands came to land on the shower screen, while his hand started rubbing circles on my clit. My legs started to shake again as I felt my orgasm approaching. He wrapped his strong arm around me and I arched my back and dropped my head back onto his shoulder.

I felt my walls start to clench around is cock and he quickened his pace, leaving me a moaning mess. The shower was hot and steamy and I felt him spill into me, he rode me through my high and then pulled out.

Turning me around he sat down on the bench in the shower, pulling me onto his lap straddling him and I lined myself up with him.

I rode him like my life depended on it. My boobs bounced out of control and he held on to me to for intense pleasure. I could feel the wetness in-between us starting to leak out. He thrusted up while I sunk back down, he was making me feel so full. “I think this is the best sex I’ve ever had” he said as he kissed me deeper and more passionately.

PART 2

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disfordevineaux · 1 year

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What's kind of phone I think each Carmen Sandiego character has:

Carmen: That limited edition red iPhone that came out a few years ago. Because it is red, along with a red case with a red pop socket on the back that keeps.falling.off. It's also mysteriously in perfect condition?

Player: A Google Pixel because he doesn't want to conform to the status quo of phone brands and claims he made it 'hack proof'. He sticks by it and claims it's better than any iPhone or Samsung on the market, but it's really not. And he knows that, we all know that. And no phone case because he literally can't find one for it because no one has a Google Pixel. So why make phone cases for a phone no one has?

Shadowsan: They got him an iPhone 12 Pro, big enough for him to use and see the screen because he has to view it from a distance as, and I quote 'The phone lights make his eyes blurry.' It also had one of those wallet cases mums have on their phones. He left it behind when he went on his sabbatical and got a Nokia brick and an international sim plan just for calls.

Zack: The most disgusting, feral, warped, sticky, crusty and shattered iPhone 6 in white you have ever witnessed in history yet it works completely fine despite the glass you find lodged in your finger when you use it and the centre button that is just an empty hole to the motherboard. REFUSES to get a new one because he doesn't want to lose the headphone jack and claims that apple removing it in the first place was cash grab and he will have no part in it. And honestly dam right zack I am with you there my man stay strong King xx

Ivy: She has a custom made franken-phone that is made up of various parts from all brands across the board. Alot of the parts donated from Devineaux's pile of fallen soldiers that met their doom between the 18-24 months he was actively chasing Carmen/VILE before VILE fell. Literally a beast and has a military grade case that she also crafted which she had tested. It is literally military grade, she has a certificate and everything.

Julia: Currently, a Lavender Samsung Ultra 23 256gb storage. She got it mostly for the cool pen it comes with, and because it's lavender. She updates her phone model every 2 years and sells the latter for almost the same price she bought it for because she keeps it in pristine condition. She's only ever cracked a phone once and it shook Julia to her core. It looked horrific in her opinion, the hair line crack so bad it made her gag when she brushed her finger over it. So now she always has a nice, strong silicone pastel purple case and screen protector over her phone which she cleans regularly.

Chase: He went through 6-7 phones during the 18-24 months while chasing Carmen/VILE before VILE fell. Before then and now after, he had whatever the latest phone was the year he got it regardless of the brand, about every 2-4 years or until it kicked the bucket. During that 18-24 months, he'd walk into a phone store, ask for the latest thing, and be on his way. Most of them died in his care before he even had the chance to take the back plastic off. Now, he's in far fewer situations that indanger his life or phone. Or if he is, takes the moment to hand his phone and wallet to whoever is nearby for safe keeping because he really likes the new one Julia picked out for him (which is just the same model as hers but black). Julia also being the one who made him get a case. He had no idea that phones came with their own clothing options.

Chief: Only uses holograms. But has a landline??????????????

Zari: She once owned a black Samsung A20 with a yellowing clear case back in 2015 before she was declared missing at sea? That's all the information I can get on it my sources tried their best sorry.

Brunt: Doesn't need it because she can project her voice across vast distances. Get her a rolled TV guide and she can blast your message from one side of America to the other 🇺🇸 yeehaw and also because she's scared those 5g mega hd3g Max phone microwave rays will melt her brain if she gets one of those flat things and slaps it to her face like an genz zombie.

Bellum: Has 17 Ipads all with different cases on them.

Cleo: She has other people do that phone thing for her so she isn't sure what kind of phone she has and I don't know either.

Maelstrom: A telepathic link chip he had installed into his brain to connect to cell towers. It doesn't really work... Or do anything... But it's in there so.... Yeah?

Dash: A Samsung flip BECAUSE ITS JUST AS PRETENTIOUS AS HE IS and so he can snap it shut to prove a point. He's been through like 10 of them because he snaps them closed too slay-ily damaging it. No case because I have no idea how you'd even get a case for it?? Like it folds? I don't know.

Paper Star: Lives off grid.

Sheena: A white iPhone 11 with a gold trim case that has a huge crack down the front. The back glass is completely shattered, but it doesn't stop her from endlessly scrolling through those insta reels about reviewing different tanning lotion brands.

Crackle: An oily iPhone with the most humongous case you've ever seen. You could drop it and it would bounce around like a ping pong ball. The grease that covers the lens gives his selfies an air brushed vibe to them that he just loves.

Mimebomb: An invisible 1970s orange rotary phone.

Neal: That mystic purple conch shell with the pull string from that one spongebob episode that answered questions or something. You know what I'm talking about don't make me pull up a picture.

Topo and Chev: They share one phone so covered in stickers you can't even tell what kind it is but its probably an iPhone. It's filled with couples selfies and can only work when permanently charging so it's always connected to a power bank that is also covered in stickers. Ugh.

#tag yourself Im the invisible 1970s orange rotary phone #i was bored and inspired by my new phone #Carmen Sandiego #disfordevineaux #chase devineaux #julia argent #cs 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandiego 2019 #cs ivy #cs zack

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A Guide to Sleep Token

This will be a post for new fans looking to learn some basic/surface level information about the band Sleep Token.

*Cracks typing knuckles*

So basically, Sleep Token is an “atl-prog-blackened shoegaze”(what it sounds like to me) band from Britain. People mostly associate them with heavy metal (myself included) But in reality, no one really knows what genre they are and I think the band likes it that way.

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Lore / Terms to Know

Their lore goes that the lead singer had a dream where he encountered an elder God called "Sleep" (its actual name is impossible for the human tongue to speak) thus, he created the band to make music in worship to the God.

They call their songs "offerings", presumably to Sleep.

Concerts are called "rituals".

When you buy merchandise, you are "consuming" it.

The term "worship" is used by the band and fans as a form of acknowledgement.

The band has a total of 7 members and are known as "vessels". All are anonymous, using masks, body paint, and robes to hide themselves. It is said they do this because their music is more important than their identities.

Band Members

4 of them are at the front and are identified with Roman numerals:

I / Vessel

(I) Also known as Vessel (V or Vess) is the lead singer/vocalist of the band and wears a sculpted mask with an exposed mouth. His mask changes based on the album. His vocal range is like no other, at one point singing like an angel before immediately shifting gear into a black metal scream.

(II) is the drummer. A fantastic one at that. His solos are godly, very reminiscent of jazz or gospel. (I believe he started the band alongside Vessel) Check out “An Offering from II” on YouTube to see him go crazy.

Recently he did an interview with Drumeo on YouTube where he talks about his influences and does drum playthroughs of a few songs that demonstrate his drumming prowess.

III

(III) is the bassist, or the "bassy boy" as many fans call him. He is quite the character on stage. His energy is unmatched. You'll often find him prancing on the right side of the stage or laying on his back trying to get Vessel's attention (and Vessel does)

(IV) is the guitarist, often has a covert/cool energy to him but he can be just as captivating as III. Over time he's developed a bit of a flirtatious side toward the crowd. Fuckboy energy(affectionate). He also provides sub vocals, raw screaming certain parts when Vessel is busy singing his heart out lol.

Vesselettes

Then there are the 3 last members, the choir or vessellettes. They are the three cloaked figures in the back who provide sub-vocals/harmonies. They may not be too audible on certain recorded tracks, but live they sound absolutely heavenly, making songs go from amazing to spectacular!

Music

Song structure-wise, the best way I can call it is measured emotional chaos. Fans are still trying to decipher their meanings here and on Reddit.

But what seems to be the theme is toxic relationships, unhealthy coping, romantic trauma, bitter sweat endings, and eventual closure. It's really gripping stuff I'll tell ya. You gotta hear it for yourself to really understand.

There is ALOT more but that's about a general rundown.

They have 2 EPs called "One" and "Two". These are the band's earliest work but they are still fantastic.

They've only got 3 albums out as of writing this. "Sundowning", "This Place Will Become Your Tomb", and "Take Me Back to Eden"(the one released this year)

Songs I recommend as a launch point:

Jaws

The Offering

Higher

Hypnosis

Alkaline

The Love You Want

The Summoning

My personal favorites :)

All of "One"

All of "Two"

Dark Signs

High Water

Ascensionism

Vore

Take Me Back to Eden

They also have Instagram for the band and their personas. But please avoid trying to uncover their identities, They wish to remain anonymous.

https://www.instagram.com/sleep_token/

https://www.instagram.com/ii_sleeptoken/

https://www.instagram.com/iii_sleeptoken/

https://www.instagram.com/iv_sleeptoken/

Hope you like these spooky goobers.

Other fans are free to comment and/or reblog with additional information or fun facts I missed.

Worship.

#not art #my sleep token sure is lol #sleep token #sleep token band #sleep token vessel #sleep token ii #sleep token iii #sleep token iv #worshitposting #okay back to art lol #i could talk about these nerds all day #sleep token guide

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I just adore the idea that Flower Fruit Mountain became a sort of safe haven/getaway for the pilgrims' decendants and overtime the various families just... forgot that this was THAT mountain after generations of information being diluted and forgotten until someone just... accidentally stumbled upon Wukong fresh from the dirt

Secret cool family mountain island.

Plus the rings of volcanos (either a security messure by Wukong, or a result of the Burning) make it super hard for anyone other than a pair of dragons who can fly over, a really good boatman + pig, or a really lucky castaway scholar.

Sandy has known of the island for a while now. He's the only boatman brave/hardy enough to discover the exact inlets between the volcanos that safely pass into the paradise beyond. He keeps it a tight secret - not wanting the island to be victim to the greed of the modern day.

Pigsy and Tang are the next to learn about it. Both had gotten themselves into personal troubles and needed an escape from the world. So their friend Sandy offered to show them a spot where the magic privacy wards were strong, and where they could just be alone with their thoughts. Sandy hesistates to land the boat on the island for real, sensing a strong magic that repels potiential trespassers.

Pigsy appriciates the quiet for once. He wonders what ungrateful jerks do have special access to the paradise as he watches from the side of the ship. He saw dragons flying overhead once - maybe its exclusive to them?

Tang has a major historian/fantasy nerd moment when he sees the location of the region on Sandy's map. It's a dead ringer for the lost country of Alolai! The ancestral home of Monkey Demonkind and the birthplace of the Monkey King himself!! This could be a huge discovery!!! Sandy and Pigsy warn their friend about jumping to conclusions; its likely just a really isolated spot in the middle of the ocean. Tang pouts and disagrees, suggesting that if he could explore the island, he might find remnants of what people could have lived their before.

Tang accidentally puts his theory to the test when a freak storm knocks him off the boat and into the waters surrounding the island. He finds himself washed up on the shoreline of the island, confused/cautiously smug at why the protective wards allowed him access. He immediately ignores the survival aspect of his experience and begins exploring the island to his heart's content - blissfully unaware that Pigsy and Sandy are busy tearing the shoreline apart trying to find him.

The Ao-Longs find themselves in a predicament as they notice that they actually can't hire anyone to follow them onto the island. The wards take one look at what appears to be an invasion of dragons like "Nope. No Entry." and spits all the hired help/guides out. The Ao Longs believe their ancestor gained special permission to visit the island and that only related members of Sea dragon royalty can step foot on it. They mostly just saw it as a "panic room" of sorts when they truly needed to be alone (also alone together wink wink).

The day they meet Wukong was when the couple decided that they desperately needed an "off-grid" vacation from the modern world, esp with their super curious and attention-demanding pup.

A certain dragon pup wanders off and finds both a very pretty waterfall, and a very confused human looking at it...

Lil Mei: "Water slide!!" Tang: "OH SWEET BUDDHA NO!!" *jumps in after her* (*both find themselves in an odd cave...*) Tang: "I am freaking out so hard right now, but please never do that again!!" Lil Mei: *delighted giggling* Tang, looking around: "Wow this place hasn't had a good dusting in a while... I'mma just look around for cool stuff before we try getting out, k?" Lil Mei clinging to Tang's robe: "Yep!"

And ofc... a very curious pair find an odd lump/marker in the dirt of the cave that makes the scholar wonder if it's the burial place for a beloved heirloom or pottery. With the assistance of little dragon claws, he manages to unearth what looks like a weird monkey statue (very cool).

Until the staute begins glowing with a powerful magic energy... (0_ 0)

#century stone egg au #stone egg talk #lmk aus #sun wukong #lmk tang #lmk pigsy #lmk sandy #lmk mei's parents #lmk mei #long xiaojiao #lmk #lego monkie kid

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TW/ mention of rape (nongraphic by a priest) and the Native Genocide

In Honor of Indigenous Awareness Month here's a quick overview what my life has looked like being Indigenous

My parents didn't raise me Native, bc they were told that being white was better. So I didn't have much other than just the dreamcatchers on the walls and some stories my Grandma told me.

It wasn't until I had a dream about some ones funeral the night they passed in their sleep that Grandma told me it was bc of me being Native.

I didn't know what that was supposed to mean. I didn't know what that meant to me.

Flash forward a few years, I've had a couple dreams here and there but more-so I've been hungry. I'd been searching the internet, searching books, asking my grandma questions. Information, correct information at that, was hard to come by. But when I found the right sources, oh boy was there so much. Everything was so vibrant, everything felt familiar. It was more interesting than learning about the Greeks in class, any history lesson, any religion less, it was full and enticing and beautiful, but we never learned about it. Because the U.S. would rather let something this beautiful be swept under the rug rather than admitting to a genocide.

I'm more into my culture now. My family is more into my culture now. I'm learning my language. I've connected with new relatives.

I will never forget the day that my Grandma told me she was proud of me for making her and the family better.

I've been having more dreams. My spirit guide (a black indigenous man who when i first met offered my a drink at a bar) always warns me when something bad is about to happen, or I'm making the right choice about a big decision.

But I've been laughed at for my name. Nobody can say it right.

I cannot register for enrollment in the tribe, despite my Grandma being full blood. It just so happened that my Grandma's parents were from two separate tribes, and the Blood Quantum only takes one. Thats why I don't count, even tho I have that blood from my mother's side, and some extra from my Father, who is mostly yaqui but was adopted.

My relative said "you know what horses, dogs, and Indians all have in common"

The government requires them to have a pedigree

No white person ever knows what a blood quantum is. I have to explain it. It's current and active genocide.

Nobody knows about ICWA. I wrote my final paper on it. My professor gave me a personalized note saying that he thinks that I'm going to go places, and that was one of the best essays he got. He could feel my passion through the page. My people are dying.

When I said a Native prayer because I was showing off how much I had learned, a acquaintance started making nonsense noise at me, making fun of the way I sounded.

When I smudged at a Halloween Party because some people wanted me to help protect them for evil, some people started laughing that I was doing witch craft.

The first tag that pulls up when I search Native is "#Native Women"

I'm three times as likely to get sexually assaulted. Not by other Native people. By White people.

People don't say I look Native. But if you look for more than one second, that's wrong. I get pale in the winter but really dark in the summer, like a lot of Natives. My face is Native. I have my mother's cheekbones. I wear my weight like a every Native I've ever seen about my size. My hair is dark. My eyes squint when I smile. I was always told to take photos again and again bc I was blinking. I didn't know that was a Native thing. My Grandma said people don't think I'm Native because they're so stupid they'd only realize if I wore a beaded headband and a ribbon skirt.

I have to explain and ask teachers all the time if they know something they are showing in class is racists. Sometimes its a yes, and we'll talk about that, or a no, but can you talk about that. My brother who is 13 was never taught about what happened to the native people, and only knew because I told him. I've always have had to know, because nobody else does.

I left the church after the curtain was pulled back. My Grandma who is 70 was forced into a Catholic School when she was young. The priest raped the girls

I was told never to go to the reservation. My mom remembers it as poverty, going to the salvation army and picking up clothes. My grandma remembers it as the place where she was an alcoholic, and she's fought to stay sober for more than half her life now but that only started when she left. My Aunt remembers it as the place her mama got beat by her good for nothing White Ex Husband.

I have no representation. All the old shit is always racist. I'm used as a figure head at sports and as decorations, I'm not human to them.

Nobody admits the Genocide is currently happening.

My sister was pulled in without her permission to the front office with no warning to talk for morning announcements how's she just like the rest of the white kids despite being Native. They gave her a script. Then afterwords they had the audacity to ask for a photo of her in her childhood doing 'native things'. Mom laughed and said she should've told her she didn't have any photos because she was "just like them".

I realized school was never for me, because I was always learn better the Indian way.

Whenever I see a Native person in the wild, and they notice me, there is already a bond there. If I asked them for anything, to talk, for a ride, they would give it to me. If they did so, so would I. My native friends i met in college I adored like they were my cousins.

I've learned that despite me being raised white, I was actually raised Native. My parents give and give and give. They give to the community, their lives are dedicated to help people. That's the Native way. We bleed compassion, and if someone in my community needs my last 5 bucks, they'll get it because I know someone else in my community will help me to not starve, and when they are starving I'll help them too.

Please listen to Native people. Here's to Indigenous Awareness Month.

#mine #text post #native american #indigenous #activism #native american history #native american rights #native pride

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thestarkerisobvious · 11 months

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Goncharov (Has A Happy Ending)

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Chapter 1 - Time And Her Cruel Games

“There’s no happy ending for people like us, Andrey. Only the misfortune of time and her cruel games of fancy.”

Tony’s mouth on his was warm and gentle and amazing, and was quickly driving all thoughts out of his head.

At least, that’s what Peter thought. Up until Tony’s hands began working his ass again.

They had promised themselves they were going to sleep now. At least,

that’s what they had said in the shower. Peter, certainly, was up for a little shut-eye. Even Tony, the notorious insomniac, had admitted he was ready to try.

“And you can’t blame jetlag anymore,” Peter reminded him, and not for the first time. They had been in Naples for two days now. Peter was actually eager to get out and see Naples, but so far they were still holed up at the top of the hotel. No one knew they were in Italy, not yet. Technically they were waiting for Tony to get the word that things were ready in New York. While Spider-Man was getting photographed webbing up bad guys in NYC, THAT was when Tony and Peter would make their appearance.

Ever since word got out that the face of Stark Industries was dating a hot youthful intern, the press had started to make noise about Ironman and Spider-Man. Tony had taken the opportunity to whisk Peter away into hiding, claiming it was all about protecting “Underoos” secret identity. Peter didn’t argue - he wasn’t in the habit of arguing with his older lover - even though he thought his secret identity’s days were numbered. And that was okay with him. Now that he was an official Avenger, and officially Tony’s boyfriend, the whole ‘secret identity’ thing seemed a little childish.

But he said nothing as Tony made his plans. There was a Spider-Man double who was geering up to take the stage - a friendly Avenger had volunteered for the role - now they were just waiting for the go-ahead. Until then, it was their job to hide in the hotel.

At least, that's what they were telling themselves.

Of course… all this laying around naked in each other’s arms all day and catnapping between sex was turning out to be very pleasant… and neither were very eager to give it up.

And it didn’t help that everything they needed was right there on hand. In breaks between love-making Peter lazed about, googling all the landmarks that he wanted to see, and Tony was having all the information on the most famous tourist attractions sent up to the hotel room. He himself had spent many summers there with his “Nonna” and knew a great deal of the country intimately, and was happy to serve as Peter’s tour guide. When the time came.

Of course, that would require putting their clothes on. Which so far they hadn’t really managed to do.

“But mostly I want to see the clocktower, the real one. And the place where you say they actually filmed the scene,” Peter had explained as they worked out their Itinerary with FRIDAY - all a plan for The Day that they wanted to be seen and serendipitously photographed as a couple. “It HAS to be RIGHT by the wall where they shot that scene - the one that everybody recognizes. We’ll have to get pics of us by the actual clocktower, obviously…”

Tony was more than a little surprised that Peter was familiar with the movie at all… let alone such an expert on its shooting history, or the authenticity of the locale. Let alone the accompanied history of Naples, Italy.

“It was an important movie for me… in my formative years…” Peter had said with a shy shrug and a ducked head. That gesture alone told Tony that this was one secret he was going to learn.

It had been last night (or was it the morning before? Time was losing all meaning for them in the hotel suite, and Tony loved it that way) that Peter had finally made his confession.

They were laying skin-to-skin in a tangle of white sheets on the mammoth bed when he began to whisper the story. “Imagine me, at thirteen, recovering from a tonsillectomy, with nothing to watch on tv… we only had cable then and I was too sick to get up and find a DVD… just flipping through channels. It came on. I had no idea what I was looking at… but the remote’s batteries were wearing out and I was too miserable to get up to do anything about it. That’s why I watched it all the way through. I thought it was really boring at first… but then…”

Sometimes he giggled and blushed, sometimes he hid his face in Tony’s neck and begged for a reprieve. He didn’t want to tell this story, which was all the more reason that Tony needed to hear it.

“I thought it was really hot,” Peter finally whispered. ”These men… they were supposed to hate each other but… but that’s not what it looked like to me…

“And I guess…” He faltered again and covered his face with one hand. Even here, laying lip to lip, toe to toe with his lover, he tried to hide.

“I guess that was the day I first started to imagine…” he said, leaning up another two inches to whisper the secret into Tony’s ear. “What those two, handsome men really wanted to do with each other. I didn’t think they really wanted all that violence. I think they just wanted to do this…” He molded his long, lean body against Tony’s, entwining their legs and tightening his arms, trailing kisses down Tony’s bare shoulder.

Tony wanted to know more, of course. Discovering the movie, the moment that had triggered Peter’s sexual awakening felt like a perfect, surprise clue and all he wanted was more. But Peter was too tight-lipped about those earliest fantasies. No amount of teasing, bribing or begging would get Tony any more information. Finally, he gave up.

“And of course we’re in love… that’s why I tried to shoot you…” Tony finally joked.

“If we were really in love you wouldn’t have missed,” Peter quoted back with a grin.

He was rewarded with a kiss. A warm, gentle, amazing kiss that made Peter wonder if he should remind Tony about his promise to try to get some sleep… hard to do when Tony’s free hand working its way around and back into interesting places…

“Again?” Peter thought about saying (although he was certainly up for one more go. They had never done it three times in one night, but there was a first time for everything, wasn’t there?) But instead, when he opened his mouth, he heard the word “Amazing.”

“Hmmm?” Tony asked, pulling up from the kiss just a little. Peter looked up at him in the morning sunlight, a little embarrassed. HE hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

But now Tony was looking down at him with those incredible dark eyes, and he had to speak. “I said… amazing. You’re amazing,” he whispered.

“You’re amazing….”Tony replied, and Peter found himself look up into Tony’s face and seeing something that hadn’t been there before. Something that almost looked like… fear? Doubt?”

“You’re amazing – everything about you is amazing…” the older man was saying now, his voice falling into a whisper. “... and your mind is incredible and your body is… and the things you let me do to you in bed…”

Peter had to look away, blushing a little and hiding in Tony’s chest. “The things you ‘let’ me do to you in bed” was a strange way to put it – as if Peter hadn’t asked for it, as if he wasn’t constantly begging for more…

“But…”

A silence filled the room. Peter blinked up in alarm.

“...but?”

He looked up into Tony’s face just in time to see him reaching up to adjust glasses that weren’t there.

Peter had seen the gesture a million times - Tony’s glasses were the armor he wore when he wasn’t wearing armor. Peter had seen Tony make that move so many times before… but never around him. This was the first, and his eyes widened when he realized Tony was trying to protect himself.

“...but… sometimes… well sometimes you reach down and find the watch in the same place the gun was hidden. Sometimes… dammit kid.” He shrugged, his eyes fell.

He had seen the movie too.

“Sometimes… winter just comes to Naples.”

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This is chapter 1 of 3. The whole story will be posted here this month.

story by @thestarkerisobvious

incredible art by @mrstarksbaby

Follow the tag #MrStarksBabyIsObvious Series to see what ELSE we’ve got up our sleeve...

#Starker #Peter Parker/Tony Starker #Tony Stark/Peter Parker #MrStarksBabyIsObvious Series #Goncharov #ben's moodboards #TheWitchwayWritesStuff #long post

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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Their S/O Gets Kidnapped

Atsushi Nakajima X Reader Osamu Dazai X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you do one where Dazai and Atsushi's s/o gets kidnapped?

Warnings - Kidnapping, though not explict

Atsushi Nakajima

🐅 At first he thought that you were just out on a mission but once it got to lunch time and he hadn’t heard from you he started to worry. 🐅 When the others said that they hadn’t heard from you either, that was when the real panic set in, Kunikida ordered him to go to your place to make sure that you weren’t just sick or something. 🐅 He got there and found that your door was wide open and he knew that there was something wrong so he called the ADA to inform them that something was wrong. 🐅 Atsushi literally will not rest unless you are safe back at the agency, he doesn’t stop looking, he doesn’t rest, he doesn’t eat. Everyone wants to find you mostly because they want you safe but also because they’re scared he’ll literally die if they don’t.

“You realise I’m part of an agency right? Even if you kill me they’ll still look into you they’ll find everything I’ve found. Are you going to kidnap all of them too?” You asked. “We won’t need to once we’ve killed you it’ll send a message.” The man in front of you said. “You think you can kill me?” You asked. “Shut up.” He ordered, the growl that sounded behind him made you smile. “There’s my big scary tiger.” You mumbled to yourself as his eyes fell on you in the corner, the tiger ran forward, swiping at the man who dodged out of the way, Kunikida ran over to you, cutting the ropes around your wrists, you looked at him “what happened?” “They told him you were dead.” Kunikida answered and you nodded. “Get that guy out of here, I’ll deal with Atsushi.” You said as you moved in front of the tiger putting your arms out wide. “Come here.” You called, he looked at you for a second, the growling stopped and he slowly approached you, you wrapped your arms around his when he got close enough to you and a second later his arms were wrapped around your waist. “They told me you were dead.” Atsushi said, you could hear that he was crying, you squeezed him. “I’m right here.” You promised. “Don’t do that again.” He pleaded as he pulled you closer. “I’ll try not to.” You smiled softly as you guided him to a standing position, he finally leaned back pressing a kiss to your forehead before linking your hands and leading you out of the underground holding room.

That night he didn’t let you go home. Instead he took you back to his place where you stayed. Kyoka cooked and you all ate together, she expressed her happiness that you were back and you all watched a movie, she was the first to fall asleep. “Maybe you should move in here.” Atsushi suggested. “Bub I’d love to but you literally live in a closet. This is a one bedroom apartment.” You reminded him. “But you could move into my place, you and Kyoka if she wants.” “Yeah, I like the idea of that.” He nodded, and your hand moved up to run through his hair as his eyes started to close. “We’ll talk about this more in the morning, just rest for now.” You encouraged. “I should be saying that to you.” He mumbled. “Don’t worry I’ll fall asleep soon enough.” As promised your eyes close too as you settle next to him.

Osamu Dazai

🩹 Dazai knew something was wrong the moment that your phone went to voicemail, you always answered his calls no matter what you were doing. 🩹 Dazai doesn’t actually tell anyone that he is worried, instead he investigates himself, he has an idea of who has taken you and where they might have taken you. To the ADA they have two missing members but the truth is that one of them has just gone AWOL. 🩹 Dazai did find you within a couple of hours, you having been used as bait to get him to talk to the Port Mafia. 🩹 Chuya and Koyo were the ones there, their subordinates keeping hold of you, you were mumbling something but he couldn’t hear you though the person holding seemed to want you to shut up.

“What do you want Chuya?” Dazai asked. “If I had known she was the way to get you to talk to us I would have taken her years ago.” Chuya sneered. “Years ago it wouldn’t have had the same effect.” You informed him from your place behind him. “I loved you years ago.” Dazai pouted as he spoke and you raised an eyebrow. “So you claim.” You mumbled. “Don’t be like that.” He smirked “now are you going to continue playing the damsel in distress or are you going to come over here?” “Don’t you want to hear what they have to say?” You asked elbowing the guy that was holding you. “Not really.” Dazai answered. “Really?” You asked. “Thought you were old friends.” “Hardly.” Chuya muttered as he moved forward, you used your ability to teleport out of his reach. You appeared next to Dazai and looked you over quickly before looking at Chuya. “Next time we won’t be so polite.” He warned and you looked at him and rolled your eyes, turning away from them. “If there’s no fight here can we leave?” You asked. “Yeah yeah.” Dazai answered, turning away from the two mafia members, you could hear Chuya make a noise of disapproval as you both walked away.

“Why did you let them take you?” Dazai asked. “I really wanted to know what they wanted.” You answered. “Did you find out?” He asked. “They really want our new weretiger.” You answered. “Why is that?” He asked. “Well he’s worth a lot of money, someone else is looking for him.” You explained as you took his hand. “Just be more careful next time, Chuya is dangerous, you know.” He reminded you and you nodded. “I know… He’s as dangerous as you are.” You smirked and he narrowed his eyes before pulling you to fall into step with him as he headed back to the ADA building.

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Silence - Chapter 36

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary = With the pregnancy confirmed, Ana tells Tommy the news.

Warnings = Language, Grammar, Sexual Themes, Pregnancy announced, Violence mentioned, Gang Activity mentioned,

Word Count = 2456

Note = This is a little soft chapter, I like writing this side of the Shelby family. We don’t see it on the screen, not often anyway. They are a close family and I can see this actually happening in their private lives. Anyways enjoy.

Oh and I found the bloody keep reading thing...do we like it?

And as for the name vote we are tied between Roselle and Penelope... I take it we all wanna see Tommy the girl dad right? Lol Love you all.

I couldn’t concentrate the rest of the day. Polly had disappeared after lunch, organising a meeting with the woman she knew, the smile never leaving her face while I sat at my desk going over her words in my head.

I shouldn’t be surprised having sex mostly ended with a baby unless there was an issue and clearly, neither Tommy or I had any problems. I just never thought about it really happening, not really.

I wasn’t even married.

Feeling the vomit rise in my throat I leaned down to the bin next to my desk, the remains of my small breakfast coming up.

“Oh dear, should you even be opened Anastasia clearly you aren’t well.” Mrs Anderson voice brought my head back up with a loud exhale as I tried to shake off the nausea.

Smiling weakly at the woman I waved off her concern, asking her what she needed. Holding up a small pair of shorts in her hands she asked if I could mend the holes and loosen the hem by a few inches because her grandson was going through another growth spurt.

“I’ll have it ready by close of shop today.” Standing to my feet, taking the shorts from her hand and placing them on top of the emerald green material that lay next to my desk.

Biding her a farewell I glanced down at the beautiful shade of green staring up at me, my first thought was that the waist would need to be elastic to coincide with the baby weight.

Baby weight, actually baby weight. I had a baby growing inside of me. Tommy’s baby inside of me. A low chuckle escaped my lips as I looked into the mirror, the smile growing on my face as I tried to make out a bump that was yet to appear.

I was having Thomas Shelby’s baby.

“Tommy is going to be thrilled.” Polly linked arms with me as we made our way through the streets, making our way back to Watery Lane trying to avoid the preying eyes of the people around us.

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Placing my hand on my stomach, I felt myself enter a state of shock. Although knowing the information all day, having it confirmed was a completely different experience. Polly was grinning from ear to ear when the woman delivered the news, I was in fact 100% pregnant.

“I hope so.” I tell her with a small smile, inhaling through my nose.

An unknown feeling coursing through my veins, it was a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Although Tommy claimed to want a baby during sex yesterday, that didn’t necessarily mean he wanted one right?

Not only was I worried about Tommy’s reaction but part of me was concerned I would end up like my mother. A hateful, spiteful woman that acted like a child when they didn’t get their own way much like her mother before her.

“Of course he will darling, you two are made for one another and for you to be carrying his child…oh Ana love it’s the best possible news.” Polly grinned, guiding me around the puddles and towards the betting shop.

“Is Tommy here?” I asked walking in behind her. Scudboat stood by the door collecting the money boxes from the desks, a nod of his head as acknowledge our presence.

“I believe so. He called a family meeting late this afternoon.” Polly nodded, walking into her caged office, placing her bag on the table along with her hat before resting her coat on the back of the chair.

“Oh…” I nodded slowly taking a step back.

“Ana love nothing has changed, it’s still the same meetings as before with your family.” Polly encourage seeing my withdrawal, a small smile tugging at my lips when she referred to me as family.

I had no issue with the Shelby family meetings when James was alive, purely because the things they spoke about, I had convinced myself, never really happened. When in fact the violence and gang activity truly happened, it just didn’t affect me, until it did.

“I just don’t know if I’m ready.”

“Only one way to find out love” Tommy’s voice came from behind me causing me to jump at his unexpected presence. He was like a cat sometimes, just appearing unannounced from the shadows.

Behind me he stood dressed immaculately in his three piece suit, the light catching his gold pocket watch making it look like a diamond hanging from his waistcoat. Leaning against the door jam, his hands rested in his trouser pockets as he looked between Polly and I, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I’ll leave you two to talk, meeting starts in ten minutes.” Polly explained, moving around her desk, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder, smiling widely at Tommy as she passed.

“What’s put her in a good mood?” Tommy asked taking a hand from his pocket to point at his aunt’s back as she made her way towards the dining room area of her former home, a confused look on his face as he turned to look at me.

Biting my lip, I watched my fingertips to dance along the top of Polly’s desk as I thought of a way to word the things that needed to be said.

“Stace?” Tommy asked stepping into the small office to place a hand under my chin bringing my attention to his. His blue eyes filled with nothing but love and warmth looking into my own.

“When is good time Tommy?” I blurted out, silently cursing myself for not making much sense when I noticed his head tilt to the side, eyes squinting in confusion. “When John said about making me a wife, your wife, you said in good time. When is good time?”

Tommy’s hand dropped from my chin to go up to his face, rubbing a wide hand across his mouth, his eyes moving towards the corner of the room as he thought of his answer.

“I know you have brought up the idea of me being your wife before but I didn’t think you were serious. We were fighting Tommy and you can’t just drop something like that in an argument it’s not fair.”

“Even though we were fighting, you did say no Stace.” He pointed out. His body language completely changing, he was almost nervous? Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one was around to overhear.

“I didn’t say no, well I did but I didn’t mean it. I meant that with everything that was happening I didn’t but I do, I want to be your wife Tommy.”

“Are you proposing to me Stace?” Tommy asked, eyebrows furrowed down but a smirk grew on his face as my cheeks started to redden under his stare.

“What, no! No, I- I wouldn’t- Do you want? – Stop!” I started to stumble over my words, my face becoming redder and redder.

Tommy just looked at me with a playful expression on his face, his mouth opening to continue to tease me but I spoke just before he got a chance. “I’m pregnant Tommy.”

The words came out quick but loud, the silence in the room telling me that he heard what I had to say. It had become so silent, I was sure if I were to drop a pin I would hear it without any difficulty.

“TOMMY, let’s go some of us have a whore to fuck.” Arthur’s loud voice carried through the shop, my face twisting up in disgust at his choice of words.

Tommy stood in a stunned silence before me, his mouth opened slightly when his jaw fell at my words. It wasn’t how I wanted to tell him. God I wanted it to come out a lot more controlled, happier even not blurted out like it was a problem we both had to deal with.

“Tommy?” I cautiously spoke. Reaching forward I put my foot out to take a step forward before deciding against it, staying exactly where I was, afraid to move.

“TOMMY BOY” Arthur howled again from the dining room of the Shelby residence.

I knew if someone didn’t answer him he would come back here and see his brother in a frozen like state and wonder what was going on, meaning I would either have to tell him the truth or come up with some believable lie, something I wasn’t great at.

Inhaling through my nose, I clasped my hands in front of me by my waist, taking a step forward to leave the room to find Polly, knowing she would know what to do. I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I was expecting from Tommy but it wasn’t this.

Just as I went to pass him, he moved. Stopping me in my tracks he held me in place, his blue eyes dropping down to my face, moving down to my breasts, his hands came up and rested on them, giving them a small squeeze but not as rough as Polly’s grasp earlier.

“I thought they felt bigger.” He mumbled to himself, studying them both beneath his hands.

“Excuse me?” I squeaked reaching up to push his hands from my cleavage but he held on for a moment longer before removing them, taking my hands in his and placing them on my stomach.

“We have a baby in here?” He asked, eyes finally meeting mine. Blue eyes twinkling with happiness. This was the reaction I wanted.

“We do.” I nodded happily, smiling widely. “Confirmed by Polly’s woman this evening. She believes I am ten weeks already.”

“Your carrying my baby.” He grinned, perfect white teeth on display as he looked down on me, his hands holding mine to my stomach not allowing me to leave.

Bending down he captured my lips in his in a sweet yet passionate kiss. His hands slipped from mine, wrapping themselves around my waist as he pushed me back towards Polly’s desk causing a gasp to escape my lips.

“You fucking beautiful woman.” He breathed, kissing along my jaw, making his way towards my neck immediately finding that sweet spot, a loud moan came from my lips as I ran my hands up his toned chest, resting them on his shoulders. “You’re gonna look fucking perfect, all round with my baby, eh”

“Tommy…Tommy…. Stop, Tommy stop.” I moaned pushing against his shoulders. Moving away from him, I tried to catch my breath, the wetness in my panties gathering into a puddle, begging to be released.

“Am I making your horny love?” Tommy grinned, pecking small kisses on my lips.

“Not funny Tom. Your family is literally around the corner.” I huffed out, returning the pecks as best I could.

“TOMMY” Arthur’s loud voice boomed, glancing over Tommy’s shoulder, there he was standing by the door a smirk growing on his face. “She is a lovely lass Tom but wait to you get home to fuck her eh?”

Grinning from ear to ear, Tommy took my hand into his pulling me into him before turning to face his brother. Seeing Tommy smile so big confused him, especially after he interrupted him getting some.

“You feeling alright there Tom?” Arthur asked as we passed, Tommy holding my hand as he pulled me through the shop and into the dining room, the family all sitting around waiting for him to enter. Each one throwing a confused look at his smile, all of them except Polly.

Allowing Arthur to pass, I tried to pull myself from the head of the table but Tommy refused to let me go. Looking over at him, I silently asked him to let me go but he simply shook his head, bringing the family meeting to a start.

“Alright firstly I want to welcome back Anastasia to the meetings. She has been well and truly missed but she is back where she belongs, by my side.” He grinned giving my hand a squeeze as he addressed the family.

Blushing, I nod my head at the seven pairs of eyes looking at me. I hated attention, I could feel my face going even redder, silently praying Tommy would continue the meeting without me having to stand next to him.

“Now I originally called this meeting to discuss our expansion business in London but I’ve recently got some news and with permission I would like to share it…” He trailed off looking over at me, squeezing my hand in his so I would look at him.

Inhaling deeply I looked around the table each family member’s furrowed except for Polly’s, she just made eye contact, giving me a wink. Turning back to Tommy, I swallowed back any reservations I had nodding my head at him, silently granting his request.

“You sure?” He asked quietly, ignoring the impatient noises coming from the table.

“I’m sure Tommy.” I nodded with a small smile.

“Alright, this evening Polly here has taken this beautiful young woman to see Mrs Holden down at Manorway…”

“Manorway? Ain’t that where you took Ada when she was…” John interrupted looking over at his aunt before stopping mid-sentence, eye widening as he turned to look at me. “No way, no fucking way.”

“What? What?” Arthur asked sitting up straighter in his seat throwing his arms on the table glaring at his between his brother’s for some answers.

“Fuck that is amazing news, congratulations.” John grinned pushing his chair back, the wood screeching along the wooden floors.

Walking towards me, he held his arms out for a hug, prompting Tommy to release my hand so I could return it. Once he pulled away he slapped his older brother on the shoulder, congratulating him with a wide smile, one that Tommy was only to happy to return.

“Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on? Who is Mrs Holden?” Arthur asked scratching the back of his head, his moustache twitching in frustration as he looked around the room for answers only he was met with the same confusion from Charlie, Curly and Finn.

“Mrs Holden is a woman I go to regarding woman things Arthur.” Polly grinned patting her eldest nephew on the forearm.

“Like when you bleed?” Finn asked, face contorting into disgust as he looked between his aunt and myself.

“No Finn, when…” Polly was going to continue when Tommy interrupted, putting the remaining men out of there misery.

“Stace is pregnant” Tommy announced, wrapping an arm around my shoulder pulling me back towards him when John return to stand behind Esme, who was looking up at me with a bright smile of her own.

“She is going to have my baby. We have a new Shelby joining the ranks”

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