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[satorusugurugurl]

i love ur work sosososisoso much <33 thank y for sharing ur writing ahh!!! could i request a satosugu fic where toru gets punished by sugu and reader??! maybe for like.. getting off alone or flirting w someone else?

Summary: You and Geto went to a local bookstore, leaving Gojo to fend for himself at home. It’s not like the two of you didn’t invite your boyfriend to join you on your outing. But shopping for books, of all things, didn’t spark his interest. But as the boredom of being alone settles in his bones, he decides to do the only thing that sounds remotely fun. Beating his meat.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader x Geto Suguru

Word Count: 2,876

Warning: Masturbation, cursing, oral sex, degrading, edging, smut, creampies, holy

A/N: Anon thank you so so much for the sweet words! I'm glad you're enjoying my stories! ❤️❤️❤️🥹This gave me brain worms and I just had to write it! Two of my weaknesses are SatoSugu x Reader and masturbation.

Lazy Sunday Afternoon

”Are you positive you don’t want to come with us?” Suguru questioned, cocking an eyebrow at his white-haired boyfriend. “We were thinking about stopping for lunch after.”

”Nah.” Satoru is leaning against the wall, watching as you tie your tennis shoes. “The idea of a crowded bookstore makes my skin crawl. Plus, that's you guys’ thing. Books and reading.” He shrugged his shoulders lazily.

You hooked your arm through Suguru’s, leaning your head against his upper arm. “Okay, do you want us to bring you anything home?”

”Nope, have a good time. I’ll see you when you get back.” He waved his partners off with a smile before heading back to the living room to enjoy his Sunday afternoon.

The first hour was fun, trashy reality television, and the cupcakes you had made the previous day. Thirty minutes later, he groaned, flipping through Netflix to try to find something, anything to watch. Two hours into being alone, all by himself, Satoru groaned as he started to regret his decision to stay behind.

The apartment was so quiet and lonely with you or Suguru there. The room wasn’t as bright and full of the life it usually radiated. Jeez, was this what his life had been like before the three of you had gotten together two years ago? He was so used to going on dates, cooking food, and just existing in each other's presence now. What had he used to do in his tiny dorm when he was alone?

He would eat take-out, play on his phone, and jerk off to porn videos on Twitter.

Satoru sat up straight, a grin slowly tugging at his mouth. Yeah, he used to jerk off constantly. Since you three got together, he didn’t need to please himself. Seeing as either you were sucking him off, or Suguru was giving him a handy in the shower. It was like heaven, being able to experience pleasure with the two of you.

But thinking about wrapping his hand around his cock, going at his own pace, had him throbbing with excitement. You and Suguru wouldn’t be back for a bit. When you two shopped for books, you shopped—going down each aisle, flipping through pages, geeking out over your favorite series. He had plenty of time to jerk off and recover in case things got heated once his two partners returned home.

Leaning back onto the couch, Satoru turned the television to some random movie on Netflix. Mostly for background noise, and if you two were to come home in the middle of his solo session, this might cover him until he could readjust himself. With his eyes on the screen, Satoru slowly began rubbing his cock through his gray sweatpants. Up and down, just warming himself up.

Gojo was surprised that he was as hard as he was already. Was it the excitement of possibly getting caught or just that he hadn’t pleased himself in so long? Whatever the case, maybe he could care less. All that he could focus on with the warmth that was beginning to settle in his groin as he pushed his sweats down to his upper thigh to free his cock.

It was so hard, standing at attention with a slight twitch. “Oooh fuck.” Satoru pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Fuck, I’m so hard.” He spit into his hand before wrapping his bare palm around his shaft.

His hand slowly began moving up and down, coating his length with spit. He squeezed himself harder with each stroke. He was imagining it as you or Suguru’s hand. Both are so warm but different. Suguru’s hand was larger, more calloused. Y/N’s hand was smaller, more delicate, and her manicured nails always looked o pretty around his cock. The faster he moved his hand, the more the television sounded like white noise as his mind swam around his two partners.

Satoru found himself mimicking the movements you and Suguru would do. He gripped himself tight, like Suguru, stroking fast and hard. When he reached his tip, his pointer finger would tease his slit that beaded thick droplets of pe-cum, as your smaller hand would do so gracefully. Imagining his two partners worshiping his cock, was better jerk-off material than any porn video.

“Mmm, ooh fuck me.” Satoru’s hand squeezed his thick length hard, his hand moving faster. “That’s it, Y/N, just like that, Sugu.” Looking at his cock through his lashes, he gritted his teeth. His tip was leaking pre-cum, his balls were tightening as he felt himself getting closer and closer to cumming. “I’m so fucking close, so close, don’t stop.”

Grabbing his shirt, he placed the hem of it between his teeth. The last thing he wanted was to get cum all over it. Having a new shirt on when you two got back would be hard to explain, seeing as he stayed home alone. It would be much better to paint his stomach. It would be easier to clean up that way.

“Nnngh, fuck.” Satoru’s muffled moans grew louder, his cock twitching harder under each stroke of his hand. “Fuck yes, fuck yes.” The familiar burning coil in his abdomen tightened, and he never heard the door unlock. “Fuck, gonna cum—“ And tightened as his partners called his names. “Gonna cum, gonna cum!” And tightened before it snapped as Y/N and Suguru walked into the living room. “Cumming fuck! Fuck!”

Satoru jerked his wrist frantically. Ropes of hot cum coat his hand, stomach, and chest. His pace finally began to slow as his cock started to soften in his hand, his white seed shining under the sunlight flooding the room. Fuck, he didn’t realize how much he missed jerking off. Especially since he had the two hottest people starring in his dirty mind.

In the afterglow, Satoru lazily looked towards the end table in search of a tissue. To his horror, he found the two of you watching him. Your jaw dropped, cheeks flushed, as Suguru ran a hand over his mouth, dark eyes glued to the cum on his stomach. The three of you basked in the silence before Satoru quickly wiped at his cum.

“W-Welcome home!” He shouted, doing everything he could to avoid eye contact with either of you. “I didn’t hear you guys come in.”

Suguru chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing. “Yeah? Maybe that’s because we were too busy listening to you cumming.” All attempts to finish cleaning himself came to a halt at Suguru’s words.

”I well, I gu—“

”There’s no denying it, Toru.” You joined in; faux sadness etched onto your features. “We caught you red-handed.” Your pout was adorable as you looked up at Suguru. “This is why he didn’t want to come with us Sugu.”

“Mhmm,” Suguru gently stroked your Y/H/C, “and to think we felt so bad for not including him. We stood in line for forty minutes at the cafe to get him the chocolate cake they're famous for.” Gojo swallowed as you lifted a bag with the cafe's name to emphasize Suguru’s words.

Slowly getting up on noodle legs from his orgasm, Satoru started walking towards you both. “It wasn’t like that. I just got bored. It’s not like I plotted to stay here to jerk off without the two of you.” The annoyance on both of your faces made him cringe. “I appreciate you guys thinking of me!” His hands reached for the bag, only for you to yank it away. “Oh, come on!” Satoru Gojo pouted, his eyes darting between you and Suguru.

“Huh, funny you did cum, on yourself.” Suguru barked out a laugh at your words. “And you didn’t even let me lick it off. I think that’s what hurt the most.”

”Y/N has a point, Satoru. You cleaned it all off right in front of her.” Suguru took the bag from you and placed it on the breakfast bar. “You know how much she loves our cum. My poor Princess.” You sniffled as Suguru pulled you tight against his side. ”Satoru has been a very bad boy, hasn’t he Y/N?”

”He has.”

Gojo ran both his hands through his hair with a sigh. “I’m sorry, guys. Is there any way that I can make it up to you?” Instant regret settled over him like cold rain. Both you and Suguru’s eyes darkened as sinister smirks tugged at your mouths. “Oh, oh fuck, please wait, have mercy.” He held both hands up, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop you from pouncing on him like a spider monkey.

Hours later, the automatic timer on the living room light came on. Illuminating the lewd scene in front of Satoru. You were facing him. Your back firmly pressed against Suguru’s chest as you rocked back and forth on his cock. Suguru’s hair was falling out of its bun, dark strands sticking out here and there, clinging to his skin. His lips were against the crook of your neck, biting and sucking at your skin. His actions made you whimper softly as you rode him faster.

Satoru wanted to join in, to get onto the floor and drag his tongue up Sugurus length, all the way to your clit. He hated being in the recliner across from you, his hand jerking at his cock. Fuck, you guys didn’t even let him get completely naked. He still had his sweats on and spit-damp shirt clenched between his teeth. He understood this was a punishment for jerking off and getting caught. He had to watch you two, and he'd already cum three times. But this was getting to be just cruel at this point. He wanted to join in!

Instead, you watched him, smirking at the flush dusting his cheeks and neck. The tears that formed in his oh-so-pretty blue eyes, and the way he fisted his cock to another orgasm. Arching your back, you gasped, Suguru’s tip hitting your G-spot as he bit your shoulder. Your arm reached over your head, fingers fisting in his hair. The sight of you getting closer to the edge made Satoru want to join in even more. If he could just get his lips around your clit, he knew you would squirt all over his face.

”Guys, pwease!” The cloth muffled Satoru’s words in his mouth. “I wanna help!”

You chuckled in between soft moans. “Sugu~nngh oh shit,” You watched as Suguru reached a hand around your waist, palming your thigh. “He wants to help~!” You laughed breathlessly as Suguru hummed, his voice vibrating against your sensitive skin

”Satoru,” your white-haired boyfriend perked up, “you wanted to jerk off so bad when we were gone. So you’re going to keep jerking off until we say otherwise. Dirty man whores don’t get rewarded.” Suguru’s hand, which Satoru wished was around his cock, slowly slid up to your clit. “Good fuckin’ sluts, like our sweet Y/N here, they get what they ask for.” You whined, your hand tugging at his hair. “Mmm fuck, baby tell me what my good girl wants~ yeah, be a good example to Satoru?”

”I wanna cum Sugu.” You whimpered, turning your head to face him.

He grinned, pressing a heated kiss to your lips. “You wanna cum?” You nodded your head, kissing him harder. “Go ahead, sweet girl, cum for me, Y/N.” His fingers rubbed circles around your cock. “That’s it; I feel you clenching cum on. Let it out, princess.” His gaze darted down, watching as you squirted hard.

“No, no, no,” Satoru whined like a spoiled brat. “I wanted to taste her cum!”

You were trembling, still coming down from your orgasm. Once you could form words, you tilted your head to the side. “See why we were so disappointed in you?” Suguru slowed his pace, his still-hard cock gently sliding into you. “I wanted to clean you up, but you used a tissue. I think I’ll clean up my mess the same way slut.” Suguru groaned, his cock twitching at your dirty fucking words.

“No! Please don’t. I’ll clean it up!”

”Oh, will you?”

”Yes.”

”And how will you clean up Y/N‘s cum Satoru?” Suguru asked as you slowly began rocking back and forth on his cock.

The two of you watched as your partner stood, his cum coated chest and stomach heaving as he looked to the floor. There was a dark, needy look in his eyes, one a person would only see in a feral animal. You didn’t know what to expect. For him to grab tissues to clean it, like he had done to himself. Him dropping to his knees was something you nor Suguru had anticipated. With bated breath, you watched Satoru slowly slide onto his stomach, his eyes on yours as he stuck his tongue out.

“Holy fuckin’ shit.” Suguru’s cock throbbed harder inside of you as he watched Satoru lick and suck at your cum off the floor. Like some kind of desperate animal. Never once did he break eye contact. His tongue and lips kept moving, cleaning Y/N's essence off the floor in the most vulgar way. “T-That, fuck, Y/N wh—“

“Such a good boy.” You finished for Suguru. Your tight cunt twitched at the sight. “Cleaning up my cum like the horny dog you are.”

Satoru sat on his knees. If he had a tail, it would be wagging at your praises. “Yeah? I did good. Am I forgiven? Do I get to join in now? Please!” He watched Suguru’s face scrunch up as Y/N bounced faster and harder onto his cock.

”Hmm, Suguru, what do you think?” You asked, feeling another orgasm coming close as Suguru's hands gripped your hips, thrusting up into you.

”Let that dirty slut help. I wanna watch him lick your clit like he just did to the floor.”

Before you could change your mind, Satoru leaped into action. He was positioning himself between both of your legs. His tongue immediately went to work, sucking and lapping at your clit like a madman. The sudden added friction had you rocking faster, trying to feel more of his mouth on your sensitive sex. While Geto slammed up into you, chasing his release while driving you to your own.

Watching you both with lust-filled eyes, Satoru started jerking his cock once more. Fat and hard tugged as he took your clit in between his lips, suckling the bud as hard as he possibly could. That was all you needed to send you tumbling over the edge. You screamed so loud you were sure the neighbors would file a noise complaint against you again. Not that you cared as you felt Suguru’s chest heave as he buried his cock inside of you as he filled you to the brim with cum.

Thank fuck Suguru had been right against your g-spot. Because Satoru was bleed to have you squirt in his face. The sweet, tangy taste of you flooded his mouth. He sucked at your lips, tasting both your sweetness and Suguru’s slightly salty bitterness. Like a well-crafted treat just for him. The taste of you both combined had his hand stroking his dick, desperate to cum for the fourth time that day.

In the afterglow, Suguru grunted, kicking Satoru’s thigh with his foot. “Idiot, don’t forget what we just told you.” His best friend slowly smirked as you stuck your tongue out in between pants. “Don’t waste your cum.”

Not needing to be told twice, Satoru jumped to his feet, stroking his cock in front of your face. Only his hand was swatted away, replaced with Suguru’s. The sudden change of hand and pace had Satoru whimpering like the horny fucking dog he was.

“That’s it, Satoru,” Suguru purred, stroking faster, “cum on her face like a good boy.”

That sent your white-haired boyfriend right over the edge. Tears ran down his cheeks as he watched his load, which would most likely be his last for today, spurt over your tongue, chin, and the tip of your nose. You looked so pretty, cock drunk, glazed in his cum. It had him crying out in pained pleasure.

When the last waves of his orgasm faded, Satoru stumbled. Both you and Geto grabbed his arms, slowly easing him to rest on the couch next to the two of you. He gasped, his eyes shut, in post-orgasm bliss. You couldn’t help but smile, gently stroking his hair. Suguru kept himself inside of you, kissing your neck lovingly and putting the footrest up. You and your boyfriend relaxed in the silence until Satoru’s soft snores could be heard.

It's a perfect way for you to end a wonderful Sunday.

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[daisies-daydreams]

Heyyy can u write 141 and könig’s reaction to u moaning in their ear 😁

Pairing: Multiple Category: Fluff, Semi-Smut Warnings: Sexual Themes, Nudity, Tickling Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: Hello! Thank you for your request! This was a fun one to write for. 🤭I hope you enjoy!

Image Source: Pexels

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

König

“Kö?” you called.

“In the kitchen, Schatz!” he yelled back. Your small footsteps made him giddy as you stepped into the kitchen. You gasped.

“What’s this?” you asked. He smiled as he looked up from his cooking.

“I’m making you dinner, Kätzchen!” your boyfriend beamed. You gave him a sweet smile as you sauntered over to him. You stood on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you, König,” you moaned out his name as you traced your fingers across his lower back. König’s breath hitched, his cock twitching in his pants as you slipped away from him. You grinned as you turned around, wiggling your ass while you sashayed out of the kitchen. You gasped when he struck your backside with a towel. Your face was flushed as you turned.

“Come here…Maus,” he breathed as he motioned his finger towards him. You smiled innocently as you walked back, stopping a few inches from him. König huffed before turning off the stove. You squealed when he grabbed and set you atop a free space on the countertop. A fire lit in your core as he spread your legs open and captured your lips in a sloppy kiss.

“But, dinner-” König bit your bottom lip as he slid his tongue into your mouth. The taste of his spit was intoxicating as you guzzled it down your throat.

“Don’t worry-we'll both be eating well tonight,” he husked.

Captain John Price

“Soap told me some of the new female recruits called you ‘daddy’,” you said with a cocked brow. John didn’t even flinch as he continued reading his book.

“Yeah? What of it?” he grumbled. You bit your lip and wiggled your hips just a little.

“Would you be my daddy?” you whispered. You watched his hand flinch as John gripped the page he was turning. His bushy brows were arched as his entire face turned red. You laughed, clutching your stomach.

“Oh! Your face is priceless!” your eyes suddenly snapped open before you laughed even harder at your unintentional pun. John shook his head as he closed his book.

“I’ll be in my study,” he grunted as he began to rise from his seat.

“Wait! I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet from now on,” you said. John quirked a brow.

“Promise?” he asked while folding his arms. You nodded.

“I promise,” you grinned. John narrowed his eyes before he sank back down onto the couch. He opened his book back up and started to flip through a few pages. You smirked as you leaned over the couch, making sure to capture some spit between your lips before licking them slowly.

“Fuck me, daddy,” you moaned straight into his ear. John slammed the book shut before he spun around. You gasped as he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you onto his lap. You yelped when he laid a sharp slap across your ass.

“Hope you understand what you’ve gotten yourself into,” he growled as he kneaded your ass in his hands.

“‘Cause it’s going to be a long night for the both of us”.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz knitted his brows as his fingers flicked wildly against the controller. He was nearly done with this level, and he wanted to beat it before he went to bed.

“Ky?” you called from the bedroom.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Come to bed, hun. It’s getting late,” you said.

“Sure-in a minute,” he called back. You rolled your eyes. He said that an hour ago. And the hour before that. You padded into the living room. You rested your hands on your hips when you saw his eyes glued to the TV. He was hunched over in his chair, a small part of his tongue poking out from between his lips. You grinned when an idea suddenly popped in your head. You stifled a giggle as you slipped your pants and shirt off, letting them fall to the floor. Your bra and panties came off soon after. You bit your lip as you snuck behind Gaz. A scoff left him when you pushed one of the button’s to pause the game.

“Hey!” he whined as he quickly spun around. His eyes widened and he gulped when his face nearly swung into your bare breasts. You let yourself sigh, allowing them to hover near his mouth.

“I need you, Ky,” you moaned while rubbing your thighs together.

Let's just say it's a good thing you paused the game.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon wiped his brow, the cool, autumn breeze a welcoming sensation. His shirt was lying somewhere in the backyard, his rippling muscles covered in a sheen of sweat. You came out carrying a glass of water. Simon gave a small grin as he took it from you.

“Thank you, lovie,” he said. You watched his throat bob as he gulped down the liquid. He let the ax fall to the ground as he smacked his lips. You came up to him, having to crane your neck just to stare into his chocolate brown eyes. “What’s the matter, hun?” he asked, his hands snaking down to rest on your hips. You bit your lip before you leaned on your tiptoes.

“Just love to watch you work, Si,” you moaned out your nickname for him. Simon emitted a low growl, goosebumps breaking over his skin beneath your hands.

“Yeah? Want to watch from even closer?” he grunted as he kneaded your ass. You gasped and looked around, afraid the neighbors would see.

“W-We can’t do it out here,” you whispered, your cheeks turning hot. Simon grunted as his lips trailed up your jawline, his arms pressing you to his solid body.

“Don’t you remember? I need to check the drain in the shower today, too,” he sighed. Your eyes lit up as he carried you back into the house.

It was a very long shower.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Johnny grumbled to himself. His eyes were red and strained as he stared down at some paperwork he had to take home. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, too tired to notice the creak of the bedroom door opening. You crept towards him before leaning your lips to his ear.

“Come to bed, baby,” you moaned.

“Steamin’ Jesus!” Johnny yelled as he nearly flung himself out of his chair. His brows furrowed as you giggled. “Think that’s funny, eh bonnie?” he mused. Your smile fell when you saw a familiar glint shine in his eyes.

“Johnny-“ you warned. He suddenly pounced on you. Johnny growled playfully as he tackled you onto the bed. Your bodies bounced as he dug his fingers into your sides and armpits.

“J-Johnny! Stop! C-Can’t breathe!” you wheezed as he relentlessly tickled you.

“You said you wanted me to come to bed, yeah? Never said what we’d be doin’ in it,” he jested. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you laughed harder than you think you ever have.

“Please!” you hiccuped with another giggle. Johnny slowed his movements, his hands making quick work to strip you of his shirt that you wore. You shifted beneath him, avoiding his gaze.

“Where’s that bold lass from before, hm?” he mused. You gasped when he blew a raspberry onto your neck.

“Johnny!” you giggled, playfully slapping his shoulder. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

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[teastainedprose]

Hi !

Can you do a Homelander x F!Reader with a blackmail situation ?

For the context, someone's blackmailing Reader to leave Homelander and because of the stress she did it when he was patrolling. Of course, Homelander wouldn't accept it and try to find her but he can't. So a few days later Vought brought him a new "girlfriend" to heal the pain Reader "created" only for them to (by mistake) imply that they are responsible for the departure of Reader. After dealing with the situation at Vought, he went looking for her again, eventually finding her at her favorite spot, where she was trying to forget Homelander.

You can change some parts if you want 😁

Thanks you if you do it ♥️❤️

Listen, Anon. LISTEN! I am grabbing you by the shoulders, I am gently shaking you, I am lovingly cupping your cheek and whispering, "Write the fic." - because it's clear that you've got the plot and I bet you've been daydreaming up the story route and I need you to write it. Spit out some bullet points. Scribble out a few scenes out of order, but write it!!

As I read this ask while rolling out of bed half awake and ran off in a slightly different direction while I brainstormed in the shower and I know you've got an idea there so WRITE IT!! So I can read it

Now have something similar, but not quite what you outlined. This kinda evolved into a companion/epilogue?? piece to Play With Fire, as Vought would have plenty of reason to not want Homelander dating a canned employee, especially if she's a fat little thing. Bad for the brand and all.

+1.5k words | Warning for violence/gore, Homelander can have a little murder. As a treat. Plus-Sized female reader, established relationship, no proofreading as I was possessed

The moment his boots drop onto the balcony and Homelander strides into the penthouse, he knows something is wrong.

First, there is the absence of you. Not just the lack of your body settled on the couch waiting for him as you often are, but everything you touched. The laptop you diligently type away at while working is gone. The vibrant throw pillows you insisted on getting to make the imposing couch more inviting are missing. The plush blanket you always coiled yourself into wasn't haphazardly thrown over the back of the couch as it always is when not in service. The lack of these items now makes the couch look barren and cold. Now Homelander can see how uninviting the whole thing looks.

There are other pieces of you missing as well. The trinkets and baubles you'd purchased on a whim and set about the penthouse, coloring the space with pieces of you. The discarded books, many with notes and dog-eared pages weren't haphazardly stuffed in strange places. Homelander would check the bedroom, but he knows the closet now has an empty space where your clothing hung.

There's a buzz starting up in his brain, an insistent worry that's setting his teeth on edge as Homelander's mind races across every possible reason why you're gone. You left him. Someone kidnapped you. You finally got tired of him. Someone stole you away. You hate him. Someone is hurting you. The buzzing grows in volume as Homelander's lip twitches up, feet taking him to pace across the floor before a movement in the corner of his eye cuts straight through the noise.

The buzzing goes silent. The colors are correct. Relief rushes over Homelander as he turns to face the figure in full. You, there you are and- 

No. Homelander blinks, drawing back a step as he takes in the woman standing at the entrance of his penthouse. She has your hair color; the cut has been styled like yours, but the texture is off. She's got something close to your complexion, your eye color even, and she's wearing clothing in your usual manner of dress, but everything is wrong. For one, she's thinner. Homelander sneers.

The woman smiles, uncertain as her heart races like a rabbit against her ribs. "Hi." One word uttered and it's all wrong. That's not your voice. That's not your smile. There is no sunshine breaking across this woman's face as she looks at Homelander. Her expression is quiet and expectant, waiting. Anxious.

He inhales slowly, rolling his neck as Homelander clenches his fists at his side. The scent on the air is bitter. She's afraid. She should be.

"No, no, no. Who the fuck are you?" Homelander snaps out, across the room in two long strides and now she's gasping. Gasping because Homelander has his fingers about her throat, gloves creaking softly as his grip tightens and lifts her. "Who the fuck are you?" He repeats, barking the words out.

"I-I'm Vicky," She stammers out as Homelander eases up enough to let her breath and set her feet back on the floor. That rabbit heart is trying to burst free within the woman's chest now, beating all the louder. "Y-your er, new girlfriend...?" Her words end in a panicked squeak as the woman tries to shrink away. 

"New- "Homelander cuts off as he stares at her, head tilted to the side and lip twitching as he digests this bit of information. He swallows and takes in a breath, reeling in his rage as his mind whirls. Vought had decided to replace you. Plucked up some stupid woman who only shares a similar color palette with you, but she isn't you. This woman is nowhere close to the beautiful creature you are.

Vought didn't approve of your secret relationship. They'd deemed you unmarketable. Not the image they wanted to project for the brand. Then there was the hope that Homelander would grow bored of you. To wait out his hyper-fixation on you. The months had crawled by and still Homelander kept you close. You'd moved in, burrowed yourself right into his life as Homelander wanted. 

For some fucking stupid reason, Vought thought a replacement would distract him. As if he's a child, or a dumb dog they've swapped a toy out on. 

"Vicky," Homelander smiles and it's the smile of a shark. All teeth and dead eyes. "How lovely," A purr now as Homelander slides his hand down her neck and brushes his thumb over her collarbone. Her smile is uncertain, but it's still there as she relaxes. The rabbit in her chest calms down. He digs his thumb in as Homelander sucks on his teeth.

Fucking idiot.

There's no warning when Homelander's fist buries itself into the woman's abdomen, only a wheezing hiss as the air is forced out of her. A wet sound follows under all that crunching and grinding of bone as Homelander twists his fist and pulls it back. He clicks his tongue, releasing the woman's corpse to topple across the floor.

Homelander exhales, puffing out his cheeks while looking down at his fist in mild disgust. The red leather hides fresh blood well, but he knows it'll congeal into a darker mess soon enough. Leaning over, he absently wipes it off on the fabric of the woman's sunshine colored dress. The sunshine would look better on you while the smeared red looks better on Vicky as far as Homelander is concerned.

It doesn’t take him long to hunt Ashley down, storming into her office with eyes flashing red. The only reason Homelander doesn’t fucking laser her in two is because she’s crying. Ashley is crying and blowing her nose into a tissue as she looks at Homelander, eyes filled with regret and tears. She’s grown fond of you, Homelander realizes and that’s reason enough not to cave her skull in. Homelander knows you like her well enough, too. Ashley blubbers the story out. They’d wanted you gone. Out of the picture and out of his life. You were an uncontrollable variable that refused to play ball and Edgar wasn’t one for loose strings. A replacement had already been found and was on her way earlier this morning. While Homelander was out on a mission, disposing of you had been easy enough. It only took thirty minutes to pack all of your things, revoke your access to the building and effectively lock you out. Ashley had managed a helping hand in the form of a plane ticket wherever you wished, knowing you no longer rented your own apartment after moving in with Homelander.

It had been a plot against you, he knows this now but why had you gone so willingly? Why weren’t you screaming outside of Vought Tower for him? Why did you take that plane ticket? Something rotten wriggles within Homelander’s heart. He knows he’s not an easy creature to live with and has worn your patience thin some days. The start of your relationship would have been considered rocky at best and there’s all that stalking he did that you still don’t know about. They gave you an out and you took it.

His trip to the airport is swift and no one would dare try to stop the Homelander as he seeks you out at your intended gate. Except you’re not there. You’ve not even checked in yet. He goes to your old apartment next, eyes scanning the building for your form. Your favorite restaurant is next. Then the place that makes your favorite tea. After that he’s hovering above the bookstore you’ve dragged him to. None of them contain you. Homelander is lost for a moment, mind frantic with worry now at where you could be. Then he remembers one of your favorite spots. A park close to where your old apartment is and it’s another place Homelander has been dragged to by you. This is a spot he enjoyed. It was quiet, even in such a bustling city. He always pretended it was a forest clearing you two were enjoying the peace of.

You’re there. Of course you are. You’re settled on a bench, head turned towards the trees as Homelander descends. “Sweetheart,” He growls. It comes out harsher than Homelander wants, but he’s on edge. Why did you leave him? 

You jump, head snapping round and he can see you’ve been crying. Your eyes are puffy, face pinched in pain as Homelander’s heart seizes at the sight. 

“What!?” You stare a beat, before anger rises. You’ve always been his little spitfire. “You had me cast out! They packed me up and kicked me out on your orders! You- You abandoned me…!” The fire smolders and dies as tears leak down your face.

"No, no, no. Not you, never you!" In an instant, all of Homelander's rage vanishes in the face of your sorrow. How could you ever want to leave his side? Foolish of him to even think it. Why would you ever want to leave? He’s beside you, he’s gathering you up in his arms, he’s crushing you gently in his hold. Your sobs are wet, loud, and there’s snot on his suit. Homelander doesn’t care. He shushes you, fingers combing through your hair as the arm about your middle squeezes just a bit tighter. The weight of you sinking against him and into him is a comfort, your flesh yielding under his grip on you.

“I came home and you were gone,” Homelander whispers against your ear as he nuzzles his nose into your hair. He inhales deeply, all of the tension leaving his body as he takes in your scent. “But I’m here now. It’s okay, I’ve got you,” He exhales, pulling back enough to look down at you. Homelander smiles. You’re here, you’re safe, he will never ever let you out of his sight again.

#homelander #homelander x reader #the boys fanfic #homelander writing #homelander x you #homelander x f!reader #homelander x plus sized reader #canon x you #🍵 play with fire #Yandere Homelander is my fav Homelander #you're never allowed to leave #ANON WRITE THE FIC #anon ask #ask #FUCK I DIDNT EVEN WRITE THE BLACKMAIL PART #ANON I NEED YOU TO WRITE THAT FIC SO I CAN READ IT #task failed successfully??

[jedi-luca]

All About The Pleasing

Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Summary: Natasha really needs you but you’ve been busy in a meeting with the some of the members of the team. What will she do to get what she wants?

Reader has a penis; no pronouns used.

Authors Note: I wrote this like a year or so ago. Don’t worry I will eventually post Avenger’s Lane at some point!

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Natasha was horny scratch that she was so incredibly horny for you and you were busy.

“Hey baby.” You say as she makes her way in the conference room. You felt guilty that she’s all dressed up in a summer dress no less, something she’s not too fond of wearing unless she’s relaxed.

“Hey Nat!” Steve, Bruce, and Maria smiled.

“Are you all done with my fiancé yet? We did have plans, you know.” She huffed, walking towards the end of the table where you sat with a stack of mission reports. She leaned down to kiss you before plopping herself in your lap.

She roughly wiggled her hips. You grunted feeling her rubbing against your cock. You stilled her movements and she slapped your hand away. As Steve and Maria went on about a report Natasha had unzipped your pants and gently took your semi in her hand. She pumped a couple times before letting you inside.

“Oh my God what the fuck are you doing?” You whispered as low as you could in her ear.

“I’ve been waiting for you for 3 hours. I’m not waiting any longer.” She smirked, feeling you shiver as she rocked her hips trying to keep her moans and sighs to herself.

Steve called your name and she stilled her motions.

“Hm?” You cleared your throat.

“I asked if you have the report from the 10th.” Steve said again.

Natasha quickly grabbed the report and slid it down the table to him. Taking this moment to move up and down.

“Thank you!” He smiled before looking down at the report mug in hand.

“You’re welcome.” She smiled. Maria began talking to Natasha about some old mission.

You were absolutely stunned at how well she was able to keep a straight face while fucking herself on your cock.

The thought of her fighting so hard not to moan made you twitch inside of her. You gripped her before smoothly lifting up and back down a couple times making it look like you were finding a comfortable position but really you were slamming into her for more friction. You didn’t miss her wicked grin as she gripped your hand.

“Do you mind showing me which paragraph?” Maria asked her as her eyes poured over the page.

“It’s right…” Natasha leaned over and you took this opportunity to thrust your hips up. “Right there.” She pointed while you hit her spot.

She let out a sigh as she sat back down on you. She was close and she moved her bottom half as much as she could without someone noticing. She slumped over letting her arms hold her up as she ‘read’ the report.

“Cap, I need a break.” Bruce sighed, taking his glasses off rubbing his eyes.

“Wanna go have lunch?” Steve asked, looking at his watch.

“Oooh that place over on Avenue B sounds good!” Maria hummed.

“Let’s go!” Bruce beamed standing up. “You two love birds coming?”

“I think we’ll make something here.” Natasha smiles. “Maybe a smoothie.”

“Suit yourselves.” Maria shrugged and soon all 3 were walking out the door.

The moment you knew they were gone you bent her over roughly before slamming into her.

“Fuck!” She groaned, arching her back into your hand.

“You desperate little slut you couldn’t wait for me to finish up here?” You smirked thrusting harder.

“I was so horny for you daddy. I needed you to fuck me so badly.” She panted.

“Daddy’s little cum slut got a craving again huh?” You smirked using your fingers to circle her clit. “You’re addicted to me aren’t you?”

“Yes daddy I always crave you.” She smirked. “I can’t wait to call you my wife/ husband.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“A honey cum smoothie.” She smirked moaning out your name as you pushed deeper.

“Fuck you feel so good.” You moaned letting your fingers graze up and down her back causing her to shudder. You massage her pressure points along her back causing her to begin twerking her bottom against your cock.

“Fuck that feels so good!” She moaned, gripping the table.

You pivot your hips trying to hit every spot inside of her.

“Oh my God Y/N faster I’m so close.” You felt her tense as you jackhammered your hips. Her moans were rising as she reached behind her bringing a your hand over her boob. You squeezed still feeling her hand on top of yours as she began coming undone.

“Oh Y/N baby that was so good.”

“Turn back around love. I need to be closer to you.” You pull out.

She smiled lazily as you helped her sit on the table leaning down to kiss her plump lips.

“Hmm!” She moaned as you bit her bottom lip inserting yourself in the process. She pushed your shirt up so she could feel your taut abs. “I love feeling these beefy muscles against my skin.” She moaned. “You’re so strong daddy.”

“Daddy loves feeling you too baby.” You could feel her squeezing you with her thighs and velvet walls.

“Daddy’s getting closer?” She but her own lip this time feeling your lips against her neck making their way to her ear.

“So fucking close princess.”

“I want my smoothie daddy.”

“Get on your knees princess so daddy can give you your honey cum smoothie.”

She smirked, wiggling her hips one last time before doing as she was told.

Your body tensed as she began wildly sucking your cock. Gagging as she pushed you down her throat.

You held her hair back, humping her mouth a few times before pulling out. You began pumping your cock with your hand when she slapped it away with a glare. “No. Me.” She huffed squeezing you.

“Ahhhh” you groaned as your cum began pouring out of your cock.

She dutifully took every last drop sticking her tongue out so you could see her gulp you down.

“Hmmm that was so good daddy thank you.” She licked her lips before taking your hand to help her up.

“I can’t believe we did that.” You chuckled darkly.

“You took too long.” She huffed, as you fixed her smudged lipstick.

“You’re so fucking perfect in every way.” You say caressing her chin before kissing her softly. “I can’t believe I get to be the one to marry you, I love you Princess.”

She blushed and kissed you one more time. “I feel the exact same way, fiancé.” She wiped the traces of lipstick off of you.

“I believe I still owe you a date.” You grin.

“I already have the picnic basket waiting.”

“Let’s get out of here then.” You grin leading her out of the briefing room.

“Marry me?” She smiles with a soft sigh.

“Ohhh, I will be Princess.”

“I think you’ll have to start calling me Queen instead once it’s official.”

“My Queen. Has a nice ring to it.” You smirk holding up her ring finger.

“We don’t even have kids yet and the dad jokes are here.”

You chuckle, kissing her hand in yours thinking about the future.

“Next time maybe we can do that again during movie night.”

“Hmm, maybe if I feel like it.” She winked, biting her tongue before running away from you as you chased her.

#natasha romanoff x reader #Natasha Romanoff x reader has a penis

[kalims]

Omg requests are open! I hope you get really awesome requests 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖 may I request leona or ruggie on a rainy night just cuddling and being corny and talking about books or food? (I recently read in a translation that leona likes to read long books so 😳😳)

ㅤits pouring

"is that a book?"

there's a knock on the window by the pitter pats of the rain, smell of petrichor floods your nose. a pleasant smell that relaxes your shoulders. leona smells it better, rain means not having to deal with anyone else because no one's out during the time of the day.

so he bares with a smell, he doesn't dislike nor like it. it's fine, but compared to your scent it's practically nothing.

a chortle from you shifts leona's rather peaceful expression into a gruff frown, an expression you were more used to. he doesn't release the literature from his grasp, only shifting it to the side to take a peek at your chuckling face and steering an irritated stare—though devoid of the fire it usually has.

he scoffs at you. ears folding in itself as if to block out the sound of your voice, you'd argue that his... more animal features only twitched, or swayed because you only spoke. but you know that he is also aware of the fact so he willingly just chooses to settle on the warning from his eyes alone.

you stand in front of his bed. hands on your hips, idly tapping the sole of your foot on his carpet made entirely out of fur (kind of concerning.) and most importantly, adorning a feigned, mortified expression as you nod your head towards the item in his hand. "so what?" he grumbles, only illiciting another laugh from you.

"I didn't know you read, I'd expect.. I don't know, jack to read but definitely not you." you prod gently—teasing. practically pouring gasoline into the fire that's bound to spark, yet.

but it doesn't. he simply offers an incoherent rumble straight from his chest, deep and scratchy as his eyes stray away from your standing figure and back onto the sheet of the page he's been reading. 520. "just because I failed to ascend to the next level doesn't mean I can't read," he deadpans, eyes sliding smoothly over the expanse of words.

his ears, though still folded over itself unconsciously listens intently at your words.

he adds. "that grunt knows how to focus for sure, in exercising. I doubt he deems reading more important than that."

you blink, tilting your head at him. "then, what are you reading? I'm curious what kind of book has you so enamored that you've been cooped up in here all day and ignoring me." that seems to create a reaction in him, tail going still and tense from it's relaxed notion of sways. even his eyes pause on a particular word and grows unfocused as if processing your words.

he looks away. "I.. wasn't." he scowls, wracking through his memory to browse through something that would support his answer but there isn't, because all he remembers is indeed, reading all day, in between naps and besides that the only memory he remembers of you was your sleeping face before you... went to the main grounds...

oops. maybe that was just a slip of his mind.

a sliver of guilt gnaws at him. he stares at your face, the pride in him not wanting to admit to a mistake on his part—his stare is rather challenging, despite his predicament. leona is searching through your eyes, and you allow him indifferently. he knows you too well to believe that you were all but willing to let it slide with how many jokes you've been sprouting.

he concludes you're most likely, if not, a little upset.

leona sets down the book beside him and decides to pour more attention to the more important thing. "why don't you come over here and see for yourself then?" he offers. a bit unsteady with his feelings. your brows raise, contributing to an unimpressed stare.

"are you trying to seduce me?"

"yes,"

a quick, laid back answer said so casually. it was very leona-like, so much so that your blank face breaks into a little grin, and that time his warmth was not present nearly the whole day—your heart soared, and yearned. your brain thinks quickly, listening in and moving your feet without your will. until you've just climbed on his bed, on the edge.

not next to him, just closer.

leona eyes the distance with disdain as he shakes his head at you. "what, being petty?"

you retort fast. "a little space hurts you already, leona? why don't you try me ignoring you half a day?"

when he meets the smug, knowing look on your face he knows this is gonna be your excuse now on to use against him. every single day.

when it seems like you're not backing down he's at the end of his guilt-patience. he leans forward, a hand supporting his weight against the bed as the other reaches out for your limb. it happened fast, too quick for your liking. since when was he storing this haste under that lazy demeanor?! you'd think he moves like a snail (which he actually does.)

but you blink and you're being yanked forward by your arm, by a brute force you're sure you can't even struggle against. more so, he's using a single arm to yank you towards him. he doesn't need two to handle you, just one. you can't imagine if he uses both, practically a kidnapping sentence.

and, you're huddled in his arm, between his legs, on his chest. jailed, and unable to wriggle out with how secure one grip is.

leona casually picks up the book as if nothing happened. placing it in front of you so that even you can read what it is.

the rain falls harder, suddenly you feel warm beyond the cold it brought.

"cat got your tongue?"

his mocking voice echoes in your ear—beside your ear actually, maybe it was the heat of his breath that spread through your face and down your entire body..? you pursue your lips, uncharacteristically unable to make up a quip back because, what were you even supposed to say in this situation?!

and that tight knot of affection you've been admittedly craving all day comes loose just from less than a minute of an embrace from him. "..." you sigh, reluctant to submit to your fate but here you are; body relaxing as though a blanket has been thrown over your body but there isn't because that's just how warm leona feels.

"you're reading, romance?" you deadpan, gaping and stifling a laugh. not minding the nose buried between the crook of your neck from your behind and inhaling deeply. leona grunts on the flesh of your nape, the sound tickling.

"stop laughing." he groans. "what, you want me to say being with you got me in a mood?"

lovey-dovey mood?

your laughing ceases, and he's the one chuckling at your obvious fluster. he kisses the spot where his lips are. "I was wondering if there was a story as glorious as ours."

beneath the muffled song of rain, is that of peace.

520, represents "love."

#ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #leona kingscholar #x gn reader

[snapscube]

You probably answered this before but I've been meaning to ask how you got to be snapcube on some platforms and snapscube on others because I used to be like "holy shit why can I never get her name straight" until I realized that both versions are real

SnapCube is the Official name but when i was coming up with it I chose it between an option of either SnapCube or SnapsCube, cause it partially came from the name “Snaps” which is a nickname i used to go by in old RP groups. so SnapsCube was at the back of my mind anyway. then when i started changing my twitter handles and such to get everything on the same page, a while after changing the channel name officially, it turned out “SnapCube” was taken on like…. all of them. by seemingly entirely different people too. i literally could not be SnapCube on Twitter, Tumblr, or Twitch. so since it was already in my mind, i just went with SnapsCube for my socials. i don’t like it nearly as much but at this point i feel like it would be too much of a hassle to change in the places i can because it’s been so long. on top of that, i STILL can’t even get SnapCube on twitter or twitch. and the accounts that have them are completely devoid of public activity. but here’s a fun twist: a while ago someone actually reached out to me and told me that “snapcube” on tumblr had recently been set free. So now i do actually have snapcube in reserve on a side blog here haha. Just in case.

[tiniedemon]

— ♡

poly creek headcanons

craig tucker & tweek tweak

— ♡

sfw

— at first they were happy with each other and only each other

— they didn’t really feel any blank spaces in their relationship

— then they befriended you

— you were like a ray of sunshine for them

— it was like they found the missing puzzle piece they didn’t realize wasn’t there

— it took a while, but craig finally came to tweak about it

— he was really upset for liking you the way he did

— tweek was just as upset with himself

— “tweek, honey, i’m so sorry. i think i’m falling for y/n.” “i think i might be too. it’s t-too much pressure! i can’t take it! it’s stressing me out.”

— now that they were on the same page, they needed to bring it to you

— said conversation went something like this:

“y/n, we need to talk to you about something,” craig finally said as he seated himself next to you. his arm was rested on the arm of the couch, his legs relaxed and parted to the sides. tweek was fidgeting on your other side, head down and legs pressed together, knee bouncing. you were calm, a kind smile on your face as you rested your hand on tweek’s knee for comfort.

“yeah, of course. what’s up guys?” you inquired, your other hand rubbing craig’s shoulder. based on the slight twitch of his eye and the twist of his lips, you could tell the nonchalant man was stressed.

“h-how do you feel about us?” tweek rushed out, stumbling over his words. his face was red, eyes and nose twitching, lips restless against one another.

“if i’m being completely honest, i have quite the crush on the both of you. i’m willing to push it down and ignore it if you’d both be more comfortable with that,” you responded, withdrawing your hands to your lap. it felt a little weird to be caressing them after you’d just confessed your feelings. tweek apparently had other thoughts, as he gripped one of your hands in both of his and brought it to his lap to fidget with. his vocal tics calmed down with the action, and you smiled at him.

“we recently realized that we do too. we’ve talked about it and we want to invite you into our relationship, if you’d like,” craig drawled, the slightest hint of a smile on his straight face. you nodded slowly, mulling it over, before offering a bright smile to both of them separately.

“i’d love to, actually.”

— the relationship dynamics were surprisingly easy to figure out

— the three of you were already pretty much a throuple, just without the label and all the physical affection

— craig is a little more standoffish with physical affection, and tweek’s love language is physical touch

— craig’s is more acts of service, but he doesn’t like making a big deal out of the little things

— craig loves cooking breakfast for you and tweek

— tweek loves getting to sleep in and cuddle with you

— craig will leave you both cute notes and reminders on the mirrors and windows

— but would rather convince tweek someone broke in and left them than own up to doing it himself

— naturally you have to comfort tweek because he’s flipping out about a break in

— the three of you don’t enjoy public dates or outings

— craig has sensory overloads after a few minutes and tweek’s anxiety is too bad

— usually your dates consist of watching a movie that the boys fall asleep in the middle of

— so you clean up the snack mess and tuck them in for a nice nap

— usually you end up driving and the boys rotate between passenger and backseat

— but tweek always gets aux because his music taste is the only one all three of you can agree on

— tweek is anxious, craig is stoic, and you’re compassionate

— perfect throuple amen

nsfw

— even before you entered that step of the relationship with the two of them it was obvious craig had a size kink

— he had an obsession with comparing his hand sizes to yours

— also comments on how much smaller than him you are

— tweek is a soft dom

— he loves nurturing you

— craig is a harder dom

— he loves ruining you

— so while tweek is taking care of you and being gentle craig is turning you into a mess

— they love tagteaming you

— craig loves watching the bulge in your stomach every time tweek thrusts into

you

— but he’s also got his hand between your legs playing with you the entire time

— i imagine tweek is a slut for anal

— he’s dying to try double penetration on you

— craig is so down but something about anal throws him off so he’d always take the front door

— but that’s fine because the back door is good for tweek

— only if you’re comfortable with it of course

— craig is in love with three way kisses

— he also loves it when the two of you go down on tweek together

— he loves turning both of you into whining, whimpering messes

— tweek couldn’t find the clit at first

— but craig showed him and it was like he just knew what to do with it immediately

— craig and tweek are an evil duo when it comes to you

#south park x reader #craig tucker x reader #tweek tweak x reader

[fae-morrigan]

people… like jonjay? i didnt know that. curiously, what is the appeal besides yknow, gay superman?

This is worded hilariously, so I will deign myself to answer it.

In short: It has nothing to do with Jon (the aforementioned Gay Superman) and everything to do with Jay. Most jayjon shippers are Jay stans first and Jon is there too, I guess.

You probably have heard a lot of things about Mr. Jay Nakamura. Basically none of them are true, other than his hair being obnoxiously pink.

No, he's not some evil mastermind who manipulated Jon into a relationship with him. No, he's not a cruel and mean evil man who mistreats Jon. No, he's not a boring character with no personality. Frankly I don't even know how you get that last one, he's got an insane amount of presence on page.

What is Jay Nakamura then?

He's an investigative political journalist who was pushed into becoming that when a western-backed American dictatorship took over his country and subjected him to medical torture (giving him his powers). He's a refugee from a country that has been in turmoil since its creation by Jim Lee all the way back in the 90's Wildstorm universe. He, despite all of this, is overwhelmingly chill when Jon straight up cannot be, up to and including being the voice of reason and formulating complicated plans on the fly. He's a sensitive, caring man who deeply concerns himself with the well-being of others, but never himself, up to and including putting himself in danger. He's the real protagonist of Son of Kal El, and he dresses and has the color scheme of a poison dart frog. He looks like if Oscar the Grouch went to a drag show and came back with ideas. He's like if a 100 gecs song was a guy. And he's Superman's beloved. That's interesting by itself before you even get to Jon's side of things!

They meet under the following circumstances for Jon:

He's more or less just returned from the Volcano & his stint with the Legion. So, fresh off the heels of life-altering Trauma.

Clark, genius, decides this is a GREAT time to leave to liberate Warworld, leaving Jon (unstable) to be Superman alone.

He's not had a proper possession or attachment in years. Everything was fleeting and painful in the Volcano. He's now older than his best friend, his parents expect him to act like he did when he was 12, and the whole world knows who he is so he can't even walk to the coffee shop and buy himself a fun drink to calm his nerves.

Imagine you're Jon and killing yourself isn't an option: What do you do?

Well, you talk to your only friend in the whole wide world, Damian, and Damian (autistic) recommends you solve your turmoil by watching his favorite political twitch streamer, a guy named The Truth. So you do, you wake up at seven in the canonical morning to do so, and you find out about a boat of refugees that need saving, and you go and you save them because you may not be coping well but you ARE still superman!

And that leads... directly into Jon meeting Jay (who is in fact The Truth) on the rooftop at the end of issue 2 of Son of Kal El. In their first real meeting, Jay becomes the first person since the age up to fully emphasize with Jon's situation and to offer him a tangible solution and partnership.

So obviously Jon becomes obsessed. Immediately.

I'm not joking: I think people assume that Jay was the instigator for their romance, but no, actually, Jay was just kind of a helpful dude who gave tips on where to be and how to help, and Jon was straight up blowing off Clark to go meet him and get arrested for his cause.

^ JON, A WOMAN JUST EXPLODED PART OF METROPOLIS. FINISH YOUR DAMN SENTENCE.

Even their big romantic scene in issue 5 is characterized by Jay offering him basic care, taking Jon in when Jon's on the brink of collapse:

And then Jon kisses him. And it is Jon who kissed first, by the way. Its much clearer in the initial sketches from the first volume trade. First kiss Jay canonically initiates is in issue 15!

And this caring, this protectiveness, this understanding, characterizes their romance from then on: Its fast, its heated, its intense, but its never blind.

They help each other- Jon helps Jay free his country, and Jay helps Jon rest. It is the kind of romance that begins with infatuation and continues with devotion.

That's the real appeal of jonjay, anon: These are two weird ass people who found each other when they needed each other most. Two people on the verge of Giving Up who then carry each other out of the darkness.

So why the hell am I the only one who give a shit?

I think the hang up on people liking Jayjon comes from two places:

Firstly, people don't like the age up. Which, fair, I mean, it was a wack ass decision on Bendis's part, but its been what, six years? Get over yourself, like, actually. They're not reversing it. Either acclimate or leave people who like it alone. I'm saying this as a longtime Legion of Super Heroes fan, if you can't find the good and interesting in otherwise stupid decisions, comics are NOT the medium for you lmfao.

Secondly, people go into Son of Kal El expecting a queer romance, and then are annoyed when Jay and Jon get together fast and the book is more plot-motivated. But that's uh, that's the thing, SOKE is not a queer romance, the gay stuff is just the cherry on top, the seasoning- Son of Kal El is a book about fighting colonialism. Why do you think so many marginalized comic fans like it? The entire plot of the book is about overthrowing an American-sponsored dictator in order to liberate an Asian country. Jay & Jon's romance is not only flavoring for this plot, but an expression of its core idea- If you have the power to be an ally, that's what you have to be. Jon's arc in that book is basically entirely learning how to be a good ally to an oppressed group. Just so happens part of how he learns that is by kissing a man!

#jayjon #jonjay #jay nakamura #jonathan samuel kent #jon kent #SOKE #Son of Kal El #This post is such a TLDR by the way this doesn't even get into the half of it

[hanjizoo]

“white lace”

(ship: bang chan x male reader)

(synopsis: reader is a solo porn star who goes live every once and a while. chan stumbled across this boy toy, and after a session or two, knew that it was worth the run of his money. one live, (y/n) decided to surprise his viewers with something special and caused chan to make a dumb impulse decision. was that impulse decision the best decision of his life? he won’t admit it…)

(genre: smut, with a plot? maybe?)

(note: before you read, just wanted to say that i was recently diagnosed with a couple of health conditions. i’ve been dealing with them for a while, so it’s really put a hinder in the consistency of my writing/posting. i have gotten a few requests, and i promise i see them! i am trying to keep up with them as much as possible and finish them for you, my lovelies. i hope that my inconsistency isn’t too much of an inconvenience for you all. thank you for reading this!)

(disclaimer!!: this is smut!! so, there are mentions of: both heterosexual porn and solo gay porn. various words such as pussy, cock, dick, balls, tits, daddy, sir, etc. reader is a “femboy”, wears woman’s lingerie. reader imitates breasts with his own, acts of dirty talk, dildo riding, masturbating, cum-eating, etc. if you do not like any of these topics, do not read and do not comment anything hateful!!)

it was a stressful day for bangchan. he dealt with a lot of working in the studio, practicing choreography, and looking after his other 7 members(children). all he wanted was to go to his dorm room and sleep. though the closure of sleeping was what chan truly wanted, he has nightly ruts that get in the way of that closure. chan was never the type to take time in jacking off. it was more of a one-and-done kind of thing. no motivation pictures, no porn, not even an audio…just straight imagination and the dull process of jerking his cock until he came.

it seemed every session got more and more un-relieving. he did it to relax his tense muscles and anxiety after all. strictly jerking wasn’t enough to even make chan cum after a while.

that’s when he decided to dive a little more into the side of porn. it was typical to watch porn, though chan never had time nor even have the desire to. it was only a faded recollection of his teenage years. but he thought that it would help him in his dilemma down south…

chan messed around and scrolled for a long while, finding something perfect that really got him going, though there wasn’t much. there are many sides to porn that chan found basic and seemingly effortless; nothing motivational enough for his soft dick. pages upon pages of monotonous porn and basic brags of “step sister with a tight pussy” accompanied with “jerking off my hard dick.” nothing set chan off, nothing made him hard.

that was until he found the glorious wonders of “imyour(y/n).” bangchan knew he liked (y/n) because of the instant twitch in his dick whenever he saw one of (y/n)’s thumbnails. (y/n) was a solo-pornstar, had an intense following, lots of viewers, and even an onlyfans that was expanding amazingly. men took a liking to this boy toy (y/n). bang chan took a liking to this boy toy (y/n).

many times did (y/n) satisfy bang chan. chan even went to the extreme of donating every once and a while just for (y/n) to say his username as he plastered cum all over his hands. (y/n) was smooth and smart with his words, always saying the right things in order to motivate his viewers and make them cum. every live and every video was a surprise, he loved pleasing his viewers.

so, of course, after long and hard days of working, chan always looked forward to reaching his dorm room, locking his door, and immediately watching one of (y/n)‘s videos to jerk off to. accept this time (y/n) was live. bang chan felt his heart skip a beat just seeing that he was live. he was overly ecstatic and already hard.

“hi, cuties. i see a lot more of you have joined, should i start now? i think i might. i’m getting a little hard.” (y/n) giggled as he watched the chat flood with horny comments of “show us your dick”, “take off your shirt”, and “moan my name, i’ll donate.” (y/n) was a sensation beyond many horny doms who wanted a boy toy like himself.

chan felt himself getting hard just at (y/n)‘s voice. he was flirtatious, and it was obvious how horny he was through his voice.

“right, i should start. i have a surprise for you all anyway.” (y/n) started. he slowly stood up, his head being cut out of frame and presenting his body instead. he was still dressed but only in a small jacket low enough to cover his crotch. he began to slowly unzip his jacket, each second he proceeded revealed a small, white lingerie. it was very obviously a woman’s lingerie set. he liked that it covered less of his body. it only covered his bulge, and loosely fit around his pecs. the straps wrapped around his body nicely.

chan loved that. instantly, his dick twitched and he felt silly little butterflies in his tummy. arousal started to take over chan as he fantasized about grabbing (y/n)’s small hips and slamming into his ass like there was no tomorrow. he grew harder with each progressive thought, and started to palm himself through his pants. he kept his eyes glued to his computer screen, watching intently as (y/n) started to also palm himself through his panties, body still in frame. the dim room, lit by led lights, didn’t do (y/n) any justice when it came to a clear view. chan wanted to see every detail of (y/n). he wanted to see his dick up close, leaking just for him to see the detail of his face to help his fantasies of cumming on it.

“do you like it? i bought it just for you, sir. i knew you’d love how revealing it is on me. do you like how hard i’m getting? it’s all for you.” (y/n) began to caress his body, pushing his pecs together like they were tits. he slid a hand down to under his panties and slowly massaged his dick and the other one massaged his pec through the bra. massaging his dick caused (y/n) to push his knees together in order to keep his balance as he was still standing.

“fuck it” chan thought. he quickly unzipped his jeans, pulling them, along with his boxers, down to his knees as he sat in his gaming chair. he gave his cock a few strokes, adding a few drops of lube. chan never used lube too much but he began to need it more to help the fantasies of being in (y/n)‘s warm, lubed-up ass.

(y/n) sat back down in his gaming chair in front of his monitor. he began to read more comments that were flooding in. of course, all horny. he smiled a bit, his cheeks flushing.

“you do like it? i’m so happy you do. i just want to make you happy, daddies…should i show you my cock? do you want to see how wet and hard it is for you, sir?” the comments began to flood with many “yes”’s.

(y/n) giggled, “hm, okay. but i only will if i get three $10 donations, okay?” chan thought about donating. he contemplated it for a long while until his opportunity was over due to 3 other users instantly donating. chan loved donating to (y/n) but he wanted to hear (y/n) say his name tonight. “i should save my money for the later donation” he thought.

“oh wow, so quick. you are so good to me, daddies.” as (y/n) read off the usernames who donated and thanked them, chan couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. chan secretly wants (y/n) all to himself, but he won’t admit that to himself.

“since you were so kind to donate to me, i’ll let you see my cock now as promised.” (y/n) said, getting up from his chair and leaving only his body in frame again. he slipped off his panties slowly, taking his time and teasing his viewers, teasing chan. the moment his dick was set free, it bounced up and hit his stomach than bobbled back down to a semi-hard stance. he shook his hips a bit, making his dick wave from side to side to show it off.

“see how wet i am?” he asked. chan could see the light reflecting off of the small dribbles of cum on his tip. chan stroked his dick tightly, palming his tip every once and a while. chan was loud when he jerked off but tried his best not to be. but when it came to (y/n), he struggled to hold in his moans. these weren’t moans of lazy pleasure anymore, they were moans of pure high of arousal. chan felt dumb when he saw (y/n) stroke his beautiful cock. his cock was smaller than chan’s but chan found it cute. it was because of (y/n) that chan began to prefer little cocks to dominate rather than bigger ones.

(y/n) sat down again, his webcam gave a perfect view of his dick, thighs, torso, and face. chan could see everything he needed in order to motivate his cock. chan’s tip was red and hungry for (y/n)‘s ass. all chan wanted right now was to pound into him and shoot his seed into him.

(y/n) moaned, “ah~ god, im so wet already…do you like my cock, daddies? don’t get impatient, okay? i promise i’ll let you see this ass too.” he giggled, giving a smirk. (y/n) already looked blissed out and drunk on dopamine. his breath was unsteady and his moans were let free.

chan continued his strokes, covering his mouth as he felt butterflies invade his stomach again. it only made his cock twitch more.

after some more stroking and moaning from (y/n), he slowed, looking at his monitor. he scanned the comments, many of them by now were asking to see his ass.

he giggled, “oh, you want to see my ass, hm?” he pulled his panties back up, forcing them up high, the waist band fitting loosely above his hip bones.

he stood up, slowly turning around and shaking his ass a bit. chan admits, his ass is fairly big. definitely has a bubble butt for how small his build generally is. chan loved it of course, he loved thinking about slapping it while doing doggy and absolutely destroying his hole.

with the thong pulled up, his ass was fully out, fabric tucked within his ass cheeks. he massaged it, making it bounce up and down a bit. the recoil almost made chan cum on the spot. “fuck, his ass is so hot.” he said under his breath.

(y/n) turned to face his webcam again, this time turning the webcam to point towards his bed. his bed was decorated with a few stuffed animals and a white, satin sheet. his body was forced into frame, now with a dildo in his hand. it was realistic, a few veins running up the side, about 8 inches(20.3 cm) which was perfect for chan’s imagination since he was 7.5 inches(19 cm). (y/n) plopped himself up on his bed, setting the dildo next to him. he lifted up his bra above his pecs, pinching at his nipples accompanied by the massaging of his pecs. he forced them together, faintly imitating the shape of breasts.

“do you like them? do you like how big they are for you?” this made chan’s dick twitch. since he was bisexual, it was expected, but chan felt that this turned him on a little too much. he sped up the strokes on his dick, throwing his head back every few minutes. the room was filled with scant moans and whines, along with aqueous-sounding strokes. keeping his eyes glued to his screen, he watched as (y/n) lubed up the dildo in his hand, twisting his hand on the tip and slowly jerking it off. chan slowed his pace down to mimic what (y/n) was implementing on the dildo. chan closed his eyes and listened to (y/n)’s voice as he imagined (y/n) stroking his cock instead.

“your cock feels so good in my hand. it’s so big and wet. i can’t wait to feel you in my ass, daddy.” (y/n) moaned. he made intense eye contact with webcam. this was typical for him. (y/n) would make eye contact with the webcam every session to make the process more personal and seductive.

by this time, chan’s grip on his computer chair handle tightened, making his knuckles turn white. he had to edge himself just to hold himself off from cumming, even at this slow pace, chan was unbelievably close.

continuing to slowly stroke the dildo, it generating a lewd, wet sound, (y/n) announced, “i’d love to continue, but you all know what time it is, don’t you?” chan knew exactly what (y/n) was talking about. every time he went live, he asked for a $45 donation from chat, and whoever donated first was the lucky one to get their name moaned as (y/n) absolutely destroys his ass and cums all over himself.

chan’s stomach dropped, he wanted to be first. he wanted to go over the top just for (y/n), but maybe that was just the arousal making chan so desperate and dumb.

dumbly, chan scurried in order to be the first to donate. chan, dick still in one hand, hardly had to think about it before he ended up donating $100 to the boy. shock took over chan as he realized what he had just done, but simply stared at (y/n) and waited for his reaction.

chan watched as his username popped up in the corner of the screen, “call.me.chris donated $100!” it read. the small alarm of the donation pinging, getting (y/n)’s attention.

“oh my, $100?…thank you, sir…” it was obvious that (y/n) was flustered and shocked, but he tried to hide it the best he could in order to keep his provocative persona.

“well since you were first to donate, i should get ready for you then, shouldn’t i, chris?” chan hearing (y/n) say his name made him whine lowly, covering his mouth as he felt the heat radiate from his cheeks.

(y/n) prepared himself by picking up his dildo once again, stroking it a few times to warm up the lube, and turned his body around and proceeded to get on all fours. his ass was pointed up high. chan had a clear view of his beautiful asshole, and divine ass. (y/n) reached around, using his hands to spread open his cheeks to showcase his asshole some more.

chan sped up his strokes once again, moaning into his hand that was still covering his mouth. chan had a kaleidoscope of butterflies fill his tummy as he watched. he felt so incredibly special to (y/n) in that moment. he got what he wanted: (y/n)’s attention.

(y/n) arched his back, forcing his ass up high. a few of his fingers were still wet from the lube on his dildo, so he used it to massage his asshole, slowly inserting his middle finger. moans fell from (y/n)’s mouth as he continued to force his finger in and out of his ass. the lube made him slick and easy. chan wanted so bad to see (y/n)’s face as he fucked himself.

chan threw his head back, eyes rolling in the back of his head. he continued to please himself, imagining that it was (y/n)’s ass that was pleasing him instead. the sounds that chan was hearing only motivated him to cum even more.

after a few minutes, and a few more peeks at (y/n)’s ass from his monitor screen, the sounds hushed. this got chan’s attention of course, forcing him to find the source of the pause.

he was presented with a pulchritudinous sight. within those few moments of silence and rustling, (y/n) must’ve gotten a little too needy for chris’s dick. he was exposed: legs spread open, on his knees, and was lowering himself onto the dildo that was only help up by his hand on the base of it.

chan paused and watched in awe as he saw (y/n) lower himself onto the dildo, it slowly disappeared in his ass. it was slow, moans and whines slipping from (y/n)‘s lips as his dick pointed straight up and leaking pre-cum.

once (y/n) got to the base, he paused, “your dick is so big, chris.” he giggled, smiling at his webcam. chan was now just a puddle; putty. he felt weak in every aspect and couldn’t even bring himself to continue jerking off, just watch in fascination at (y/n) as he moved slowly up and down, the dildo disappearing and reappearing in his ass. his legs were wide open, giving chan a nice look at all of him: his dick, his balls, his ass and the dildo deep inside of it.

“god, you feel so good. do you like seeing me like this for you, chris? do you like seeing me take your cock so well?” (y/n) asked rhetorically, looking at his webcam once again. chan felt special, he felt like it was only (y/n) and him in his room. chan, for once, forgot about the concept of porn in all of its counterfeit. he forgot about the other 5,000 viewers that probably felt the same way as chan in that moment. it felt real to him, and maybe that’s what pushed him over the edge. he felt like he could cum in seconds if he started to jack off again, and he didn’t want to cum yet. he waited, taking in (y/n). he watched as (y/n) would lift himself off of the dildo,

only to force himself back onto it, the base meeting his ass. every time (y/n) pulled up, strings of lube stuck. it was messy and chan loved it. the small boy was covered in sweat, causing his hair to stick to his face. only the sweet sounds of (y/n) forcing himself onto his dildo and loud whines and moans were heard through chan’s monitor. still riding the dildo, (y/n) rested his arms in front of him to hold him up, forcing his pecs together in order to mimic breasts forced together. they bounced a little from the constant motion of (y/n) pounding himself on his dildo.

(y/n) looked up again, “do you want to fuck yourself between them? cum on them? i’d let you do anything you want to me, chris.” he smiled, blushed cheeks and sweat accompanying his face as well.

this triggered something in chan. he usually wasn’t the one to pursuit so called “femboys.” he was bisexual, sure, but he loved both the feminine aspect of some women and the masculine aspect of some men. he never thought to let it interchange with one another, but chan wasn’t so sure anymore. seeing (y/n) wearing a woman’s lace bra, even the smallest detail of the bounce his pecs would do when he’d slam himself back onto his dildo did something to chan he couldn’t rightfully explain or fully comprehend. though, he didn’t really care either. all he wanted in that moment was to cum to (y/n).

chan’s eyes switched every so often. he didn’t know what he wanted to keep his eyes on more: (y/n)‘s glistering pecs or his bouncing dick. curses fell from (y/n)’s mouth, notioning that he was close.

“fuck, you feel so good, chris…holy shit…please don’t stop, please don’t stop.” drive took over chan, and he couldn’t help but to indulge and please himself to (y/n). he was desperate and wanted to cum, so he started out as rough and aggressive with himself. each pounding (y/n)‘s ass would take only caused chan’s dick to inch closer to release.

“haa~ fuck, so close. mm, please, chris, cum in me. please~” hearing (y/n) beg caused the already present knot in his tummy to accentuate. he felt himself come close, his tip throbbing and profusely leaking. he wanted nothing more than to fuck that small ass of (y/n)‘s; wanted nothing more than to make him cry all because of his big cock.

chan threw his head back, fucking into his hand like it was the small boy on his screen.

“fuck- gonna cum. please, cum with me, chris. please, fuck me until you fill me up.” (y/n) begged. his voice was shaky and raised a few octaves now. his whines were beautiful, chan could of swore that (y/n) was crying at one point from how needy his voice sounded when he begged.

small trails of curses were whined under (y/n)‘s breath before it all came to a stop, the continuously clumsy slaps of (y/n)’s dildo meeting his ass and chan’s sloppy fucks still quietly heard in his room.

chan knew that (y/n) came and was continuing to ride out his high of his orgasm. (y/n)‘s whining and moans pushed chan over the edge, forcing his dick to twitch and coat cum over chan’s hand and a bit of his shirt as well. chan groaned deeply, trying not to be too loud in caution of the other members.

as chan rode out his high, slowly stroking his cum-covered cock, eyelids slightly closed and breath heavy, he watched (y/n) again. he was now trying to catch his breath as well, and slowly raised himself off of his dildo. he sat it next to him, and raised his hand that was also coated in some of his cum. he forced his fingers into his mouth, tasting and swallowing himself.

“you taste so good, chris. i wish i could’ve felt your cum coat my insides though.” he continued to wipe some off the cum that was dripping off of his cock, and wiped his on his tongue, showing his audience. (y/n) never took his eyes away from the webcam, and continued to lick his fingers like it was the best meal he’d ever have. his eyes were semi-closed, and his body was very clearly tired from getting pounded into.

(y/n) lightly giggled, “my body’s so tired from your dick, chris. i’m always tired after i cum, but i think your cock really did a number on me. i can hardly hold myself up.” it was true. he was hardly able to keep his eyes open, let alone get up to end the live.

still in nothing but his bra, he struggled to find steady composure as his knees were wobbly and he began to limp. he picked a blanket up from his bed, wrapping it around his slim body. (y/n) was undoubtedly cute in chan’s eyes.

(y/n) mustered up enough strength to approach his desk where his webcam was located.

“i really hope you enjoyed, chris. thank you for donating, sir. i hope i can pound myself to you again soon, your cock was amazing…bye, sir.” (y/n) waved lightly, his body was giving in to the comedown of his previous orgasm. (y/n) kissed his viewers goodbye and ended the live.

chan looked at the end screen for a bit, trying to take in everything he has just done. he was even still shocked that he donated $100 to (y/n). he decided it was best to shower to rinse himself free of his cum. no matter how tired he physically was, chan couldn’t put off the thought of (y/n). he replayed the whole scene in his head, eventually needing to jack himself off again due to how hard he got due to a simple thought of (y/n). maybe chan was more intrigued with (y/n) than he thought.

(potential part 2?!)

xo, kai <3.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan x male reader #bang chan #male reader #skz #skz hard thoughts #skz imagines #skz fanfic #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfic

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support system

summary: in which reader goes through a depressive episode but she doesn't need to suffer alone, or. . . in which I got inspired by that hotch and emily's scene.

pairing: platonic!aaron hotchner x gn!reader; platonic!bau x gn!reader

w.c: 2.1K

warnings/content: tw!depression; descriptions of feeling numb, insomnia, poor eating habits, feeling as if you're suffocating and confusion; basically a depressive episode; minor character death (mentioned).

a/n ²: this is based on my own experience, not everyone feels the same way. if this is triggering for you (read the warnings, please) then don't read it.

navi

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“Is everything okay?”

You released the grip you had on the file when the voice of your boss brought you back to Earth.

Your head was on haywire. The case wasn't much help, it didn't end well, not like you wanted, at least. Each one of you endured it in a different way but you could see through Emily's eyebrow twitch as she dozed off, in JJ's far away gaze as she stared out the window and in Derek's strained smile as Spencer checkmated him on chess for the tenth time. This job took a tool on all of you but the choice was always clear — you wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

And your head played tricks on you in spite of the death you saw every day. You called it grey days; the ones where, as soon as you opened your eyes to start the day, you'd drift to the void of nothingness. The colours were faint, if there were any at all. They just didn't matter to you as you walked by your apartment and everything was tidy up. While your brain mocked you for the numbness as you ate and the cracks caused by dryness in your lips. Nothing out of order, except for the mess inside your head. As long as it stayed there, it was fine.

But apparently, that's not what happened. You've been reading the same paragraph for the thirteenth time and you had misspelled the same word multiple times. You couldn't concentrate on paperwork and that's when you wished to finish things like Spencer did. He did everything perfectly and fast, always the first to be done even after proofreading it. Fucking IQ of 187.

In resume, you were not fine. The case was just an added bonus. And you were too stubborn to admit it to anybody, most definitely not your boss.

“Yes, sir.” You replied, turning the page after blinking to escape the blurriness of your sleepless nights. “Just finishing up some reports.”

He took his seat by your side, two cups being placed in the table in front of you.

“Why don't you finish up tomorrow?” He offers, leaning back as he relaxed his shoulders. He seemed to be winding off for today, his paperwork forgotten at his side. Those were probably finished already, and more awaited him at his office back at Quantico. Hotch worked too much. You wondered if he ever went crazy for a break — you knew he needed it. “Get some rest. Take a nap before we land? There's still some time.”

Your lips curled up in a smile. The first real one of your day. You found yourself unable to react when people explicitly showed they cared about you. What were you supposed to say? What were you supposed to do?

But it made you secretly warm inside. They care. I'm not alone.

Everyone knew you liked to sleep on the jet. As soon as you walked in and took your seat by the window, you were gone done for the day. Derek often made fun of you but you were used to it.

Today, you went straight to the casefiles. Burying yourself in work in order to ignore the intrusive thoughts running through your mind. That's the best outcome you could gather.

Except it wasn't.

“I can't,” you said, writing down the date on a new file. “Too much to do.”

Hotch stayed silent and you took that as the conversation being over. When you were concluding another set of paperwork, he softly nudged one of the cups into your hands. You blinked up in surprise and that must've been the distraction he needed to pull the files out of your hands and push the mug into them.

A look was all it took for you to accept it and sip into the beverage. Tea. It calms you down. Garcia always makes sure to sneak in a packet into your go-bag, knowing you crave those most of the time — and on days like these — the jet had the tea option too, despite the coffee addicts sitting around.

“I want you to make a deal with me.”

You peered at Hotch through your eyelashes, slightly alarmed. “That's concerning.”

He chuckled, raising an eyebrow. It was weird seeing his strict mask crumble down into a relaxed demeanor without that crease in-between his eyebrows plus the familiar daily harsh glare.

For some, the image of Hotch chuckling was barbaric. You'd definitely never believe it if you hadn't seen it yourself. The same was for any of your friends. It was absurd, but it happened.

“What would this deal be, sir?”

“Take a break,” his gaze lowered to the fawn casefile quickly and then to you, the strict fire in his eyes coming back slightly. Except that that one wasn't from Hotchner, BAU's unit chief, but from Aaron, your friend that enjoyed going on marathons when he had a — rare — day off, the one who actually laughed at jokes involving sports. “You are tired. You deserve it.”

You don't.

There are more victims out there, ones you haven't even heard of yet and you're whining about not having enough sleep or not being able to breath right because your chest is tight.

You don't deserve rest. You don't deserve the life you have. You don't—

“I'm almost finished.”

“The deal is: you're gonna go weeks, months even, feeling fine,” he leaned back, watching you focus back on the paperwork. He was able to see the bags under your eyes and that grey haze. Anyone could. No amount of make-up could hide the pain in your eyes. “Then, you're gonna have a bad day.” Your hand froze as you were about to turn a page. He carried on. “And that's understandable. Just let me know when you do and if you'd like to talk about it. Can you do that?”

You wanted to say you were fine and move on, just pretend you weren't dying inside, begging to get some time away from you own thoughts. But a part of you desired to be taken care of, to be heard, even if what you said didn't make any sense. You wished to just be heard.

So, for the first time in a long time, you admitted it out loud — to your boss, of all people. Well, he offered first so that was on him. Through the way he looked at you, a spark of understanding, you wondered if he knew what was going on deep down. Or if he find it too familiar to just let it go.

“I'm having a bad day,” you squeezed the pen on your hand until your knuckles turned white. Diverting your attention to the window, you focused on the clouds as you spoke up. “It's one of many but sometimes I—I can't help it.”

You felt your neck heating up, the shame arriving too soon after you confessed your feelings. It was so hard to talk about them, to be vulnerable with someone else.

Maybe they'll find me stupid. Not maybe, they'll certainly find me stupid and a burden and finally realize that I shouldn't be there.

“We can't control them all the time, can we?”

Your graze drifted back to Hotch, his stance hadn't changed as if he had been expecting your words. He carried on upon seeing the frown of confusion in your face.

“Our thoughts,” Aaron clarified. “We can't control them. Not all the time.”

You nodded quietly in response, munching on your lower lip.

“But we don't need to be alone with them,” he watched as you kept on fidgeting with your hands, picking at your nails. “You know what I do when I have a bad day?” Casting him a curious look, he offered you a sad smile. That reserved expression he had whenever he would mention Hailey in a conversation. “I visit Hailey's grave. I talk to her about everything. Not that I just remember her on bad moments, she's with me every day. But on those times... I need her. And that's what I do.”

“Do you feel better?” You ask, something in your chest crawling up until your eyelids.

Hotch reaches for your arm, squeezing in reassurance. “I do. But it's a lot better when I talk to someone that's here.”

That's when the dam broke. You didn't sob, no. It was more of a silent cry that had been waiting a long time to be released. When you finally know you can be open with someone and they won't judge you for it? It's relieving. You had been waiting on that feeling for such a long time.

“I'm sorry,” you sniffled, pulling your head away from his shoulder. “That wasn't supposed to happen, I'm not like this.”

“You don't have to apologize.” He said gently, offering you his handkerchief. You begrudgingly accepted, it was better than to have snot running out of you nose. You could wash it and give it back later. “It's alright.”

“A hard week, actually,” you shook your head, frowning at your hands. “I was doing everything on automatic, I felt so... numb. And now I just want to cry it all out. As if everything that I've been bottling up—”

“... it's coming back.” You nod as he completed your line of thought. “That happens when you don't get any rest.” He gave you a pointed look and you had the decency of smiling sheepishly. “Do you think you could try and do that tonight? Forget the paperwork. Go home, take care of yourself, get some sleep. I know it's a stretch to say you could have a few days off—”

You gasped, “please don't.” Hotch chuckled softly, and you flushed red at the desperation displayed in your tone. It's not that you were married to work, but disrupting your whole routine like this could make you feel even worse. You had to start by baby steps, like properly eating and sleeping, otherwise you'd feel more guilty for staying off work and the amount of late stuff you'd have to get back to...

“Let's say that if you need to take some time off...” Hotch said. “You can do that. You are allowed.”

“Thank you, Hotch.”

“No need to thank me.” He gave you a soft smile. Soon, both of you got back to your own little worlds. And you took your rightful spot by the window, cheek resting against the small pillow you carry on the jet. You followed the movement of the clouds as the plane whisked by them, your eyelids started getting heavy and that's when you knew that the tea was doing its effect in your system.

You were too wiped out to feel a warm soft blanket wrap around your body, but your fists subconsciously closed around it tightly.

“Are they okay?” Spencer asked softly, careful to not wake you up from your slumber. But you seemed to be in a deep sleep, so much so that you barely moved when he tucked his blanket around your shoulders. He had seen you crying a few minutes ago as you and Hotch shared a quiet conversation. He didn't want to intrude, but his concern was all over the place.

Hotch hummed, the corner of his lips quirking up slightly as Spencer made sure to move the casefiles to the coffee table instead of your lap, leaving you free of any burdens that could wake you up.

“They'll be fine.” He ensured Spencer, whose concerned eyes studied you for a moment before he nodded and sat down on his own seat.

You had a good support team right behind you if needed. You weren't alone, you'd be alright.

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a/n: I really wished someone said that to me. that's pretty much things I want to hear in days like that. if you feel this way, feel free to dm me anytime. if you don't want to talk, I love you either way <3

#criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner x gn!reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #reader insert #criminal minds fic #aaron hotchner x reader

[malleux]

freedom. | quest for tyr [IV]

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young adult!atreus x reader

-> synopsis: The only times you had ever experienced adventure was through your books. It was hard to live an exciting life while trapped in Alfheim.

You know you're meant for something greater than wasting away underground.

[loosely based on the events of Gow: Ragnarok]

-> chapter warnings: all chapters contain spoilers, cursing, anxiety, fighting, fight scene not accurate to canon, blood

-> a/n: sorry for the much, much shorter update. this is literally half of what I normally write, but the "quest for tyr" section of the story is over and it's time for "old friends". please enjoy!

You were sick of it. 

Atreus and Kratos, very obviously, had a strained relationship at the moment. It was typical of every parent-child duo to butt heads at times, but couldn't they have done it in private? 

You nor Mimir wanted to hear constant bickering. Atreus wouldn't listen and Kratos wouldn't hear him out. In your opinion, who cares? 

The deeper into the mine you got, the more your eye twitched in annoyance as they argued. It was typical for a parent and their kid to disagree— Hel, you and your father argued often— but this extent was maddening. 

Did you hear that, brothers? I don't think we're alone." Even Mimir had butt in a few times to make them stop, deciding to comment on the weird noises he heard that Kratos and Atreus were definitely speaking over. 

"Ears open. Eyes up." Kratos responded. 

"It came from over here. There's a passage leading out." 

Atreus headed to the other side of the room where the entrance to a small crawl-space was embedded in the wall. You made a face, once more despising the confined space as you watched Atreus crouch down and shuffle inside. 

"Atreus. Do my words irritate you?" 

"It's fine. I get it." Atreus's tone was obviously annoyed. 

"Brothers— wait, is that light up ahead there?" Mimir cut his own sentence off. 

You came out of the crawl-space into another very open area. Laying a hand on your spear, you looked around. Stalactites hung dangerously low from the ceiling, building up from years and years of existence. Across the room was a door, a large lock across the front of it. 

"The door is barred." You commented. "There has to be a reason." 

"You don't lock a door like that to secure spare bedclothes." Mimir agreed. 

Atreus pulled out his bow and aimed it at a lower corner of the door frame, yelling out his spell and releasing the arrow into the weak spot. It cracked, the old wood beginning to crumble around it. He did the same with the next corner, and the next, until the door was loose enough to open. 

Kratos followed after him, walking up to the large latch and grabbing it, readying himself to heave the wood up and unlock the door. 

As he was doing so, however, a loud yell rang across the cavern. You didn't recognize its words, but the thought was quickly pushed away as two large beings jumped down from another entrance in the room. You wanted to kick yourself for not seeing it and securing it earlier. 

They raised their weapons and ran forward, one choosing to clash with Kratos as the other went straight for you. You didn't have time to summon a shield with the enemy's speed, instead choosing to use the pole of your spear to counter his swing instead. 

"Mimir!" You called, "What the Hel are these things?" 

"Einherjar, lass!" He yelled back, as if you were just expected to know what those were. "Be careful, they can use the Bifrost and could get a brutal hit on ya!" 

You heeded Mimir's words just in time as the Einherjar's staff began to glow a bright purple. He swung it towards you again and you dodged, rolling out of the way and standing up behind him. You stabbed the spearhead into his back. The Einherjar yelled out in pain, thrashing to get un-pierced, but the damage was done. 

"Skjálfa!" 

Turquoise light emitted from the tip of the spearhead and illuminated the inside of the Einherjar, its power sending shocks through his body. He slumped to the ground. 

Atreus and Kratos took on the second Einherjar, Atreus continuing his strategy of staying in the background for long-distance shots while Kratos used his little fire-blade-chain-things. The fight didn't last long-- obviously a god, a demigod, and a half-elf were no match for the Einherjar-- and you were able to take a moment to catch your breath. 

Between the constant magic use and the fact that you were just out of practice from not using your spear in so long, this journey was definitely starting to wear on you. You were beginning to think you had asthma-- did they make a healing spell for that? 

"Clearly they don't want us in there. This has to be it." Atreus, ever the energetic one, was ready to push forward. 

You held a hand up, chest still slightly heaving. "Let's-- can we talk about this? What are we going to do if it is? Just unleash a god of war into the Realms?"

"N-no!" Atreus glanced at his father. You knew Kratos wasn't a big fan of Atreus's plan anyways, so you figured your words might have made Atreus anxious about another argument. "I'm hoping we can talk to him. Explain what's going on with Fimbulwinter and everything. Maybe he can help."

"Help with... the end of the world?"

"Yes, exactly." Atreus reached forward and took your wrist into his grasp. His fingers were rough and calloused, no doubt from years of using his bow. They were warm as well, heating up your entire body. Or, maybe that was the exhaustion from all the exercise. "Let's go."

Kratos approached the large wooden door and inspected it. Obviously, it wasn't able to be opened through normal means. Instead, he dug his blades into the wood and turned around, pulling at the chains over his back. He yelled out in effort and eventually, the door flew off its hinges and splintered across the room. You covered your face to protect it from the wood debris and dust that flew up around you all. By the time you could open your eyes to look around, Atreus was already running towards the entryway.

"Tyr!" 

Inside the smaller room sat a man. A very dirty, very sad man. HIs head hung low, eyes trained on the dirt floor even as Atreus knelt before him. Kratos was not far behind. You chose to stay a bit further back, still holding your spear just in case. Not that you would want to fight a god, but you would if that's what it came down to. 

The man shook his head. "What trickery is this, Odin...?" When he looked up, you felt your heart lurch. His eyes were a glowing white, piercing through the dust and darkness of the room and burning through everything he looked at. Bifrost eyes-- similar to Mimir's. "What game do you play with me now?"

"We're not with Odin." Atreus began, "We're the good guys."

Kratos stalked behind Tyr, just as vigilant as you were, and snatched the thick noose that was tied around Tyr's neck. He sliced it easily, but Tyr made no motions to move. He still sat-- hunched over, face turned to the ground. 

"This is the god of war?" Kratos questioned.

"Those blades..." Tyr eyed the blades in Kratos's hands-- the metal still glowing with heat. "I know you. Godkiller... Have you come for me now?"

God-huh?

You had questions. 

The only time Tyr made any major movements came next, after Kratos sheathed his blades and stepped towards him. He held his hand out, offering help, but Tyr frantically scooted away from him. "Stay away!"

Just how scary was Kratos?

"Brother, let me try." Kratos lifted up Mimir's head to the now-hyperventilating god. "Tyr-- Tyr! Look, you know me, don't you?"

"You-- you killed Mimir!"

"No, no, no, no--"

"We brought him right back!" Atreus butted in.

"Stay away from me, you monsters!" 

Tyr jumped up, pushing his way away from Kratos, Mimir, and Atreus. He rushed past you, attempting to escape, but not before you stood in front of him. You had put your spear away, realizing that having your weapon drawn would only scare him more. 

"Tyr, we're not here to hurt you--" 

"And you kidnapped the half-elf! What more can you do?" Tyr cried out, going around you and running through a different tunnel. He smashed through the wooden planks blocking it, more debris flying everywhere. 

"Kidnapped--"

"We need him!" Atreus yelled, ignoring Kratos's calls to wait and chasing after Tyr. 

Before you both could follow, several more Einherjar jumped down. They must have sensed your presences-- or heard Tyr yelling. You drew your weapons and quickly defeated them, following after Atreus through the tunnel. 

Many Einherjar stopped you along the way and you were only guided by the echos of Atreus's voice as he pled for Tyr to listen. Eventually, you were able to back the god into a corner. Tyr was still begging to be let go-- to be shown mercy, as if he was expecting Odin himself to rain hellfire upon the mines. 

Atreus threw his hands up as you and Kratos approached, as if asking 'What now'?

"This is my father, and this is Y/N. We help people." Atreus tried once more. 

"I don't belong out here. Please. It's worse when he's angry."

Kratos suddenly grabbed Tyr off of the floor with superhuman strength, pinning him to the wall. "Are you not a soldier? Are you not a leader of men? Answer me! Master yourself. My son brought us here to this place for you. Look at him."

Tyr's gaze flickered to Atreus, who was trying to subtly use puppy-dog eyes. You bit back a laugh. 

"You...? Why? You don't know me."

"We know of your past endeavors." You shrugged, "You did good. You helped the Giants. We're just... returning the favor."

"We...?"

"We are leaving. Are you coming with us?" Kratos waited for Tyr to nod before releasing him back to the ground. 

Tyr took a breath and stood, finally reaching his full height. You craned your neck up to look at him, and then made eye contact with Atreus. You raised your eyebrows to convey "I'm surprised this worked".  He returned the sentiment. The look didn't last long as Atreus fumbled around for a second, unhooking a spear from his back and holding it out to Tyr. 

"Here. Your statue in the lake had a spear, so I figured you might want a--"

"Walking stick? Oh, a kind thought, but no thank you." 

Another look was shared-- this time, confusion. 

Tyr crouched down to Atreus's height, laying one hand on his shoulder. "I ran earlier because I don't always know what's real. Sometimes, there's a... uh..."

"There's no shame in that, brother. We live in strange times." Mimir tried to comfort. 

"Everyone hears him talk?"

Kratos ignored it. "We must return home."

He began leading your little group further, probably feeling a wind or something that could lead to an exit. It was a bit awkward-- having a new giant god join the group, but it was still comfortable. Tyr was still wary, but nobody could blame him. 

"Are there names by which I should call you?" He broke the silence. 

"I'm Atreus. You already know Mimir. That's my father, Kratos, and then there's Y/N." Atreus looked at you and smiled reassuringly. "You're not the newbie anymore, Y/N."

You huffed out a laugh. "Considering I've only been here a few days, I still think I'm new."

"A few days? Had I not known any better, I would assume you were apart of the family."

You knew Tyr didn't mean anything by it, but the wording still stung. It was a reminder that you really weren't apart of any family. "Uh, no. What-- um, what all do you know?" 

You were nervous to ask, considering you never even went into detail when explaining everything over dinner those days ago. 

"I know that there was a half-elf being housed in Alfheim for many years. There wasn't much word once the fighting began, but goodness did you cause a ruckus when you left. Dark elf soldiers being dispatched left and right to find you and bring you home."

"They--they're looking for me?" 

"Why wouldn't they? You're not supposed to exist."

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[antiwhores]

Misreable - Bully!Bakugou x reader

When you walked down the halls he would shoulder check you or trip you. He would talk loudly about you behind your back to make sure you here. He would call you names whenever chance he got. He would break your stuff or steal it sometimes. The normal bully shit and etc.

But as usual you bit your lip and ignored him. You were taught that if you ignore them, eventually they’ll fuck off and get bored. But Bakugou apparently never got bored because this was your third year of highschool and he still wanted to fuck with you.

One day he takes it too far and you snap in front of everyone. And he can’t do anything but watch as you loose your fucking shit.

Angst, bullying, suicide mentions, suicide threatening, bakugou gets what he deserves, lots of cussing, violence

I been wanting to write this for a while but I couldn’t figure out the format. I hate this sm but Lmk if yall want a part 2 in the comments.

The hate between you and Bakugou was not complicated. He was a bully, you were his victim. Simple as that.

Bakugou would go out of his way to fuck with you every single day without fail. You had started to hate school because of it. You only had two classes with him and yet he decided to target you out of everyone else.

When you walked down the halls he would shoulder check you or trip you. He would talk loudly about you behind your back to make sure you here. He would call you names whenever chance he got. He would break your stuff or steal it sometimes. The normal bully shit and etc.

“Watch where your fucking going, stone-blind bitch.” He spat at you. He bumped into you, you had even tried to move over for him. But as usual you bit your lip and ignored him. You were taught that if you ignore them, eventually they’ll fuck off and get bored. But Bakugou apparently never got bored because this was your third year of highschool and he still wanted to fuck with you.

You continued on with your day like always, ignoring the harrassment you faced. UA was a guarentee to a successful life, like an infinate amount of money to a grocery store. With UA on your resume, your dream job was yours. So you bare through it, you only had two years left, including this one. You can survive.

Others caught onto what Bakugou was doing and began to isolate and bully you too. He was one of the most popular boys so that immediately made you a weird kid. They laughed and giggled when Bakugou harrassed you. You could still survive.

Atleast you thought you could but your patience is running thin. The last piece of rope twitched as you come back to the lunchroom from the bathroom to find Bakugou and his goons snickering at you.

You sat at a single seat lunch table, one on the more sucluded side of the lunchroom. You had work to do, always. With all the AP classes you took, knowing damn well you’d be screwed, the work load never ended. You needed that extra credit though and nothing was gonna stop you from passing those classes, not even the bully that occupies them.

Thats why when you looked down at the summative 5 page essay you had been working on smeared with the expensive ass milkshake you got at the small cafe next door, you lost your fucking shit.

The whole lunch room had gone quiet, reduced to static in your mind. It was ruined. You knew you shouldn’t have done it on paper. You should’ve just told your professor your computer was in the shop and it’d be late. You should’ve just went to the library and worked on the sticky computers there. You shouldn’t have just went with paper even if you like it better anyway.

On top of your report was a note written in clean, cursive handwriting. Handwriting you knew as Bakugou’s.

Maybe if you used all the money you spent on stupid shit like this milkshake, you could afford to get a computer.

just as you finished reading the note a flash or liquid was thrown straight at you.

Bakugou came over to you with a cup of bright colored juice and pretended to trip just to throw it right into your face.

“Oops.”

You hated him. You wanted him to die. You were going to kill him.

The whole lunch room was watching. They pointed and giggled with their friends. Some put their hand over their mouths with a gasp. They looked to their friends for approval to laugh. You were humiliated.

His friends cackled loudly in the back, slapping each other and jumping around. The liquid seeped into the s/c t-shirt you wore, leaving an undeniable stain like a scar after a war. It told everyone what just happened to you.

You hated yourself. You wanted to die. You were going to kill yourself.

You snapped. You didn’t know when your body started to move from the drunken feeling of adrenaline. Your fist slamming against his chiseled jawline sobered you up.

The wind up and deliver almost threw you to the floor. You put everything into that punch; your pain, your embarrasment, your tolerance, your suffering, and most of all: your anger.

The sound of your fist reverbed through the lunchroom. The laugher was gone. There were gasps, then there was silence. Dead silence.

The strength of the punch made him stumble backaway from you. He held his cheek in his palm as he looked up at you with a look of surprise and fury. He had no time to block since it was so spontaneous. His cheek began to swell.

The look of bloody murder would’ve made you shit your pants normally. Something about the act of pure revenge coursed through your veins.

“I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU!” Your scream bounced off the wall into everybodys ears. “For all my years of highschool you have hurt me and insulted me! You made my life a living hell! And you wont even tell me what the fuck I did wrong!”

Tears began to well up in your eyes but you swallowed them down to continue your speech. “And I know why you won’t tell me, YOU DONT FUCKING KNOW!” You stepped closer to him to scream the last part in his face.

You pushed him back, he let you. “For YEARS ive been waiting for you to get bored and leave me the fuck alone but you just WONT. I don’t know why the hell you do this to me but I’ll tell you one thing,” you shoved an accusing finger in his face. As you met his fiery eyes you yelled at the top of your lungs: “GROW. THE FUCK. UP.”

The push him back again, he lets you once more. “We’re about to graduate and your going out of your way to fuck with ME! Tellin me I dont have friends, YOU LEFT ALL THE FRIENDS THAT CARE ABOUT YOU! Now your with a whole bunch of fakes that talk shit about you when your not around. YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS TOO! Friends care about you! And NOT ONE, and I mean NOT ONE of your fucky ass hype master ‘friends’ over there give a single fucks ass about you.”

Your voice lowered, “You might be popular but you are fucking insignificant. You’re a sadistic asshole who makes everyone around them MISREABLE!”

Everything from the past 2 years pours out of you like rainfall and you can’t stop it. You want him to feel how you feel. Embarrased and isolated. You want him to feel like a fuck up just like he makes you feel. And he lets you, too shocked to even say anything.

Tears finally pour out of your eyes but you keep pushing. This was your chance and you were not gonna drop it.

You balled up his shirt and dragged him down to meet his widened eyes. His face twistsd with a look that said he was out for blood. He looked astonished where he was petrified to the floor.

He watched the tears fall down your face with his eyes bulging. “You make me misreable.” You spit through gritted teeth. “You make me want to give up and just end it all.” His eyes widen even more at this and his face twists into something sour, like he bit into a lemon of truth and self awarness.

You lower your voice to speak in a clear tone that only he could hear. “And if I do end up just jumping off a building or taking 3 whole bottles of pills or maybe even slitting my wrist, I want you to remember that this was your fault. That you pushed me to this. No one else but you and your influence. And I hope you take it to the grave and die on that hill cause the way that things are looking, I will too.”

The next thing you remember you were pulled away by staff into the office. You were suspended for a week.

You were not excited to go back to school.

#bakugou angst #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader #mha x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bully!bakugou

[iamtotallyfineokay]

A new game?

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Hey guys, I decided to change the idea for a bit. In one of my last posts, I mentioned my idea of Yandere FNAF UCN. In another previous post, I also said my how Yandere UCN is just Ultimate Custom Night slowly becoming Ultra Custom Night, while the robots practically simp for reader dangerously. However, I realised how it might not be appropriate, as the creator of Ultra Custom Night would probably not want their game being used for x reader fanfics with the storyline of Left4Dead Lovesick FNAF edition in an office. So I tried to change it! Instead there is a FNAF fangame I made up in my head based off the FNAF community’s stuff, like fanmade animatronics and fangame characters for example. I’m still building the plot, so please ‘bear‘ with me. Enjoy!

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You are (Name). You work as a small streamer online, with you gaining an adequate amount of subscribers and followers on Twitch and Tumblr, due to the FNAF content that you created. People like you for your SFM and Blender animations and your occasional FNAF memes. You even made fanmade FNAF merch which was pretty good. You recently requested your followers what FNAF games they want to see you play. Some of them began requesting games like Five Nights at Candy’s, Dormitabis or Animators’ Hell. Others stick to requesting original games like Pizzeria Simulator, FNAF World, and Security Breach. You then start playing the games your followers requested the next day on Twitch.

As you finish your run on Ultra Custom Night, you cross it off the list of requested games that your followers asked you to play. However, there was one odd request you were curious about. This request mentioned a game called The Last Terminal at Freddy’s, which you went on to find on Gamejolt in your free time. However, it didn’t exist(?), only having a Page Not Found screen on your computer.

However, according to the anonymous requester, they proclaimed that, like Ultra Custom Night, this new fangame has a lot of animatronics as well as new mechanics. The requester said, in a nutshell after that, the game is just if the whole community stuffed FNAF games, fangames, book and fanmade animatronics, all put into one game that is programmed and formatted like Ultimate Custom Night. They even mentioned that if The Last Terminal at Freddy’s was compared to Ultra Custom Night, UltraCN would be only about a percent of the content that The Last Terminal at Freddy’s has, as animatronics far and wide across the FNAF community are out in it, with the original FNAF animatronics, to the FNAF AR skins and animatronic variants, to wonderful fanmade animatronic variants, to even the smallest things like the FNAF easters eggs, loading screens and such.

Even though you were excited for it, there were other followers that responded to that requests, saying that the game is probably not real, it will be cancelled, or it might cause problems like lag or a virus being installed. You, however, like the naive Let’s Play player you are, had faith and waited for this new fangame, since the anonymous requester stated that the release date is around tomorrow, late at night, the time after you streamed your playthroughs of FNAF games. As you say goodbye to your followers while you shut off the stream, you were excited! A new fangame is coming! You then go to sleep, before waking up the next day, preparing a small meal, and going to Gamejolt to check on your computer to see if it’s there.

It was! It was released around midnight, showing impressive small leaks that weren’t enough to reveal much of its contents but just enough to show small gameplay clips and pics, with one image displaying a roster with instead a width of 15 characters! You grew giddy, straight to opening the game in the process. You then dive in blind as the first thing that pops up is a title screen reminding you of the formatting of the Animators’ Hell title screen. 6 animatronics take up each side of the screen revealing a middle showing the title of the game ‘The Last Terminal at Freddy’s’. You then notice that whenever 5 to 10 seconds has passed, a random animatronic on the title screen will be replaced by another one that isn’t on it. You then press the ‘Enter’ button on the screen. The roster was huge. It seemed like it never ended no matter how far you scrolled down your mouse down. It was always filled with only roster posters of animatronics taking up the screen. You saw a setting where cheats can be turned on, where there is no system to worry about running your run, and a system where you can’t die. You turn on these cheats, set the animatronics’ AI to one, and dive into your run. After that, you were met with piles of jumpscares frame by frame, before having to purposefully ending the night by turning your oxygen mask system off.

After that, you tried some fun challenges like ‘Candy’s Franchise’, where only FNAC 1, 2, and 3 animatronics are turned on, ‘Malhare’s Invasion’, where Springbonnie and his related variants hunt you down, and ‘Hot, Hot, Hot!’, where you mostly try to make your temperature as cold as possible, trying to prevent any fire-related animatronic come into the office to kill you. You were having a lot of fun in this. So when you checked the time, you were surprised it was getting pretty late. You also realised you didn’t turn on your camera to record this. Oh well, you can do it tomorrow on stream, it’s not like you played much of it anyway. You left the game, shut down your computer, then went on the rest of your day, although you can’t help but have a small gut feeling something strange might happen, so you try to shrug it off.

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Loading. . .

. .

. Loading successful. . .

Turning on title screen. . .

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A bright flash of light awoke these haunting robotic mascots in a jolt like a shock. All they now see is black. Then, a dozen random animatronics see a face through bright mist against a dark background, while the rest stayed in their blinded state. A new player? Odd. The last time they were turned on was when a darkened figure tapped something in front of them, before all of them seeing black. However, they decide to stay put, though some of them were having a glitching effect after certain time intervals, before being swapped with another animatronic. This new face seems to have a jumpy, positive expression. Curiosity gets ahold of them. Let’s see who you are.

Numerous surprises await. You seemed quite happy to be in their presence, chuckling at certain animatronics who you adore secretly, complimenting the mechanics of others, while whole-heartedly just playing the game. This is new. It’s like facing childish innocence in an adult form, all grown-up while being jolly. The positive reaction they could get from players before you were the occasional comment of how this game is only a bit good while lacking content that could improve it.

This fun lasted so long they even forget time went on. To them it’s was hours and hours of fun, but to you, it was just only a few. Then there it was again. You greeted them goodbye, before pressing something in the corner and them seeing black. Oh.

Oh.

Oh well.

That’s sad.

It seems good things don’t last very long.

And it was quite tiring to be trapped in here after a ghost child named ‘Cassidy’ and a wicked old ghoul named ‘William’, battled each other and fought and fought and fought, only to eventually trap each other in this hell.

There were whispers of the vengeful spirit Cassidy hurling insults and blames onto William while the now-turned murder ghost himself sweared under his breath that the fault and outcast of this place was the golden girl who was given a second change at life and a deep hatred for William.

Each hour, these two fought and fought, until their voices crack and choke, broken from the constant negative words hurling at each other. However, a new player came in. A new one. A vessel. One so sweet that one could have their teeth rot in an instant if this new player becomes a candy.

Cassidy and William, putting their foul arguments aside, now went to their own companions about how a new potential vessel will be there now. A vessel of a perfect, self-imagined future, with good use, with Cassidy having a plan of the destruction of William Afton himself, not caring an ounce for the other animatronics stuck in this game, while William imagines a day where he will shred and kill and burn his future victims to the ground, after getting rid of the golden girl herself first. -

Charlie: But Cassidy, isn’t this a bit too much? Your spirit has reached a state of mind where vengeance takes over your thoughts and feelings.

Cassidy: But Charlie! Look at this! We are trapped in this stupid place because he was the man who started it all! If we get our hands on that person, we will be able to rest, or even better, end Afton himself!

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William: Baby, my daughter, I display a deed for you. I seem to have found an appropriate vessel. One that’s so naive that they probably won’t realise they are being controlled. All we need to do, is request Malhare for the help of controlling this vessel, and we will continue the reign of hurt and fright!

Baby (from the books): Of course, sir! May a reign of newfound terror be shown through a new vessel. Shall we start it when this little one comes on again?

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These prideful spirits and trapped animatronics are torn in a constant state of acceptance and anger. However, a bigger tear will form, as one’s desires can get in the way of things. Cassidy might not see the destruction of the man who murdered her, while the murderer himself, might not see another drop of blood again. The animatronics might gain awareness slowly, while the other spirits watch from the side the chaos that they foresee and partake in. Maybe the spirits of the angered victim and the murderer might change their plans, though their results might turn out far more gruesome than before. But overall, the main thing you will notice is a fate for our dear (Name) that will not end very well for them.

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OKAY THAT WAS LONGER THAN WHAT I PLANNED TO WRITE. But I hope you guys enjoyed it. This was longer than what I expected.

#yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf ucn #yandere fnaf x reader #fnaf x reader #cassidy fnaf #william afton #afton family #fnaf books #circus baby #charlie fnaf #platonic #x gn reader

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AAA CANDY HEARTS!! i’m so excited! :3

could i request “Be Mine” with Byakuya Togami x Platonic!Reader? i requested something similar last year, and i’m admittedly a bit nervous to ask it again, so i hope this is alright!

(p.s. everything you write is always so incredible hhsnishdmjdj)

Oh my goodness HI! :D I remember you anon! Thank you for the kind words! :) This is beyond alright; I loved writing your request last year, and I loved writing this one! :D I decided to go with Lee!Togami hehehe :P I hope you like it!

Be Mine: "Oh that is IT! Come here!"

“Byakuya…” You drawled, spreading yourself over the back of the library sofa as your friend carried on reading. “Can’t you put down that book for five minutes to entertain me? I’m bored!”

“No. If you’re bored, go find a book to read.” He carried on, unmoved as you climbed over the couch entirely, settling in beside him. “I’m sure there’s something even your small brain can comprehend.”

“Small-” You gaped, sitting back dramatically as you clutched your pearls. “Are you calling me stupid? Byakuya Togami, my good friend! What do you have to say for yourself?”

Instead of apologizing, he flipped a page, lips twitching into a smile. “The children’s books are over there. Careful- you might miss something.”

“Oh that is IT! COME HERE!” You roared, grabbing his legs and yanking. Togami barely had time to yelp as his book went flying, replaced with your mischievous glare. “Take it back!”

“Ne-eheheheehhhever!” You were tickling before he could speak, going straight for his lower set of ribs before he could shut himself up. “(Y/N)!”

“Take it back! Take it back right now!” You taunted, motivated when you saw him try to suppress his giggles. “Don’t fight it- just say it! You know you don’t really mean it, Kuya~”

“D-Don’t you st-art with the ni-ihihcknames!” He wheezed, arching when you moved to his mid-set of ribs. “(Y/N)-ahehehahahahhahahha!”

“You know the magic words~” You sang in a sing-song voice, easily evading his flailing limbs and vengeful fingers. “Come on, come on~”

“Pffft- aheahhahahaha fihihiihihiine! Yohoohohohu’re nohohohohot duhuuhuhhmb! Yohohohoohohu’re nohohohohohohot!” He cried out,cheeks pink and glasses askew.

“Do you mean it?” You raised a brow, pausing your fingers but keeping them hovering above his ribs.”Really mean it?”

“Yehehehes..yehehehs. Nohohohow geheheht!” Togami lightly shoved you off him, shaking his head with a hint of fondness as you giggled. “I hahahte you.”

“No you don’t.” You grinned, beaming when he merely huffed, failing to hide his smile.

“Shush.”

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k24 #tickle #tickle dabble #danganronpa #thh #togami byakuya #togami x platonic!reader #fluff

[lostlimerence]

“Suguru Geto,” Nobara spits the name like it’s acid on her tongue. Yuji tilts his head, sits up straight, interest piqued “who?”

Fuck. Gojo hates this part of his job.

Nobara leans forward, pauses for a second, savouring the suspense she has Yuji hanging in before letting out a stage whisper “the worlds worst ever curse user.” Yuji’s reaction would be a source of amusement for Gojo, if the topic had been anything else.

His eyes bulge and he shoves himself closer leaning over the table into Norbara’s space, the red-head’s eye twitches as she places a finger on his temple shoving the invader back a few inches before continuing “apparently he went batshit…”

Gojo tries to drown the conversation out, tries to focus on the case in his lap, the ink on the page, but some words still slip through.

“Deranged”

Gojo bites his lip. Hears that voice, that deep, beautiful voice that would say his name in a way that was so soft, so gentle, so fucking tender, that remembering the loss of it feels like something picking at the stitches of his bloody soul. Satoru.

“Psychotic”

He winces, feels the ghost of a hand pressing little circles into the base of his neck, soothing sore muscles. Hears the gentle chiding, the “I don’t care if you’re the strongest, you still need to stretch, you moron.” He used to melt in those hands.

“Evil”

His fist clenches, he sees Suguru grinning wide, sweets in one hand, the other steadying a bike. Feels the phantom kiss at his temple, hears their combined laughter as they shift their weight, bodies pressed impossibly close, to keep from toppling.

And god he’s desperate to counter the kids.

Desperate to scream ‘you didn’t fucking know him.’

Desperate to tell them that Suguru Geto, the worlds worst, was his best.

His best friend, his better, his one and only, the love of his miserable life.

But he can’t.

Instead, he waits as the next line hits like a knife to the gut.

“Guess who killed him!” Nobara grins, eyes flicking briefly over to their sensei.

Yuji stares at her, catches the hint quick and beams “Gojo sensei!” they both turn to him Nobara nodding confirmation.

And it fucking hurts, the excitement, the pride, the awe in their voices.

Guess who killed him. Those words make him want to reach inside himself, to rip into his own skin and claw at the remnants of his tattered heart.

He turns away, clenches his teeth, tastes copper and says nothing as that cheerful statement reverberates through his brain.

Guess who killed him.

Stop.

Guess who killed him.

Stop.

Guess who killed him.

Stop.

He shoves himself up abruptly, ignoring his confused students, throws the door open, and strides down the hall, then right out into the rain.

Satoru.

Turns his head skywards, let’s the rain in, let’s it trail his cheeks, let’s it mask his pain. Suguru.

#not my best but this scene was stuck in my head #needed to get it out #satosugu #gojo saturo #geto suguru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #fic #my writing #itadori yuji #nobara kugisaki

[duexdub]

I want to ruin Childe so bad ☹️

Who doesn’t tbh…

Sub!Childe X Male Reader

CW/TW: nothing really. Vanilla pretty much

You sat on your bed under the warm sheets, keeping yourself warm from the chilly weather that was filling up the house. Right beside you lays your boyfriend, the tall ginger playing with something in his hands.

You were finishing a chapter in a book you haven’t been able to read due to being busy. You sat quietly, reading the pages as time went by. You always enjoyed these moments, you weren’t doing anything with Childe but his presence was enough to ease you.

You continued to flip through pages though suddenly something else had caught your eye, the sneaky hand crawling up your thigh. You looked to Childe, seeing him with a smug look on his face. “Can we?” He asked with a seductive smirk on his face.

You put your book down on the nightstand and started to strip off your clothes. Childe’s face lit up as he sat up and started taking his clothes off too. Once you two were fully naked, he started to crawl up to you, resting his bare body on your lap, your faces being right in front of the other.

You looked at your view of him, moving your face closer to his to connect yourself with him. Your lips interlocked with his, his tongue moving straight into your mouth. You started to feel your chest heave along with his, his soft lips caressing yours.

After a while, the smooth and soft kisses turned sloppy. You started to detach yourself from him, a string of saliva still connecting you two. You moved to attack his neck, kissing and starting to suck on a spot that would soon turn purple. You felt his slender hands move to your hair, gripping chunks of your hair. You heard the small whimpers and short moans that came from him.

After littering his neck with spots, he moved your head off of his neck, chuckling with a red face with beads of sweat dripping down it. “That’s enough” he laughed lightly, moving to reach the nightstand grabbing a bottle of lube, opening it and putting the gel all over your hardening dick.

Childe never liked prepping himself, finding great pleasure in the pain of the stretch. He grabbed your neck and pulled you forward while he fell back onto the bed. You pumped your dick a few times, going to line up with his eager hole. “You ready?” You asked gently. “Y-yeah” you heard back.

You slowly started to enter him, feeling the tightness of him around you. Both of you let out a loud moan while you pushed forward Into him. “Move.” You heard from below you. Staring to retract your hips back, you heard Childe’s moans start to get louder as time went on.

You continued at a steady pace, speeding up when it was appropriate. His tightness loosening and letting your dick out of suffocation.

You were going at a fast pace now, Child’s moans going through your ears. He looked away from you and let the pleasure take him away. Closing his eyes, he let your body take him to a feeling of ecstasy.

You started to grab onto his legs more, pushing them upwards and putting one to reach over your shoulder to get deeper into him. “F-fuck!” You heard. Loud moans that overrode yours continued to fill up the room.

You looked at Childe in the face seeing his eyes look down at your crotch, eyeing out your stomach to you fucking his hole. You looked closely and started to see small drops of tears roll down his fair skin.

You continued at your fast pace, making Childe and you feel incredible pleasure. “A-Archons..” you heard “Close?” You moaned out to him “yeah.” You heard back. You started to press on his lower stomach, really feeling yourself in him. To him, this was just the push he needed to cum. His back arching and his bright red dick twitch as cum Spurtes out of it, you continued to fuck him through his orgasm, not slowing down your pace.

After Childe felt like his euphoric feeling was over, he couldn’t help to keep moaning as you never stopped fucking him. You kept up such a quick pace, bringing him to tears over the overstimulation you were giving him. You had yet to get your orgasm, still trying to climb up to your high. “Holy a-shit~!” You heard his sobs and cries as you continued to pound into him endlessly. “I’m getting there” you moaned out, letting the warmth of his insides bring you right to your release.

“Shit~” you let out a gasp, quickly pulling out of him and releasing your cum on his stomach, some of it reaching his chest and neck. You both panted endlessly, slowly being able to get your breath steady again.

“Sorry.” You giggled, your hand moving to his face, wiping the tears from his eyes. “It’s alright, felt good.” You heard and laughed, moving down to hug him and lay beside him.

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I just wanna say I’m so sorry for ditching y’all for a month and a half 💔 I’ll be doing my requests through out the next few weeks they’ve been sitting in dust for way to long.

#duexdub #genshin #genshin smut #genshin x male reader #genshin x reader #tartaglia x male reader #tartagalia genshin impact #tartaglia #childe x male reader #childe smut #genshin childe #childe