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awritessomething · 3 months

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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

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best-childhood-book · 8 months

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#best childhood book #poll #preliminary round #peter and the starcatchers #the trumpet of the swan #my side of the mountain #the black stallion #magisterium #the two princesses of bamarre #beka cooper #trickster’s duology #damar

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deadpresidents · 4 months

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GEORGE WASHINGTON •Washington: A Life by Ron Chernow (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •His Excellency: George Washington by Joseph J. Ellis (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •George Washington: A Life by Willard Sterne Randall (BOOK)

JOHN ADAMS •John Adams by David McCullough (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •Passionate Sage: The Character and Legacy of John Adams by Joseph J. Ellis (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •John Adams: Party of One by James Grant (BOOK)

THOMAS JEFFERSON •Thomas Jefferson: The Art of Power by Jon Meacham (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •American Sphinx: The Character of Thomas Jefferson by Joseph J. Ellis (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •Thomas Jefferson: An Intimate History by Fawn Brodie (BOOK)

JAMES MONROE •James Monroe: A Life by Tim McGrath (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •The Last Founding Father: James Monroe and a Nation's Call to Greatness by Harlow Giles Unger (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •James Monroe: The Quest for National Identity by Harry Ammon (BOOK)

JOHN QUINCY ADAMS •John Quincy Adams: American Visionary by Fred Kaplan (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •John Quincy Adams: A Public Life, A Private Life by Paul C. Nagel (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •The Lost Founding Father: John Quincy Adams and the Transformation of American Politics by William J. Cooper (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •The Remarkable Education of John Quincy Adams by Phyllis Lee Levin (BOOK | KINDLE)

ANDREW JACKSON •American Lion: Andrew Jackson in the White House by Jon Meacham (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •Andrew Jackson: His Life and Times by H.W. Brands (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •Andrew Jackson, Volume I: The Course of American Empire, 1767-1821 by Robert V. Remini (BOOK) •Andrew Jackson, Volume II: The Course of American Freedom, 1822-1832 by Robert V. Remini (BOOK | KINDLE) •Andrew Jackson, Volume III: The Course of American Democracy, 1833-1845 by Robert V. Remini (BOOK)

MARTIN VAN BUREN •Martin Van Buren and the American Political System by Donald B. Cole (BOOK | KINDLE) •Martin Van Buren and the Emergence of American Popular Politics by Joel H. Silbey (BOOK) •Martin Van Buren: The Romantic Age of American Politics by John Niven (BOOK)

WILLIAM HENRY HARRISON •A Child of the Revolution: William Henry Harrison and His World, 1773-1798 by Hendrik Booraem V (BOOK | KINDLE) •Mr. Jefferson's Hammer: William Henry Harrison and the Origins of American Indian Policy by Robert M. Owens (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) •The Carnival Campaign: How the Rollicking 1840 Campaign of "Tippecanoe and Tyler Too" Changed Presidential Elections Forever by Ronald G. Shafer (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO)

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 2 months

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🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in February 2024

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

❤️ We Ate the Dark by Mallory Pearson 🧡 The Paper Boys by D.P. Clarence 💛 Skater Boy by Anthony Nerada 💚 Your Shadow Half Remains by Sunny Moraine 💙 A Vicious Game by Melissa Blair 💜 Clarion Call by Cayla Fay ❤️ Relit: 16 Latinx Remixes of Classic Stories edited by Sandra Proudman 🧡 The Absinthe Underground by Jamie Pacton 💛 Truthfully, Yours by Caden Armstrong 💙 Outsider by Jade du Preez 💜 Cross My Candy Heart by A.C. Thomas 🌈 The Tainted Cup by Robert Jackson Bennett

❤️ An Education in Malice by S. T. Gibson 🧡 The Imposition of Unnecessary Obstacles by Malka Ann Older 💛 Never a Bridesmaid by Spencer Greene 💚 The Rewind by Nicole Stiling 💙 Good Christian Girls by Elizabeth Bradshaw 💜 The Fox Maidens by Robin Ha ❤️ The Terrible by Tessa Crowley 🧡 Blood Rage by Ileandra Young 💛 Call of the Sea by Emily B. Rose 💙 Sign Me Up by C.H. Williams 💜 Ways and Means by Daniel Lefferts 🌈 Peaceful in the Dark by A.A. Fairview

❤️ We Are Only Ghosts by Jeffrey L. Richards 🧡 Dead Ringer by Robyn Nyx 💛 Somacultural Liberation by Dr. Roger Kuhn 💚 Stormbringer by Erinn Harper 💙 A Saga of Shields & Shadows by A.J. Shirley 💜 Ghost Town by R.E. Ward ❤️ I Heard Her Call My Name by Lucy Sante 🧡 The Night Alphabet by Joelle Taylor 💛 Remedial Magic by Melissa Marr 💙 Bloom by N.R. Walker 💜 Entwined by Alex Alberto 🌈 Queer Newark edited by Whitney Strub

❤️ Tristan by Jesse Roman 🧡 How to Live Free in a Dangerous World by Shayla Lawson 💛 Daniel, Deconstructed by James Ramos 💚 Of Socialites & Prizefights by Arden Powell 💙 Lost Harbor by Kimberly Cooper Griffin 💜 Hannah Tate, Beyond Repair by Laura Piper Lee ❤️ Bunt! Striking Out on Financial Aid by Ngozi Ukazu & Mad Rupert 🧡 How You Get the Girl by Anita Kelly 💛 Blackmailer’s Delight by David Lawrence 💙 Tile M for Murder by Felicia Carparelli 💜 Impulse Buy by Jae 🌈 Live for You, Die With You by Kalob Dàniel

❤️ Fairest of All by A.D. Ellis 🧡 Goddess of the Sea by Britney Jackson 💛 A Taste of Earth by Nico Silver 💚 The Moorings of Mackerel Sky by M.Z. Emily Zack 💙 How the Boogeyman Became a Poet by Tony Keith 💜 V is for Valentine by Thomas Grant Bruso ❤️ Crushed Ice by Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James 🧡 When Tomorrow Comes by D. Jackson Leigh 💛 Bugsy & Other Stories by Rafael Frumkin 💙 The White and Blue Between Us by Kiyuhiko 💜 Guide Us Home by CF Frizzell & Jesse J. Thoma 🌈 The Friendship Study by Ruby Barrett

❤️ Infinity Alchemist by Kacen Callender 🧡 Heart2Heart edited by Annabeth Albert 💛 No Time Like Now by Naz Kutub 💚 Bless the Blood by Walela Nehanda 💙 Vengeance Planning for Amateurs by Lee Winter 💜 Who We Are in Real Life by Victoria Koops ❤️ Prove It by Stephanie Hoyt 🧡 Mewing by Chloe Spencer 💛 Awakenings by Claudie Arseneault 💙 Born of Scourge by S. Jean 💜 Disciples of Chaos by M.K. Lobb 🌈 To Cage a God by Elizabeth May

❤️ Greta & Valdin by Rebecca K Reilly 🧡 What Feasts At Night by T. Kingfisher 💛 You Had Me at Merlot by Melissa Brayden 💚 Turning Point by Cathy Dunnell 💙 For the Stolen Fates by Gwendolyn Clare 💜 Season of Eclipse by Terry Wolverton ❤️ These Haunted Hills by Jana Denardo 🧡 Samson & Domingo by Gume Laurel III 💛 Lies that Bind by Rae Knowles & April Yates 💙 We Got the Beat by Jenna Miller 💜 The Diablo's Curse by Gabe Cole Novoa 🌈 Blessings by Chukwuebuka Ibeh

❤️ Out There by Iris Eliot 🧡 At Her Service by Amy Spalding 💛 Green Dot by Madeleine Gray

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garadinervi · 11 months

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Our History Has Always Been Contraband. In Defense of Black Studies, Edited by Colin Kaepernick, Robin D. G. Kelley, and Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor, Haymarket Books, Chicago, IL, 2023. Featuring writings by David Walker, Frederick Douglass, Anna Julia Cooper, Zora Neale Hurston, W. E. B. Du Bois, C. L. R. James, James Baldwin, June Jordan, Angela Y. Davis, Robert Allen, Barbara Smith, Toni Cade Bambara, bell hooks, Barbara Christian, Patricia Hill Collins, Cathy J. Cohen, Kimberlé Crenshaw, Saidiya Hartman, Khalil Gibran Muhammad, and many others

#graphic design #book #cover #book cover #colin kaepernick #robin d. g. kelley #keeanga yamahtta taylor #haymarket books #2020s

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enam3l · 1 year

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Hey, I hope you're okay

I read your post about rockstar! Eddie who hates Tommy Lee, and that made me wonder, which bands do you think Eddie (and the whole corroded coffin) would be friends, like, going to parties, and talking and meeting sometimes

You can ignore this if you want, but I was curious and your writing is so good

Thank you so much! I fuckin love this concept and had a tonne of fun thinking about it. Basically Eddie Munson just loves music and people who love music too. And fyi, he does love Lana. PS: all rockstar eddie munson content can be found under this hashtag if you want to only view that and not just all my eddie munson stuff on the #enam3l x eddie tag

The big one of course is Metallica. The Corroded Coffin boys were never subtle about how much they loved Metallica and how they'd been their teen idols. At Corroded Coffin’s first awards show where enemies were made with Motley Crue, a friendship was also made. Having heard the kind words said about them so often by Eddie and the gang, Metallica made it their mission for the night to introduce themselves. Feeling totally out of place and laughing at how surreal this was, Corroded Coffin were interrupted by a waiter bringing over a bottle of whiskey, a gift from Metallica. The boys were stunned silent. To this day Eddie’s wife says she's never seen him so speechless. The waiter pointed over to a table closer to the stage where Metallica sat and waved. Later, they came over and introduced themselves, complimenting Corroded Coffin for making it in such a difficult scene and without help. From then on a bond existed between the two bands. Metallica acting as mentors for Corroded Coffin and being their support act on multiple occasions. Eddie couldn't believe he had James fucking Hetfield’s number and would often speak to him when things got a bit much and the industry felt like it was crushing him.

Eddie definitely had a kinship with Alice Cooper, the two sitting back and laughing at the madness surrounding them. Both having the same approach to their careers, loving the music and playing up the image but not the gross antics. They both had normal family lives. They were definitely on the same wavelength and stuck with each other at any events and caught up about their wives and kids.

They all enjoyed going to parties with KISS, appreciating the bands theatrics. KISS’s face paint just spoke to their routes in Hellfire.

Mostly Eddie liked hanging with the alternative and indie bands, they weren't as intense and outlandish as the rock scene. Less publicity stunts and sleaze which is what Eddie despised about Motley Crue. Eddie appreciated their musical skill as well as their theatrics and style. Bands like Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bauhaus and David Byrne. He admired them from afar and eventually grew to know them and just enjoyed talking about their art together.

And Eddie didn't believe in guilty pleasures. There were plenty of artists you'd never expect him to love and respect. He always thought George Michael was kind and interesting, originally approaching him by mistake at a show thinking he was Steve. Eddie was bummed when George Michael died. Also The B-52s, Eddie loved getting drunk and putting them on. You'd definitely go and see them together and get silly drunk and dance around like teenagers. One of your favourite date nights would be to go to soul or jazz clubs, he liked listening to those kind of records whilst cooking or cleaning.

He was definitely intrigued by the grunge scene in the nineties and helped promote and support it. He thought the guys from Nirvana were the coolest he's ever met and attended Kurt’s funeral. Foo Fighters drummer passed away this year and the rest of the band did a memorial gig with friends from the industry, Eddie would've absolutely been there.

But honestly, one of Eddie’s favourite parts of being famous would be getting to use his connections to introduce you to your favourite musicians and bands. Eddie is absolutely no music snob, open and interested in anything especially when he can see the craft that went into it.

Whatever you or his daughters liked he'd be there front row with them. Maeve his youngest would definitely love Ariana Grande or Lady Gaga and Eddie would take her to every gig, wearing merch too. Eddie Munson would be famously quoted for saying there's nothing more metal than having pipes like Mariah or Ariana. And he fucking clapped like hell at Gaga’s meat dress, he thinks she's fucking cool as shit.

#enam3l asks #enam3l x eddie #enam3ls rockstar eddie #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #rockstar eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fanfic

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holyghostbelle · 2 months

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all those vile things

dannyjohnson!ghostface x reader blessed with quick wit and and a long list of medication your beginning to think being obsessed with a stalker couldn't be more healthier

09’

You lie back and smoke a cigarette, a bottle of jack in your hand spilling on the oversized band t-shirt you wore fished out from a thrift store from some tour you never got tickets for. Your eyes are glued to the tv, yet half interested in the House of a 1000 corpses movie rented out from blockbuster 2 months ago, There's ash on your notepad, not that you had taken any notes yourself, you take to sipping and gulping down any intoxicating beverage you can get your hands on these days, you're on the edge from the local killer.

(kind of, but not really you hope he stabs you with his knife and then licks it up, it's more of an excuse to get intoxicated and then pass out to an episode of dateline)

You rip open a pack of m&ms with your teeth and that guy from the office dies, his body is turned into a fish and you laugh maniacally as the dumb girls run into a room with another killer, and then Otis has corpse paint on and as much as his sideburns disgust you but you can't help feeling attracted to the guy, you feel sick at the thought of being oddly aroused but it's okay because its not real! and it's not like you fantasising about ted bundy or anything, but you did stalk the true crime tag on tumblr and find a bunch of fan edits with flower crowns. You fall asleep on the sofa and then wake up at 3 in the morning. Moving to the comfort of your bed which is only 5 feet away from the small second hand cracked leather sofa, you toss and turn until you're stuck on your back, hands unable to grip the sheets as you watch black oozing from the ceiling, you imagine its sentient and can peer into your brain and witness how sick you truly are, and then you wake up and it's 8am, you go to college in the clothes from last night, your laces are undone and you trip over them on the street while inhaling a cigarette and drinking a monster energy drink, it spills onto denim and leaves a small sticky wet patch.

You fell asleep in your film studies class, seven different people had all chosen ‘twin peaks:fire walk with me’ to write an essay on. You laugh as they speak nonsensically about Laura Palmer and how the movie was more about discovering who she was than how she was murdered, it's all the same recycled garbage you said a year ago, back when your professor was that feminist guy. You picture Dale Cooper in a red room, you remember when the constant jokes from the simpsons, you think about Laura Palmer's cold blue body on the beach wrapped in plastic and then how david lynch left the show and it all became fucked up. Someone drones on about American psycho and how the murders were in his head.

You leave class, smoke a cigarette outside in the parking lot and lean against your beat up car. Your cracked ipod nano plays Jeff Buckley and Elliott Smith simultaneously and then some 80s song you used to be so obsessed with and it reminds you of how your ex drove you home after you broke up with him, how his hand gripped yours and you didn't hold it back. You don't sob like usual. You don't think about how he was so angry he held your neck without squeezing, just to look you in the eyes and call you a bitch.

You fidget with your dungarees and then drive to work. Leaning against the counter as you watch kids flick through comics and then flick though vinyls laughing at covers with girls with their huge tits out, and then looking at the r-rated movies with eyes and needles. Then leaving a mess and stepping out of the shop without buying anything. You steal a pack of gum from the display in front of you and change the cassette to the b side, you repeat this till it's 8pm and dark outside.

Then it's time to close up the shop, shutting the blinds, switching off all the lights, you close and lock the front door with the keys, and shove them deep into your pocket. It's a cold and icy night. You pull the vintage motorcycle jacket you stole from your ex around your shoulders and light a cigarette. Walking around the side of the shop deep into the alleyway to get your car from the employee car park behind all the shops, you stop in your tracks. Gravel kicking against the wall.

Theres a whine and a moan and you almost think someones fucking until you notice the trail of blood that leads exactly to the body in the corner, who ever it is put up a fight. There's a man clambering over him, a camera swinging to the side of his body as you watch him cut deep into his chest,his guts spill intestines falling out into the concrete like confetti, you hear it slap to the floor. You feel sick.

The body looks at you pleading and begging with its eyes and he moans, your eyes widen and the man with the camera looks directly at you, his masked face cocking to the side in curiosity, you shake and look over to your car which is and i say this lightly, funnily enough right next to the killer and his victim. Blood coating the exterior. Bloody streaks over the silver paint, you almost feel bad for yourself knowing how much it's gonna cost to clean the blood off your car. It's selfish really. Consider there a man choking on his own blood right in front of you.

You think about backing away and running…but you stand frozen and watch the man bleed out, his blood pouring out like an afterthought. White masked man snaps a photo, and then another he slashes at the victim's throat, the life drains quickly out of his eyes and you watch him take one last ragged breath as his eyes tell you to run as fast as you can.

Then he turns his black eyes and gaping jaw keeping you in place, his leather gloved hand shushes at you as he approaches like a predator to his prey.

You.

Your heart thumps against your chest. He pushes you to the brick wall, you whine at how harsh you hit it. He takes the cigarette out of your hand leather brushing against your coldfinger tips and presses it to your mouth.

‘Go on, smoke it’ His voice is gravely and deep.

You puff on the cancerous stick, you picture him smiling under the mask. He stares at you through mesh eyes. Your hands are scratching at the brick wall behind you.

How many minutes do you have left? Will he leave you to bleed, or watch?

Suddenly there's a knife against your throat. It's cold and unforgiving and you've forgotten how to breathe. It brushes to just under your chin and then it's tracing against your cheek, you whimper as it catches, a bead of blood rolling down, he catches it with his thumb and smears it on your lips, cigarette falling to the floor, smoke exhaling as your eyes tear up. Your eyebrows furrow, eyes closing ready to meet your demise, cunt throbbing, as you feel the air against your neck, you wait for it to plunge your hands tight around your coat.

“Are you going to kill me?” you whimper, the knife trails deeper, to your sternum and you feel hot breath on your neck, there's a sniff and the zipper of your jacket catches and it pulled down, you don't dare look waiting in anticipation, you feel you him unbuckle your dungarees the denim falling to your crutch and then your t-shirt lifts up there's a pause, cold against your skin, cold air and then the steel slices into you with ease, you feel yourself lean over and his hand pushes your head back into the wall until your upright. It tears through quickly soiling your clothes with red sticky blood.

“If you're going to kill me, do it already” you whimper at him. His touch leaves you and you await for his hard hand to push the steel metal into you. It never comes.

Your eyes open slowly and he's gone, you stand for a minute and peek your eyes round the corner to stare at the body. Hand clutching at the wound he gave you, spanning four inches. Blood coating your hand.

You call the police obviously, you're questioned all night after you're all stitched up. you tell them about him approaching you, but not how he pressed his thumb to your lips and your cunt throbbed, you pretend it never happened. You pretend that you pushed him off and got scared, sparing you.

They let you go at 12pm, an officer drives you back to your apartment, your crappy silver car is marked as a crime scene. You call up Adam and tell him you're not going to be in the next day due to the whole ‘stabbing incident’ he wishes you well.

You take two sleeping pills and drink the rest of the whiskey from the other night, you throw up at the thought of the body in front of you. The pills come up half dissolved with it. You fall asleep to a rerun of Criminal Minds and dream of Spencer Reid finding you tied up in the basement somewhere,

He kisses you gently and combs back his horribly long parted greasy hair with his hand. He starts to recite a chapter of wuthering heights “'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?”, it turns to pure gibberish in your mind and you sigh at him as he takes your soft cheeks in his hands tenderly lips tracing your neck in soft kisses and then he rips out your throat with his teeth, you bleed out all over the basement floor as he kisses your neck and revels with enjoyment in your blood. White pressed shirt soaked in maroon.

Your eyes open and you're stuck to your sofa, your tv flickers over and over, and the masked man appears within the metal box, the tv screen flickers in fuzzy blacks and whites. He's covered in blood and it's blackened with age.cavernous eyes and unhinged jaw. He taps against the screen and waves the knife in his hand. You pant against your leather sofa bare arms suck to the couch with sweat, itchy hot. His hand reaches outwards to pull himself out and then he's on top of you, his knife slicing through the flesh on your bare legs and chest as you're forced to endure it in your frozen state. You close your eyes as his arms lift to plunge the knife in deep, when they open the street lights flicker off through the window. mesh curtains drifting in the wind.

You awake again a blanket thrown over your body haphazardly, your phone tells you it's 6 in the morning. You smoke a cigarette on your fire exit and watch the sunrise, you remember to not take sleeping pills with alcohol.

You look in the mirror and pick at the scab on your cheek, it drools with blood and you push it into your lips again, imagining it's his hand, you don't scold yourself this time, you tell yourself you'll never see him again. Then you lift your shirt and stare at the gash he left you, blood still smeared around the edges of the huge plaster they gave you at the hospital. You brush your teeth and spit out blood and teeth. When you blink all you see is the foamy toothpaste down the sink, you think you're going mad, its stress you tell yourself it's nothing to worry about. You open your wardrobe and black slime oozes out of it.

Your mom phones you at 8 before class, you tell her you're fine (your not)that you've been going to therapy(you haven't) that you've stopped drinking(likely chance)that that article she read on her phone was correct and you did see that killer that's been going round but your safe you promise( this is true, but your not safe, not even from yourself)

You head to college again and ignore the rumours going around about how you got stabbed by the killer, people ask about the scratch on your face and you tell them it was your cat that you don't own.

You go back home and cry at a video of a rat dancing in the rain, you scratch at the cut on your face until it bleeds again with your hand in between your thighs, stomach aching as you crumble into a shit position,you think about that night until you come over and over in your bed, sheets sticking to your body with sweat. You take a shower and close your eyes under the burning hot water, you catch your knee while using a cheap men’s razor shaving and watch the blood run into the water like psycho, you watch a western movie on tv, James dean rides a horse with a cigarette hanging out his mouth as he smirks in black and white.

You don't take a sleeping pill that night and stare into the popcorn ceiling until you witness cosmic horror beyond your own belief, you face stares back at you and then its eyes are torn from its head, you watch a body be exsanguinated and then flayed and sewn back together again and blood is pumped back into your body, you see that boys body as a car drives past, the way the blood trailed down his neck like a red scarf.

You fall asleep to sirens and screams.

It is Florida after all

#ghostface #danny johnson x reader #jed olsen #dbd #did fic #ghostface x reader #slasher + you #slasher x reader #jed olson x reader

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miz-orque · 4 months

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*stands up*

Your Honour, Jimmy's not a bad man. He's crooked and snakey, but not a villain.

Exhibit A: He parked his car in a parking lot in a bay, not in some rando location like a hooligan much like those NC gangsters

Exhibit B: Upon approach by David he was simply going to enter his car after a nice dinner. He simply activated his Shock n Awe implant as a matter of self defense when he saw he was in danger. It killed no one.

Exhibit C: He sought his own justice after an attempted ambush. Tho he should have called the police, the corruption of the NCPD has made Mr Kurosaki take matters into his own hands

Exhibit D: He did not seek to kill anyone. He had defense dogs that happen to be drones and have built-in guns ready to attack anyone that trespassed his workplace.

Exhibit E: Cyberpsychosis is not a death sentence unless you're too much of a weak ass bitch to face MaxTac. Tho his plans were to produce an XBD, there are no other records that he creates them. He simply obtains the scrolls and edits them. He let his creative bug get the better of him. We've all been there

Exhibit F: He forewarned David of the dangers of having too many implants

Exhibit G: Tanaka is a crappy father who raised a little turd for a son, and he abandoned him at the hospital for the promise of some kink XBD. Jimmy did right in luring him in. It's Tanaka's inability to cooperate that got people hurt

Exhibit H: Mr Jimmy said sorry. Twice

That is all.

*sits down*

#I'm mentally awake now lol #jimmy kurosaki #cyberpunk edgerunners #Jimmy is an innocent man who does cheeky things and we love him

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grandvhs · 2 years

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lista de nomes masculinos que estava no meu bloco de notas e eu só lembrei agora

starting with A ;;

aaron.

adair.

adam.

aiden.

ajax.

alec.

alfie.

allistar.

anderson.

andrew.

andy.

angus.

antonio.

anthony.

archer.

archibald.

archie.

aries.

arlo.

arthur.

ashley.

ashton.

austen.

avery.

axel.

starting with B ;;

bailey.

beau.

beckham.

beckett.

bellamy.

benjamin.

bennett.

bentley.

blade.

blake.

blaine.

blaise.

blue.

bobbie.

bodhi.

brad.

brandon.

braxton.

brayden.

brent.

brett.

brock.

brody.

brooke.

bryson.

starting with C ;;

caleb.

callum.

calvin.

cameron.

carlisle.

carlos.

carson.

carter.

casey.

chad.

chandler.

charlie.

chase.

chaz.

christian.

christopher.

cody.

colby.

cole.

cooper.

colton.

connor.

conrad.

corbin.

corey.

starting with D ;;

dakota.

dallas.

damien.

damon.

dante.

darian.

darron.

darryl.

david.

dawson.

declan.

demetri.

dennison.

denver.

derek.

diego.

diesel.

dimitri.

dixon.

dominic.

donovan.

drake.

drew.

dustin.

dwayne.

starting with E ;;

eason.

eaton.

eddy.

edmund.

edward.

elijah.

elior.

ellias.

elliot.

ellis.

elyas.

ember.

emerson.

emery.

emilio.

emmett.

enzo.

eric.

ernie.

ethan.

ethaniel.

evan.

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ezar.

starting with F ;;

fabio.

fallon.

farah.

felix.

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ferris.

felton.

finn.

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fletcher.

floyd.

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forest.

francisco.

franco.

frankie.

franklin.

fraser.

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freddie.

fredrik.

starting with G ;;

gabe.

gabriel.

gale.

gallagher.

garcia.

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garrett.

gary.

gavin.

gene.

george.

gerard.

gilbert.

giovanni.

glenn.

gordon.

grady.

graeme.

grant.

greggory.

gregor.

greyson.

griffin.

gus.

guy.

starting with H ;;

hadley.

hale.

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hamilton.

hamish.

hansel.

harley.

harris.

harrison.

harry.

harvey.

haven.

hayes.

heath.

hector.

hendrix.

henrik.

henry.

holton.

howard.

hudson.

hugh.

hugo.

hunter.

hyde.

starting with I ;;

ian.

ibrahim.

icarius.

idris.

igor.

iman.

immanuel.

imran.

indi.

indiana.

indigo.

indra.

inrique.

irwin.

isaak.

isaiah.

isaias.

ishmael.

isobell.

israel.

ivan.

ivey.

ivor.

ivory.

izzy.

starting with J ;;

jack.

jacob.

jagger.

jai.

james.

jamie.

jason.

jaspar.

jaxon.

jaydon.

jed.

jeremy.

jesse.

jett.

joel.

jameson.

jonathon.

jordan.

jose.

joseph.

joshua.

jude.

julian.

junior.

justin.

starting with K ;;

kade.

kai.

kalen.

kameron.

kane.

kasey.

kayden.

keaton.

keegan.

keenan.

kellan.

kendall.

kendrick.

kevin.

khalil.

kian.

kiefer.

kieran.

kingsley.

kingston.

klaus.

kohen.

konrad.

kristoff.

kyle.

starting with L ;;

lachlan.

lamar.

lambert.

lance.

landon.

langston.

lawrence.

lawson.

leeroy.

lennon.

leo.

leonardo.

levi.

lewis.

liam.

lincoln.

lionel.

logan.

lorenzo.

louis.

luca.

lucas.

lucky.

lucis.

luke.

starting with M ;;

mackenzie.

madden.

maddox.

malaki.

malcolm.

manuel.

marco.

marcus.

marley.

marshall.

martin.

mason.

matteo.

matthew.

max.

micah.

michael.

miguel.

mike.

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miller.

milo.

mitchell.

morgan.

moses

starting with N ;;

nadir.

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nate.

nathan.

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naveen.

naydon.

ned.

nico.

neil.

nelson.

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nicholai.

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nila.

niles.

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noel.

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north.

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nyle.

starting with O ;;

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osten.

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starting with P ;;

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page.

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patrick.

paul.

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pax.

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payton.

penn.

percy.

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phineas.

phoenix.

pierce.

pierre.

prescott.

presley.

preston.

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puck.

starting with Q ;;

qadim.

qadir.

quain.

quenby.

quill.

quimby.

quincy.

quinn.

quinten.

starting with R ;;

randy.

raymond.

reese.

reid.

remy.

reuben.

rhett.

rhys.

richard.

richie.

ricky.

riley.

robert.

robin.

roger.

roman.

romeo.

ronan.

ronnie.

ross.

rowen.

ryan.

ryder.

ryker.

rylan.

starting with S ;;

sage.

sailor.

salem.

samson.

samuel.

sascha.

sawyer.

saxon.

scott.

sean.

sebastian.

seth.

shane.

shiloh.

simon.

sinclair.

skyler.

sonny.

spencer.

stanley.

stefan.

steven.

stevie.

storm.

sullivan.

starting with T ;;

tamir.

tanner.

tate/tait.

tatum.

taylor.

teddy.

theo.

thomas.

timothy.

tobias.

toby.

todd.

tommy.

tory.

trace.

travis.

trent.

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tyson.

starting with U ;;

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umar.

urien.

usama.

starting with V ;;

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vance.

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vinn.

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starting with W ;;

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warner.

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warrick.

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wayne.

wendall.

wes.

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west.

whitley.

wilbert.

william.

willis.

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winston.

wolf.

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starting with X ;;

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xan.

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xavier.

xeno.

ximen.

xylon.

starting with Y ;;

yahto.

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yasin.

yasi.

york.

ysrael.

yuri.

yusef.

starting with Z ;;

zachary.

zahir.

zander.

zane.

zavier.

zed.

zeke.

zion.

zolten.

#name ideas #male names #nomes masculinos #rpg #prompt #writing help #list

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mercedesvince · 1 year

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Hello I’m Vince!!

I am a writer who is open to writing requests for x reader

Just a heads up that English is not my first language so apologies for any grammar or wrong use of words :(

RULES

This is meant to be a blog for x male or non-binary x readers

I will not write for female readers as of now (but might change in future)

I will only write for series listed below

no smut (I am not comfortable with that)

There are characters listed below underage, all characters will at least be aged up to teenagers, but even so I will only go as far as kissing

I will not write any sort of NSFW for any character under 18 (what i mean when i say NSFW I mean in a sexual way, things like cussing or slight violence I can do)

I can write angst, fluff or both

If you see a mistake in my writing please inform me on it so I can improve in future :)

If i missed a TW or you notice something i should let the readers know before reading PLEASE let me know, i’d hate for someone to be negatively affected by my writing

Please be nice and respect everybody and there wishes!!

SERIES & CHARACTER I WILL WRITE FOR

(If there is a character I have missed that is not on the list for a specific series and you would like a x reader for please ask and I will let you know whether or not I can write for them :))

South Park

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCornmick

Eric Cartman

Butters

Tolkien Black

Wendy Testaburger

Bebe Stevens

Heidi Turner

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentis

Jason Gideon

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Matthew Simmons

Like Alvez

Kate Callahan

Tara Lewis

Sam Cooper

Gina LaSalle

Beth Griffin

Jonathan Simms

Mick Rawson

Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World

Scott Pilgrim

Ramona Flowers

Envy Adams

Knives Chau

Kim Pine

Julie Powers

Wallace Wells

Lucas lee

Gideon Graves

Matthew Patel

Todd Ingram

Young Neil

Roxy Ritcher

Stacy Pilgrim

Stephen Stills

My Hero Academia

Disclaimer I have not watched the series recently, so I do not have everything up to date and can only write up to season 4 :(

Anyone from Class 1A

Anyone from Class 1B

Any Pro Hereos

Any Villians

Mirio Togata

Nejire Hado

Tamaki Amajiki

Saiki K.

Kusuo Saiki

Shun Kaido

Aren Kuboyasu

Aiura Mikoto

Kokomo Teruhashi

Reita Tortisuka

Riki Nendo

Kineshi Hairo

Chiyo Yumehara

Metori Saiko

Chisato Mera

Hunter X Hunter

Disclaimer I am only caught up on the series not the manga

Gon Freecss

Killua Zoldyck

Kurapika

Leorio Paradinight

Hisoka Morrow

Chrollo Lucifer

Any Phantom Troupe Memebers

Ging Freecss

Any Zodiac members

Kite

ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Raphael

Michelangelo

Donatello

April O’neil

Stranger Things

Eleven

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max mayfield

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Disclaimer I have been trying my best to see the second movie but I have only managed to watch the first so I can only write for things relevant in the first movie :(

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Eddie Kaspbrak

SPIDERVERSE

Miles Morales (earth 1610 & earth 42)

Gwen Stacy

Peter B. Parker

Jessica Drew

Miguel O’hara

Hobie Brown

Pavitr Prabhakar

Spider Noir

Penny Parker

MASTERLIST LINK

This Masterlist includes all works i’ve written on this blog so far!

That is all for now! Thank you so much for reading and feel free to request, I am new to tumblr so please feel free to let me know if I need to add or be more specific on something :))

#south park #south park x male reader #south park x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x male reader #scott pilgram vs the world #mha #saiki k #hunter x hunter #rottmnt #stranger things #it #it x male reader #into the spider verse #beyond the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x male reader

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okuberlik · 1 year

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Your Twin Peaks fun fact of the day

Day #5

Many of the characters names in Twin Peaks weren't chosen just because.

Several characters are named after film noir figures, here are some examples:

Madeleine Ferguson, Laura's cousin, shares her first name with Kim Novak's character in Vertigo and her surname with James Stewart character in that same movie. Curiously enough, the movie surrounds a dead blonde and her brunette doppelgänger.

There's an insurance agent on Twin Peaks named Walter Neff, which plays homage to Fred MacMurray's character in Double Indemnity.

Also, the vet Dr. Lydecker and Waldo the bird both pay tribute to Clifton Webb's character in Laura.

And Gordon Cole, whose name is a reference to Bert Moorhouse character in Sunset Boulevard, one of David Lynch's favorite movie and biggest inspiration.

But it's not just film noir references. For instance, Dale Cooper's, whose middle name is Bartholomew, initials are the same ones as D. B. Cooper the famous hijacker who parachuted from a plane in Washington with stolen cashed and disappeared out of the blue.

And last but not least, Harry Truman's name is a reference to the Harry Truman who refused to leave his lodge during the eruption of Mount St. Helens.

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retro-watching · 4 months

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Twin Peaks S1 Ep1 Pilot

I have never watched Twin Peaks or, in fact, anything by David Lynch before.

I knew enough to know it was a bit odd, that it was about the murder of Laura Palmer and that there was "Damn Fine Coffee"

When the pilot started my first thoughts in order were:

"What the fuck is up with the sawmill in the title sequence?"

"I remember being places that looked like this and also I remember all women having that perm. My mother had that perm in 1990."

"How am I going to judge the acting in this? In any other show the acting would be terrible but it fits the vibes wtf?"

The vibes were immediately different and what would have been hack acting was perfectly in keeping with the tone and camera work and music of the scene.

Everything felt just slightly uncanny and weird and I thought "Oh okay this is what people meant."

Then Agent Dale Cooper showed up.

What the absolute fuck is with this guy?

I love him, but also what the fuck is up with him?

And everyone else got like 20% weirder or more around him.

And what the FUCK was up with that one doctor?

It's also weird seeing this after watching a lets play of Alan Wake 2 because I got unreasonably excited about the Norwegians.

Also as a younger sibling Harriet is a true younger sibling.

"Yes I will cover for you!" *immediately spills all at the lightest pressure*

Saying that I liked it! I like the weirdness and uncanny nature of it all and I am suitably intrigued

Ratings:

Story: 6/10 - dragged a bit because the pilot is really long and the show is not fast paced, at least not in the pilot.

Acting: 7/10 - In any other show the acting on display would have been lower but here it fits and I can't explain why

WTF: 7/10 - I had surreal pencilled in for this category but WTF felt more accurate. It would have been a six but then Agent Cooper arrived. Just on him it would have been higher but I need room for the weirdness to go up

Enjoyment: 6.5/10 - I enjoyed it but it did also drag a bit

Effects: 5/10 - weren't really many effects other then Dead Laura makeup so I'm giving it a score that basically means its fine

Charm: 8/10 - I don't know what's happening, everything is weird and painfully 1990s but I do find a charm in this kind of weirdness

Cringe: 0/0 - no cringe

Aged Like Milk: 0/0 - nothing really stood out. Yes there is domestic violence hinted at and shown and general misogyny from some of the men but you're not supposed to be on board with that. At least in this episode

Overall Ranking:

B Tier

#retro watching #Twin Peaks #s2 ep1 #Pilot

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internet-sadass · 3 months

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A Little Something In Pink (David x female reader)

Blurb: You buy David a Valentine's gift based off something he said whilst drunk. Honestly, it's the best gift you could have got him.

(AKA you give David the gift of getting pegged for Valentine's Day)

Warnings: smut, pegging, anal fingering, mild femdom, established relationship

A/N: I really really love David atm and I guess I felt like writing something kinda valentine's day themed so here you go *throws this fic at you*

Also, I sprinkled in my random little headcanon that David is vegan :) for literally no reason, just felt like it.

It was stereotypical, cliché, and very unimaginative, but David figured it would make you smile, even if you rolled your eyes while you did so. He leaned forward to look through the selection of single roses in an old blue bucket outside a run-down corner shop. The flowers looked a little worse for wear, having endured a full day of being displayed on a busy side walk, the petals darkening and curling at the edges, their texture turning from plush and pliable to rigid and brittle. David’s pale fingers finally wrapped around the conveniently de-thorned stem of the least haggard-looking rose. It cost him $1.50.

David got you a rose for Valentine’s Day. Well, a rose and his presence for an evening, since he’d just about managed to move his shifts around so he wasn’t returning home in the small hours of the morning. Having your boyfriend home before three a.m. was a gift enough in itself.

The rose sat in a freshly emptied wine bottle, the heaviness of its own flower making it loll to the side as if it were sleepy. Still, despite the rose looking as tired as David did (you noted how the eye bags he had never went away; they merely lightened once he managed to get a day off or a half-decent night’s sleep), it was a sweet touch. The presence of the flower on the table between the two of you as you shared the vegan mushroom risotto you’d cooked up made this evening feel more romantic, less ‘normal’ and routine. Something about being given a rose, even a battered one, made something twist inside you. It was a classic, albeit predictable, romantic gesture.

Somehow, the softness of David’s action had made you feel ashamed for what you’d got him. You wondered if maybe he’d feel used or disgusted when he saw it, considering that he bought you something so purely romantic and innocent. People bought their partners those types of gifts for Valentine’s Day a lot, sure, but now it seemed utterly crude to conclude the evening with something like that. The idea of presenting your gift, which happened to be the most garish shade of neon pink you’d ever seen thanks to a mix-up with your order, made you want to throw away said gift and never think of it again.

Well, he did mention it that one time, You thought, absently watching David move his hand to cover yours, and he seemed pretty into it when he did mention it.

—

Three weeks ago, David had got drunk. Not in a ‘drown my sorrows’ way, more in a ‘this is my one day off with my girlfriend, let’s have a few drinks and watch terrible horror movies’ kind of way. The problem was that David was a lightweight. He ended up curled next to you, head on your lap, cheeks rosy, and his rambling sentences coming out slurred. You were tipsy but still had enough of your rational brain present to be able to remember what came out of his mouth.

He said your name, then paused.

“M’yeah?” You responded, stroking some of his hair off his forehead. He looked cute like this, totally at ease and vulnerable.

“You ever, like, fuck a guy?” His brows furrowed as if getting his words out took tremendous effort, his mouth not cooperating with his brain.

“Obviously, since I’ve fucked you.” You replied with a laugh.

David shook his head in your lap, grinning.

“No, like, fucked a guy. Up his ass.”

There was a pause, filled only by the sound of the TV playing whatever B-list horror flick neither of you was paying attention to.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Can you?” The grin never wavered, any normal sense of embarrassment well and truly beyond him in his current drunk state.

“If I bought a strap on, then I guess so, yeah.” Your answer was accompanied by a shrug. Of course, it was possible for any woman to fuck a guy (or girl, for that matter) with the right equipment.

“But like, if you had a strap-on, would you fuck me ?” He pointed at himself in an exaggerated action.

“You want me to?” Again, you shrugged as you spoke, trying to hide your surprise. Sure, David did like you to be the dominant one sometimes, but you never thought it went beyond him just enjoying seeing you on top rather than under him.

“Mm…would be like sooo hot.” He said, closing his eyes and stretching before sitting up, holding his head as the room started to spin around him. He kissed sloppily along your neck and up your jaw. “Want you to fuck me so bad, ‘s that weird?”

The kisses paused, and you met David’s unfocused gaze. There was a hint of worry somewhere in the drunken murk of his eyes.

“Not weird.” You answered, whispering against his lips before kissing again. “I’d kinda be into it too.”

—

You were ripped out of replaying that drunken conversation by David asking you if you wanted a beer. He’d collected up the dirty plates and was watching you, expectedly. Not really present, you said yes and watched him walk over to the sink, leaving you to dwell on the gift you had waiting for him in your room.

I’ll see where things go, you thought, watching him search for a bottle opener in the disorganized cutlery drawer.

***

If David bit his lip any harder, he’d split it. The last thing he needed was a split lip to add to the adornment of hickies decorating his neck, chest, and upper thighs, else he’d had to listen to nurses whispering about him at work for the next week. A weak groan left his mouth when you propped his leg up over your hip, the head of the strap-on brushing against his well-lubed hole. You’d dedicated a solid ten minutes to working him open, your mouth leaving love bites on his thighs as you eased two fingers into him, watching his stiff cock twitch and tense as you scissored inside him. The last thing you’d wanted was for him was to be in pain the first time his drunken fantasy turned into a reality.

Wrapping a hand around the plastic shaft, you guided the head of the strap-on into David, who gave a high-pitched gasp as it pushed past his rim and into his heat. It felt freezing inside him, not least because of the generous amount of lube glazing the toy's surface. He’d done anal once before with a guy he met at a bar, but he’d been too drunk to really register the pain of being stretched. Right now, he was confronting it face-on, his fingers curling into the sheets as you eased the length of plastic into him, removing your hand and letting your hips do the rest of the work.

“Fuck…” He moaned, looking down at his weeping cock and where the bright pink plastic disappeared into him, a bead of sweat rolling down from his hairline and dripping off the tip of his nose onto the pale expanse of his chest.

You pressed a kiss to his neck, leaning over him, gripping the leg that was raised over your hip. He looked utterly delectable right now.

“Can I move now, or do you need some more time?” As much as you wanted to have him whimpering and unable to stop himself from spilling all over his belly, you didn’t want to rush the whole process or injure him by being too enthusiastic.

David gave a nod, leaning himself back onto the bed. He wanted to imprint the way you looked right now, looming over him, your hair falling about your shoulders, strands sticking to your sweating skin, the leather straps of the strap-on accentuating the plushness of your hips. The way you looked now was far better than what he’d pictured in his mind's eye as he masturbated furiously to the thought of you fucking him like this.

The action of thrusting was far harder than you imagined, and you had a newfound respect for David, considering he regularly fucked you with steady, deep strokes with no signs of exhaustion, minus some panting. Even if it was hard to angle and move your hips in the right motion, the sounds you were wringing out of the man below you gave you bottomless motivation to keep rocking your hips into him, alternating between quick snaps and longer, slower strokes. Depending on your pace, David would whine or moan, sometimes just staring at you, eyes half-lidded in pleasure, mouth open in a silent cry as you fucked him far better than that guy at the bar had done.

Something within you possessed you to get David into a position you’d fantasized him putting you in. It’d let you get deeper than you could with him on his back, even with his leg lifted up over your hip as it was right then. If anything, you just wanted to see if you could make this feel even better for him and get him to make more of those beautifully pathetic sounds. Throwing caution and your inexperience to the wind, you shifted yourself slightly, ceasing your thrusting for a moment, trying to figure out how exactly to reposition yourself and David into a mating press.

With your knees on either side of his hips, you brought David’s legs up over your own hips, folding him into the position you wanted him in. It felt a little cruel to be manhandling your boyfriend in such a manner, but he was planting desperate kisses on any area of your skin he could reach as you did so, so you figured he didn’t care about you arranging him like he were a lifeless mannequin. He didn’t protest or question what you were doing, only looked up at you with dark eyes, his lips shining and his pale face flushed. You kissed the tip of his nose before rolling your hips, forcing the head of the strap-on to press up against his prostate. He hissed in response, clawing at the bed, arching off it until the flat of his chest pressed against the softness of your breasts, cursing. That was all the confirmation you needed that this position was serving its purpose of making your boyfriend feel like he was in heaven and keeping him moaning and squirming under you.

Repeating the action over and over, David’s legs bounced in time with your thrusts as he clung onto you, mumbling curses and pet names as you made him see stars with each motion of your hips. Not once had you heard his voice get that high-pitched, that whispery and yearning, and you were certain you could orgasm just from the sounds he was making. Each whine or whimper made your clit ache. Even when you kissed him, he kept on moaning, his pleas for you to keep going, keep on fucking him, muffled against your lips.

With a few more harsh pistons of your hips, you felt David grip your arms, his nails biting into your skin, leaving little red crescents imprinted in your flesh.

“A-hahhh…sh-shit.”

The noise David made as he came, spurting messily between your stomach and his, was as pathetic as the way in which his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his orgasm consumed him. He kept whining and gasping as his balls emptied themselves, the spurts of semen coming from his slit getting weaker as his body gave all it had left. As you continued to fuck him through his orgasm, the seed smeared across your skin, almost burning hot, and you could feel the way his cock pulsed as it pumped out the last of its load. You finally ceased moving when you noticed how limply he was lying, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he came down from his high, eyes shut and his dark lashes fanned against his cheeks. Sliding the toy out of him, you sat back on your ankles, undoing the straps to free yourself from it.

***

Eventually, the pair of you crawled under the covers together, still sweaty and slightly sticky from the lube. Neither of you felt like getting cleaned up right that instant, instead opting to delay the issue of showering until the morning. You rested your head against David’s chest, his fingers combing through your hair, moving it off your face.

“That was…a really considerate gift.” He finally spoke, feeling a tad embarrassed to say anything after he’d just been moaning like a whore whilst you fucked him with a vibrant pink sex toy less than ten minutes ago. “Can’t believe you remembered me saying about that. To be honest, I can barely remember saying it.”

“Well, I’d hardly forget the time my boyfriend confessed to me that he’d like me to fuck him up the ass.” You said, turning your head so you could look up at him, grinning. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head but smiling, bemused by your comment.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” David said, rubbing your bare arm.

#david saw 0.5 #saw 0.5 #david saw 0.5 x reader #david saw 0.5 x reader smut #david saw 0.5 smut #david saw 0.5 fanfic #leigh whannell #leigh whannell x reader #leigh whannell x reader smut #saw fanfic #saw franchise #saw movies #sawposting #saw #saw smut #saw x reader #saw imagines #david saw 0.5 imagine

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