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baileypie-writes · 5 months

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I'm sorry for all the asks for family requests but can you please do some of Velvet and Veneer protecting their preteen sister? Maybe from a bully?

A/N ~ Sure! And don’t worry, I don’t mind the requests:) Hope you enjoy!

And remember: if you’re being bullied, please tell someone. I promise you, somebody cares. In fact, I’m one of those somebodys.

~You’re Safe Now~

Velvet and Veneer + Preteen!Sister!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Familial

Synopsis: You’re being bullied, but thankfully, this time your sibling save you.

Warnings: Reader getting bullied(verbal and mentions of it being physical), minor violence, swearing, Reader crying.

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You let out a sigh of relief when you finally heard the school bell ring. Grabbing your backpack, you rushed out of the classroom. Your eyes darted around the halls as you made your way towards the front doors of the school.

When you were outside, you booked it to the side of the building. After confirming that you were alone, you finally let yourself calm down.

You can’t remember the last time you were able to peacefully make it through a school day. Each time, this group of boys would come and harass you. The’d say every insult under the sun, making fun of you for the smallest things. Things that you couldn’t control, like your looks.

You thought that telling your teacher would make it stop. You were unfortunately very wrong. After they got punished, that’s when the beatings started. You no longer felt safe at school, and you’re worried that they’ll follow you home one day.

Thankfully though, your siblings, Velvet and Veneer, were picking you up today. You haven’t seen them in a while, so they were going to take you out to eat and have fun. You were so excited, that you’d forgotten about your bullies. But all the memories came back once you saw them turn the corner.

Oh shit.

“There you are. We’ve been looking all over for you!” The leader, Jackson, called to you. His four other friends trailed behind him. You swear you’d rather have the devil himself appear in front of you than having to deal with these son of a bitches.

“What do you want?” You asked, trying to hide the fear in your voice. You failed miserably.

“Watch your tone, bitch.” Jackson pushed you, making you fall onto your back. You hit your head on the hard concrete, and you felt tears start to well up in your eyes. But you sucked them back in.

“My siblings will be here any second, so you better leave!” You yelled back at them. You were hoping that that’d scare them off, but that thought was shattered when you heard the boys snicker.

“Please, if they’re anything like you, we can beat both their asses no problem.” He grabbed you by your shirt, lifting your upper body off the ground. “Speaking of which…”

Jackson raised his fist, and you braced yourself for impact. You were already thinking of excuses to tell your parents. Maybe you should tell them you fell again. Or maybe that you got hit with a ball at P.E.

A loud honk snapped you out of your thoughts. You opened your eyes that were previously squeezed shut. All the boys’s attention were focused on a car that had just turned the corner towards the school. It was Velvet and Veneer’s car. If you weren’t being held, you’d probably jump for joy. You never thought you’d be so happy to see them in your life.

The car screeched to a stop, and your siblings hopped out of it. You’d never seen them so mad.

“Whoa. You guys are, like, those famous pop stars right?” One of the boys asked.

They didn’t respond. Their focus was solely on Jackson.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing to our sister?” Velvet asked. More like demanded.

Jackson let go of your shirt, making you fall back onto the concrete, and hit your head again. You let out a yelp of pain. The moment it fell from your lips, Veneer rushed over to you, leaving the yelling to Velvet.

“Are you okay?” He asked, looking more concerned than you’ve ever seen before.

“Yeah.” You said, barely audible. You looked back over to Velvet. She had her phone out, and a flash came from it.

“I just took your picture. If you ever do anything to (name) again, I’m posting this on all my social media accounts. Your asses will be finished.” She had the boys backed up against the wall. All of them looked ready to piss themselves. The moment she stepped back, they bolted away so fast, you swore you saw a cloud of dust form behind them.

Velvet scoffed, and looked over to you. You could tell she was trying to hide her concern, but she wasn’t doing a very good job. Veneer helped you to your feet.

“What was that? Are they bullies?” He asked. You just nodded. “How long has this been going on?”

You didn’t respond. You were so overwhelmed, that you began to uncontrollably sob. Your siblings were surprised by your sudden burst of emotion, but after a moment, Veneer gave you a gentle hug. Velvet, not knowing how to comfort people, just placed a hand on your back. They both let you cry it out.

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After the whole event, Velvet and Veneer took you out to eat at your favorite restaurant.

You ate your food slowly, being tired from all the stress and crying. Across the table, Veneer was trying to gather enough courage to bring up the whole bullying thing. Velvet, tired of waiting, spoke up for him.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” She sounded really upset.

“I tried telling people already. That just made them start hurting me.” You said, avoiding eye contact.

Veneer decided to speak as well, now that the subject was brought up. “But we’re your family. We can help you!”

“Look, I’m sorry okay? I was just so scared at what they would do next!” You raised your voice, making them jump a little.

“How bad was it?” Veneer asked after a moment of silence. You looked so traumatized, he almost didn’t want to know.

“They… beat me up a lot. And they make fun of me. I don’t feel safe at school.” Veneer felt his heart break for you. That’s when the anger caught up to him.

He turned to Velvet. “I want you to post those pictures.” His tone genuinely scared you.

“Oh, I already did.” She said, expression unchanging. Veneer gave her an almost menacing smile, and turned back to you. He placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry sis, you’re safe now.”

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~~baileypie-writes

#trolls 3 band together #trolls 3 #trolls 3 x reader #velvet x reader #veneer x reader #trolls 3 velvet #trolls 3 veneer #trolls veneer #trolls velvet #velvet x reader platonic #veneer x reader platonic

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callofdooty69 · 4 months

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i’m feeling extra delusional today so here are some silly little cod headcanons ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

cw: (very VERY little amount of suggestive content), profanity, mention of “boob” so

captain john price

absolutely terrified of spiders to the point where he’ll practically jump on you if he sees even the smallest daddy longlegs

holds his kid by the feet on occasion

burped in front of everyone at a meeting one time. it was dead silent and the lads still make fun of him for it

laughed uncontrollably when he saw soap with his mohawk for the first time and had to convince him not to just shave it off after hearing his giggles

calls gaz his “work wife” in a very serious tone

uses “cringe” emojis like 😅😂🤬

one time he was butt ass naked at three in the morning, shaving his beard in the communal bathroom. made ghost promise not to tell anyone what he unfortunately witnessed

says “jolly good time” like it’s a prayer

the man will tease you for letting out a little toot when his farts could kill a victorian child (i’m so sorry)

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick

slaps soap on the ass at least four times a day

called ghost his “wittle pwincess” as a joke and almost got his ass beat if it weren’t for price holding him back

a huge lightweight when it comes to drinking. like one shot of vodka will have him throwing up in the nearest toilet

shit his pants in the middle of training one time because he got food poisoning from eating too many freeze-dried skittles

said “womp womp” when soap told him he got broken up with (before the two of you together)

pokes your boob when he’s bored (consensually of course)

johnny/john ‘soap’ mactavish

cried when he found out titanic wasn’t actually based off of a true story

also slaps gaz on the ass daily

one time accidentally put a shit ton of salt in ghost’s coffee, mistaking it for sugar

ghost asked him to test how many oreos he could fit in his mouth without chewing. he made it to 19 before he almost choked to death

practiced kissing with a stuffed teddy bear when he was twelve. his mom has it on video and will never let him live it down

picks you up at random times of the day. washing dishes? perfect. making lunch? wonderful opportunity to throw you over his shoulder

bites you when he’s bored and wants attention, not hard enough to hurt but he just rests his mouth and teeth on you

when in public he always has to take an anxiety piss. he could have gone right before you both left and he would still run around looking for the bathroom and take a two minute long piss

shit in the pool. you might be thinking ‘oh this was when he was a child, right?’ no. he was 26.

simon ‘ghost’ riley

one time lost his mask and had a conniption fit for two hours, which is understandable. he was wearing it the entire time. went on a violent rampage for no reason

also uses “cringe” emojis

you walked in on him trying on your bra one time. you both didn’t move for about two minutes before you pulled out your phone and sent a picture to everyone else. he punished you that night if you know what i mean

says “laugh out loud” instead of actually laughing

burned his tongue when he tried to fit an entire bowl of ramen noodles in his mouth in one sitting

laughs in horrible situations

the king of “my bad homeboy” and “on god”

one time soap told him that saying “babygirl” to someone was a form of high respect and said “you’re absolutely right, babygirl” to price in a very serious meeting and everyone laughed after a moment of silence and genuine concern for his well-being. chased johnny around base for an hour after that

he had to change a diaper for price after he had his kid one time and she shit in his face. he made the horrible mistake of not wearing his mask in that moment

lays his head on your ass and calls you his “personal plump pillow”

found out he was deathly allergic to peanut butter after eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that was made up of half a jar of jiffy and less than a quarter of a tube of jelly

könig

thought “passenger princess” meant driving around with a barbie doll in the passenger seat of a car

almost had a mental breakdown when you told him that girls do, in fact, poop

got a flat tire in the middle of nowhere and his phone was dead. walked four miles to a gas station for gas but then forgot which direction he came from

he genuinely thought that babies come from the butthole up until he was seventeen

you recorded him sleep talking one time when he was mumbling incoherent german and out of literally nowhere said “stream taylor swift”

watches “keeping up with the kardashians” like it’s his religion

munch

anyways… you were yelling with your friend on the phone one time in a joking way and könig ripped the phone out of your hands and said “fuck off” and apologized profusely to both you and your friend after finding out it wasn’t actual anger and that you two were just joking over the phone

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let me know if i should make more, or if i should make some specifically nsfw 😏

anons are open as always ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

- 𝓀.𝒿

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t-lostinworlds · 5 months

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"And you're really going to leave me alone to watch our kids?"

AND WHAT IF I SIMPLY PASSED AWAY. WHAT THE FUCK IM IN PAINNNNNN

LKASLKASLK but honestly, it just makes so much sense. they're like two sides of the same coin. If a whole high school can dub them "the king and queen" with no hesitation, you best believe those mischievous lil shits would call them "mom and dad" without missing a beat. only thing was, it alternates most of the time. sometimes it was steve who gets called the mom, and she gets called the dad, and vice versa. either way, they're both "the parents" of the group and it's been like that ever since.

Robin always jokingly called them an "old married couple" because of how much they argued with each other and that the youngsters were "their kids" with how much the group was always seen together in such a family dynamic.

It always annoyed the two of them so much because the thought of being together was repulsive since "who would want to be married to someone who only complains about everything" and "why would i want to put up with someone who thinks his way is the only way" and so on. Robin could only laugh at the way they can never look each other in the eye every time they're called a "couple" and the way Steve never fails to turn red every time. Idiots, amirite?

But it wasn't until they somehow ended up the only two people dropping the kids off at summer camp that Steve saw how fitting it was.

He was giving Dustin a rundown of any and all advice he could think of, from "make sure to follow the rules and keep safe", and "try and win as many games as you can but don't forget to have fun", and reminding him not to forget sunscreen and to keep an eye over the others, etc. Steve ended it with a good ol ruffling of Dustin's hair which the young boy groaned in annoyance,

"Thanks for driving us here, Dad."

It was joking yet loving all the same. Steve rolled his eyes but he couldn't wipe the smile off his face or the warm feeling he got in his chest.

And when he went looking for you so he could annoy you and say that it was time to go and to hurry your slow ass up, he caught you in the middle of saying goodbye with El.

"Bye, mom, drive back home safe," the young girl had giggled. You laughed with her, but he had never seen you smile so bright and so proud as you gave her one last hug.

Steve couldn't explain why his heart felt funny and warm and fuzzy all of a sudden.

Then the two of you were arguing over who gets control of the radio the minute he pulled back onto the road, from the whole "my car my rules" to "shotgun privileges" and kept arguing the whole way back to Hawkins over the smallest things you both could think of.

But you and him being mom and dad to the kids? The thought never left Steve since.

🏆 Competitively Stupid

#cs: comments & feedback #writing feedback #steve harrington x reader #when u sent the ask this idea came to me #and i can't help but expand on it a lil alskalsk #thank you for reading love!#answered: anon #answered asks

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weepinglilvessel · 5 months

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It’s late, no shh! This needs to be said before my ass explodes from the amount of frustration ٩(ᐛ)و

(This has been said to death but I don’t care) I love this fandom, ok. I’ve met some amazing people and I could name you some right now if you knocked on my door and asked. BUT, Never in my life have I seen a fandom so nitpicky and rude over the tiniest of things! (I know there are worse fandoms but I’m talking about my experience being in a few fandoms)

I’ve been freaking “yelled” at just because I wanted to change the lore a small bit. I’ve seen people competely get harassed because they don’t like a design or something is not correct. Why does it matter?! Why must you be nitpicky to fit a standard? If you don’t like something scroll away, ignore or etc! There is no need to take something so seriously.

You’re in a fandom to share ideas and express your likings. Not bitch slap the fuck out of people to the point they give up and leave the fandom. I feel like people completely forgot what a fandom is for. For FUN!!

Holy moly! I get it if someone makes a mistake you can KINDLY correct them, not beat the shit out of them.

Sorry for the rant. I’m just so surprised by how many people have been harassed for the smallest things or hate the fandom so much because of it they leave.

Good night.

#rant #fandom rant #rw #rain world #so frustrating #I hate nitpicky people #especially the rude ones #that’s enough rambling for today

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 5 months

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The Interview

A/N: For @lacilou . I hope I got it right. Merry Christmas!

"Christ, I can't believe I'm doin this shit. Lucky I don't burn Vought to the fuckin ground for this.."

Don't give a damn if the wretch behind the door can hear my discontent as I recheck the address from a slip of paper in my hand. Probably got some young spit fuck with their head up their ass to do this shit. I can't believe these assholes have me out here in the burbs even botherin with this crap. Since when do they do private residential interviews with the fuckin talent?

Grunting confirmation from the piece of paper, I crumble it and toss it to the immaculate lawn behind me. Rolling my shoulders, head tip to the sky as I take a deep breath before giving the front door 2 hard knocks; only a few seconds go by before I hear hurried footsteps comin from upstairs on the other side.

Looking over my shoulder to make sure my driver from Vought is still parked by the curb cause no way was I going to let this shit last more than 10 minutes. Saw the perfect bar servin half off whiskey for happy hour and I ain't about to miss it for some fuckin interrogation.

I turned to face the door as it opens but God damn if seeing you for the first time doesn't completely incinerate my foul mood. The sun bounces off your y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes, lighting them up as you smile up at me with the cutest pink cheeks. You look so fuckin vibrant, your excitement palpable. Busty chest teases me into a quiet submission, risin and jigglin a bit quicker than normal from your jog down the stairs.

Fuck, I thought I'd be dealin with a 20-somethin year old idiot wasting my time talkin about my glory days, not a fuckin goddess just ripe for the pickin. I hope to God you don't notice me gaze from your tits to your shapely hips. I doubt you do not since I'm leerin so fuckin intently; almost miss the sweet ring of your voice speaking to me as you repeat yourself.

"Soldier boy? Hi! So nice to meet you. I'm y/n."

Holding your hand out to me, fingers painted the most alluring blood red, I mentally note how they match your pretty toes in your stark white plushy house shoes as you take a step back and politely gesture me to come in.

"Thank you."

I cough to clear my throat as I enter, suddenly feeling a few seconds of anxiousness at the beautiful vixen leading me to the living room. Can't remember the last time I've felt this way just from meeting a woman for the first time.

Your home is bright and pretty, like you. The smell of you is heavy in the air, so absolutely intoxicating as I admire the inside of your abode. The drapes and windows open wide letting the fresh air waft in and I wanna put a end to that immediately; wanna get cozy in your natural feminine scent.

You're talking, showering me in praise of my latest mission and how honored you are to meet your fave hero as I stare at your ass. So hard to not get lost in the sway your full figure.

I'm sure you thought there wasn't a thing sensual about the white button up, first two buttons undone giving me the smallest peek at the top of your ample chest; and sleeves rolled up to the elbows and paired with black leggings that accentuate your perfect frame. But that was your first mistake. Your second was letting me in.

"We alone, sweetheart?" I interrupt, sitting in the seat you offer.

Clearly confused, you nod slowly. It's obvious my question throws you off and makes you think. It's silent as you awkwardly turn to the tripod pointed at us. I can hear your little heart start to beat faster and I'm actually kinda proud. Good girl, at least you know your completely helpless and at the big bad wolf's mercy. The thought makes me smirk as I watch your fingers shakily turn on the camera.

"Before we start can I get you anything? Something to drink? Think I have some bourbon in the kitchen. If not, there's definitely whisky- or water if you prefer?"

Much as I want that drink, I'm absolutely bewitched by you and don't want you outta my sight for even a second. So for the first time in my life I decline a drink.

"No thank you."

"Um.. So.. did you get the list of questions? I sent them over to Vought a few days ago. I didn't want to be intrusive or do anything to catch you off guard."

"I did."

More silence.

"Okay.. Did you get a chance to read em?"

"I did not."

It's hard not to smile at the way you nip your lips nervously, fingers wringing together as you sit in front of me. I should feel bad how I'm flustering you but I can't help it. Love the way your cheeks tint as you look anywhere but at my face.

"Eyes on me, pretty"

I want to devour you from how quick you comply. So shy but a good listener. Also noted.

"Can't interview me if you won't look at me, can you?"

You shake your head, silky hair moving to your shoulders.

"Words."

"No, sir."

"Good girl. Continue."

Gotta cross my legs and put my hands in my lap to hide the way my cock starts to chub up at your good manners. Christ, you're exactly how I like em. Can't stand the little young things from the new generation: all mouth or ready and willing to hop on whatever dick gets them clout. Love a nice mature woman; pretty but reserved and lets me do the talking.

"Just start, honey. Believe me when I say ain't nothin you can say or do to make me uncomfortable."

I tilt my head, noticin your thighs clench together a few times and take a deep breath through my nose. Oh. Fucking. Hell. You're getting wet, I can smell it. Scent so light you musta only just started to wet up between those enticing thighs. Perfect girl must like the way I tell her what to do. Or maybe its the praise? Either way I definitely plan on finding out.

"O-okay. Um, let's start with your return? How exactly-"

"Off-limits." That much Vought made clear.

"How about why you left? You were the world's hero and then-"

"Uh uhn." I shake my head.

You pause for just a second, crossing your arms before asking your next question.

"Well what about the seven?"

I raise my brow, waiting for you to continue.

"Will you be joining Homelander in the seven? If so, will that be as a teammate or replacement?"

Cheeky lil thing..

"There is no replacing Homelander; He's the hero of yesterday, today, and tomorrow." I repeat the scripted answer for what must be the millionth time since I've returned.

"Nice. Very nice response."

"Thanks."

"Who wrote it?"

Your hands pop over your mouth, eyes wide as you realize who the fuck you're talking to.

"I'm sorry. I- I shouldn't have, Soldier Boy, sir. Forgive me."

I smile at your own corrective action. I wonder if you're usually this polite or if you're just a good girl when you're frightened. I need to find out with my head between your legs. Fuck, I'm so hard thinkin bout you, pray to God you dont notice and try kick me out. Not sure I could just leave without sampling you, fuckin temptress.

"Notta problem, darlin. Don't got to be so tense with me, won't hurt you. And call me Ben. No need for that Soldier Boy shit. Though I do like when you call me sir. Can try Daddy next if you'd like." I tell you with a confident smirk.

That's gets me a fresh whiff of the juices spilling outta that hidden little patch of heaven. I breathe it in deeply, internally groaning at how my cock wont stop jerking against my palm at your aroma; not sure how much longer I can keep my hands off you.

It's so cute how you sputter in embarrasment, even with your knees clutchin together over and over. I know your doin it for some pressure on that throbby lil clit. Wonder how you'd react if I told you I could smell how fuckin wet you are for me.

"No, No sir, I.. I couldn't- wouldn't-"

"Jokin sweetheart. Please, go on."

Frazzled but ever the professional, you continue after a quick deep breath.

"Is it possible for you to tell me where you were during your hiatus?"

I only smile politely at you.

"How about we try something lighter: what was the first thing you did when you got back? Did you go see Crimson Countess?"

"I did."

"And how was that? She must've missed you dearly."

"Actually, it wasn't the romantic reunion you might've thought it would be."

"Why's that? All those years apart, I could think of a thing or 2 I'd wanna do." You say with the loveliest smile I've ever seen.

Hell, if you were my woman no way I'd let you outta bed since my grand return. Have that pussy singing for me day and night.

"Her and I had long fizzled out, 's nothin there. But had it been someone as pretty as you darlin, I'm sure I couldn't help but indulge."

Fuck, that lil blush against your smooth creamy cheeks is so sexy. Need to see it spread allover your body as I fuck you to tears.

"Have you.. Indulged often? Since becoming the infamous Soldier Boy?"

I think about your question for just a moment. Funny how quick this little interview turned into an inquiry about my dirty deeds.

"Haven't had anyone like you, that's for sure."

"Not what I asked."

"Yeah but your not asking what you really wanna know, are ya y/n? Dont be shy, pretty, shoot."

I say the last sentence just to get another dose of the fragrance between your legs and I'm not disappointed. Know without a doubt you're fuckin soakin wet by now. Your lil fists are balled in your lap, arousal seeping off you in waves as you sit stiff as hell in your seat. I'm bout to do somethin bout the way you eyein me down like you wanna test drive.

"So you haven't. You know.. Since you've been back?"

I laugh, dick twitchin at your question. Can't even say the words, just like you cant get that lil pussy to stop drippin for me.

"Have I fucked anyone since I've been back?" I chuckle.

You nod.

"No. Come to think of it, it's been longer than I'd like to admit since I've enjoyed a nice tight hole."

Guess my answer gets your mind reelin, pretty eyes leavin a searing trail over every inch of my athletic build as you ogle me openly. Fuck it. I remove my hands, legs spread as I give you a view of my dick stickin up in my pants.

My cock is so fuckin hard, bulging so big and lewd in my snug ass suit. I love the lil gasp you emit as I flex, makin it twitch for you. Mmmm, pretty lil sound got my dick startin to leak; a nice wet spot formin before your eyes.

"Wow.. It's so- you're.. Wow.."

Poor needy baby probably doesn't even realize how hungry you look, tongue peekin out to moist your bottom lip as you lean forward in your chair for a closer look. Shit, I can give you a hand with that.

Standin up and separatin the distance between us in seconds, I bend down and lean in to nose up your slender neck and whisper at your ear.

"As fun as this has been, your lil interrogation bout where my dicks been last.. I'd rather show you where the fuck I'm tryna put it now. You gone let me teach you sumn, darlin?"

Wish I could swallow your smalI gasps as I grip and massage at the warm flesh of your thighs. Fuck, how you tilt your head to give me access, shutting those pretty eyes is drivin me insane. The little catches in your breath are the only sound in the room as I wait for you to respond. Your mind seems muddled, already sensitive from the smallest touch and I'm gonna have so much fun with that.

"Sweetheart?" I skim back down to leave wet kisses at your slender neck as I slide my hands up your thighs just inches from your lil pussy, still rubbing slowly. "That what you want? Gotta use your words if you want me, y/n."

"Yes!" It's so needy, so desperate the way you say it, grippin my uniform tight in each fist. "Need you so much Ben- sir, 'm sorry. Want you to touch me so bad!"

Desperate words gonna make me cum before I even whip it out. Your so whiny as you turn your head to connect our lips. I swallow each whine as you melt into our kiss. It's so fuckin wet, so messy as you moan into my mouth like I'm already fuckin you. Most definitely the straw that broke the camels back.

I tuck my fingers into the waistband of your leggings and pull them down. Your groan of discontent as you chase my lips when I pull back to take em off completely is so cute. I love how you've become nothin more than my personal lil needy brat.

"Stop that. Sit back. Or your not gonna get this."I threaten as I step back, unzipping my suits pants, pullin out my fat hard cock and givin it a few squeezes.

Definitely gonna get this reward how you do exactly what I say, beautiful legs parting as you grip your tits through your shirt. Got me squeezin the base of my dick so I don't buss at the simple fact you ain't had no fuckin panties on underneath your bottoms.

"Take that shit off." I nod to your button up.

You do it, not bothering to unbutton a single button; opting to just slip it over your head instead. Damn I aint never seen titties I wanted to suck on more, dark pink peaks stiff as fuck from your groping.

Gotta close my eyes and hold my breath for a few seconds to gain my composure. Every ripple and dimple makes me wanna leave bites all over your smooth milky skin. Fuck, why you gotta be so damn perfect?

"Gone be an angel for me and do exactly as I say?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Spread them lips. Show me inside."

I'm wonderin what happened to my shy woman as you show me the pink of you. Pussy lookin so fat and wet, so inviting. Them ivory lips, dusted with just the smallest amount of hair, quiver as I stare at your insides flutterin; callin out jus for me.

"That's it, go head and play in it mama. Get that shit wet fa me."

Peep how your beath comes a bit faster through your slightly parted lips as you slowly swipe at your swollen clit and stare at my rigid dick. Your eyes close as you press harder, a small hiss slippin out.

"Uh uhn. Eyes on me. If I gotta say it again, ima paint the lips of that perfect pussy and leave you wantin. Hear me?"

"Yes, yes sir. 'M so sorry. So so sorry. I'll be good for you."

I should feel some type of way from how you look straight at my cock instead of my eyes as you plead with me. Shit, guess its fine; can't stop taking in your gorgeous frame either, especially with you slidin your other hand down to fuck a dainty finger into yourself. Don't even realize I've started to stroke my dick while I watch you moan loudly as you put on show.

"Fuck honey, thats it, touch that pretty lil pussy for me."

Your back arches, small pudge of your tummy jiggling as you stick your chest out. Already trembling with the sensations swirling in your distressed body. You moan out to me lustfully and add a second finger. Seems like a bit of a stretch as you wiggle your nose in discomfort.

"Pleeease Ben, touch me! Need to feel your hands on me, in me. Please!"

Ain't gotta ask me twice. I slide both hands up your thighs to reach under you and grab at the soft plush of your ass and massage roughly. Sucking your right nipple between my lips, I lather it generously before givin a slight tug.

"Haaaaah, uhnuhn- Oh my god!"

You don't need the hard suction I wanna give you, seems like just my lips around your pert nip has you shiverin underneath me. I pull off your breast with a soft 'pop' before switching to the other.

"Christ,I'msoclose! Please! Please, don't stop. Pleeeease!"

"Fuck, sure darlin? Ain't even get a chance to show ya pussy some love. You gushin for me already?"

I let go of my dick to replace your digits with one of mine. Testing the waters, I slowly slide it in and out as we simultaneously look down to watch. It's too hot inside, like the fuckin heat from the sun. That warmth on my cock is gone drive me crazy I know it.

"You fuckin chokin my finger y/n. How you gone take my dick?"

My middle finger prods at your opening before I add it to the mix, poking and scissoring at you a bit faster. Your hands leave your center to grip at the arms of the chair, nails diggin into the soft fabric. A light perspiration begins to coat your sexy frame as you bask in your pleasure.

"OhfuckBen, wait! Gimme a- aahhhhgod!"

I'm rubbing at your throbbing clit with my other hand making you toss her head back, hair spilling over the back of the chair. Your unintentionally humpin at my hands, lids low as you fight to do as I say and keep your eyes open. Such a good fucking girl, so I tell you that you are as I do my very best to unravel you from the inside out.

"Fuck you're doin so well for me. Gotta stretch this pretty puss to take my cock, honey. Still want it? Need me to fuck you good sweetheart?

"Yes! Yes, sir, pleeease! Need you so much, ohgod! Soooo good, cummin Ben. 'M cummin for youuuu!"

Can't really believe you manage to stare up at me with your eyes open wide as you convulse in you chair and cum for me harder than any woman ever has. My hands wet to the wrist, white cream oozing down my fingers as I rub your lil button and fuck into your spasmin cunt quicker than before.

"Goood fuckin girl, that's it! Bet you needed this huh, darlin? Gimme that shit, yeeeah. I want all of it."

Sounds of my sloppy finger fuck are loud as another dose spills down to your clenched ass cheeks. Get a pang of pride from how your head lolls to the side, y/h/c brows pinched as you pant.

I don't stop till your thighs snap shut, trying to escape my fingers as you press back into your cushioned chair.

I pull away, tasting you with a groan before using your juices to wet up my cock as I fuck my fist with a few rough strokes. Shit its not enough; ima have eat that lil pussy later. For now, I need to be inside you.

Immediately undressing, I notice my poor dazed angel breathing heavily thorough your cute lil nose. Your eyes finally close, knees pulled together as you tiredly run your fingers through your y/h/t hair. The small hint of a smile on your lips pump my ego; glad to know it was good for you.

Takin a few steps back towards your dark grey sectional, I sit on the carpet in front of it; back leaning against it with my legs spread. Takes alotta fuckin willpower to not stroke my dick till I buss to the sight of your nude frame.

"You okay, sweetheart?"

You give me a short nod, eyes still shut.

"C'mere then."

Ever the perfect girl, you open your eyes, briefly lookin at my cock before makin your way over to me. I pull you down to sit in front of me on carpet between my spread legs. Leaning in and peckin your cheek twice, hands grabbin a handful of your soft tits.

"Still want this? Cause once I get in, I ain't fuckin stoppin till I cream yo shit up. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." It comes out so meek as you give me a shy smile.

Aight, it's a wrap. I grab you by the throat and push you back, signaling for you to lean back on your palms between my open legs. Swiping my the head of my dick through your slit once before impatiently snappin my hips forward, piercing you on my leaky, sensitive tip.

"OHFUCKBEN!

Your wails echo off the ceiling of your living room and for the first time I'm worried someone might hear through the open window. I don't give a fuck about consequences, aint shit a soul on this earth can do to me. Except interrupt this perfect moment of me tryna get my dick into you. Your red manicured fingers dig into the carpet as you try raise up.

"Come on, y/n, c'mere. Quit tryna hop off my shit."

Letting go of your neck, I slide my forearms underneath your knees to grip you around to hold your waist firmly. I pull you closer to me, forcing you to slide a bit further on my dick. Your no match for my strength and I make sure you know that.

"Jesus, woman, you so fuckin tight. Thought you said you wanted this? Open this shit up for me then or ima make you." I growl out, using your waist to push you back before pull you back down repeatedly.

"Fuuuck- icant! 'Stoobig, too big Ben!"

Sweetheart not lying; I ain't never been small and the V only enhanced my shit. Poor baby gone have to get that pussy to swallow 8 inches at the least. (Ain't neva measure it, might be fun to do it with you after I see how much of it you can take.) Too bad I can't muster to feel an ounce of pity as I bully my distressed cock into your helpless cunt. You should count ya blessings that I'm fuckin you like this and not makin you sit on my dick till I bottom out and ride me till breed you.

"Don't give a fuck. Told you I wasn't stoppin till I was done. Take this dick y/n."

Your head snaps back, neck rolling limply at the intense pressure. Guess I'll give you a pass for shuttin those gorgeous eyes. Your sob of despair would reach the heart of any sane man; good thing I ain't one of em. You really should make sure you know someone before you let them rearrange your guts sweetheart. And after getting a taste of this pussy, I really don't wanna let another soul of the opposite sex near you.

"Ooooh fuck y/n, so glad you lemme in honey. This the best pussy I ever had in my life, angel. Mmmmfuck. Wish it was the only one. No one compares- aaaaah shit, just like that. You got it mama, wet my shit up."

Thrusting upwards while pullin you on my prick got me goin ballistic, impalin you half way as I watch your tits bounce widly in front of my face. It's feels so damn incredible, I mindlessly suck marks wherever I can reach on your breasts. Gotta make sure my small nips and sucks leave hickies that stain almost every inch of the fair skin of your tits.

"P-pleeease Ben. Mmmmfuck.. Least slow down- ahhhhh! Haven't done this in so loooong."

That gets me to pause the beginning of the savage fuck I'm tryin to get into, my head poppin up out your cleavage. A line of spit connects from my lips to your breasts.

"How long?"

"S-since.. Since my divorce." You're voice is so quiet as you stutter out your answer.

"How. LONG?"

2 deep thrust that have you squealin and me almost in to the fuckin hilt. I'm drownin in yo shit, woulda probably bottomed out if your walls would stop clutchin my cock so goddamn frantically.

"2 years, Ben! Its b-been 2 years."

Huffin, blinkin back tears and leanin forward into my solid chest; you're pressin our bodies together as you hold at me tightly. It makes my pace slow as you change the angle, grasping at me like a child does their blanket. Should fuckin feel bad at the sobs wrackin you, the sporadic spasms that have you buckin your fragile body into mine but I fuckin don't.

Can't is more like it cause my mind is reeling at your revelation. Then that meant you were a single. Would've never dreamed I'd have chance like this with an exquisite woman as yourself. The reality of this being more, without me havin to kill some poor sap, that you could be mine forever has an intense buzz building in my balls.

"You belong to me now, woman. Got that?" I demand at your ear lowly.

You nod, pussy still grappling my dick as your thick cream drips out between your glistening puss down my shaft to pool at my sack. It doesn't help you already look absolutely destroyed and I'm not even in all the way yet. Fuck, another few deep breaths as I try not to end this heavenly encounter too early.

"Christ, I don't deserve you sweetheart. I know you can't know how I know that but trust me. You're too good for me."

I try to pull my hips back but your still clinging to me so fuckin tight as you breathe heavily. Shit, no woman I've ever fucked has had me so ready to nut just from watchin her take my dick.

"Let me go, y/n." I demand through clenched teeth.

Gotta admit I'm absolutely appalled at the quick shake of your head as you swiftly decline. You've been such a good girl till now. Still.. Just gimme a reason, right?

I reach back around my neck to unclasp your arms, leaning forward slowly to lay you softly against the rug as I trap you wrist in each hand beside your head. Your beautiful thighs cage my hips, still preventin me from tearin my pussy up. I lean down near your ear to growl at you, frustrated at your lil show of defiance. My nut is right on the surface and if you make buss before I get my fill, you fa sho gone pay the price.

"Woman, if I have to tell you let me go again your gonna be soooooo fuckin sorry."

After a pause your legs slowly unhook to slide down my sides and crook at your knees, cute lil feet on the carpet as you look at me with with wide teary eyes. I'm glad my threat landed; either way I'm in this tummy but it's in your best interest not to fight me.

"Should make ya bad ass get on all 4s and take this dick, see how deep I get then. Lucky I wanna see that pretty face as I nut deep in that creamy pussy, sweetheart." I snarl at you, snatching to hold your wrist in one hand.

I grip your knee with the other, pressing to open you wider to me. The first slide in and out is a heaven beyond description. The sloppy squelch of your gushy cunt as I stab into your warmth is music to my ears; I wanna hear more of it so I speed up, smiling lovingly at the way your eyes cross and slam shut.

"Oh yeah, Right here? This the spot? Want me to fuck you right here sweetheart?"

I chuckle as you actually have the nerve to shake your head at me again. Your gaspin and I'm an absolute dick for leanin down to lick into your mouth, suckin on your tongue as you gulp for air. Plump tits pressed against my chest as your keens reach an interestingly high pitch.

"Pleee- ahhhh! Uhuhuhuhnn-cantcantcant. pleaaase!"

"And yet.. You will, honey."

I release your hands, droppin my weight onto you to keep you in place as I moan my pleasure into the air. This pussy's phenomal, got my heavy balls already drawin up taut as I pull out and fuck into you with a sharp, deep jabs.

"Beeeeeeen, ahhhhh fu- BenBenBen, please!"

"Shhhhh, sweetheart shhhh. Take it like a big girl. Shit- so good.. Mmmm.. You not gettin away till I- fuck!"

And goddamn it, if my hard work isn't rewarded! I finally bottom out; my pelvis smackin into yours roughly over and over. Might be usin a lil super strength but, fuck, I ain't tryin to. I just can't help the way I grind deep into you, dick jerkin at the feeling of you scratching down my back.

"'M fuckin you sooooo good, huh honey?"

"Yesyesyesyes!" I don't think you're even aware of your brainless chant.

Tears run down your flushed cheeks and of course my sadistic ass licks em up as I groan out at how good you feel.

"Shit woman, got me bout to lose my mind in this tight lil pussy. How you expect me to keep it together when she keep stranglin my dick like this?"

As much as you try to run, try to fight me, your lil puss sucks at me. She tells me the truth, coaxes me to drill into you ferally as I make sure to drag my pelvis against your lil button on ever thrust in.

"Fuuuck, y/n, ahhhh shi- uhn uhn uhn. 'Mazin, mmmm, so 'mazin." I groan in a slur.

Its a done deal when you shake wildly underneath me, breast pressin into my chest as you spray my dick before I can get my hand down there and properly rub your clit.

"Good fuckin girl, y/nnnn. Let gooooo, just like that. Stop fightin it pretty, mmmm shit. Shhhhh, you need this honey."

Your wordless thunderous shrieks, your pretty teary face, the clutch of your cunt.. I groan in utter relief as the feelin of your orgasm forces me into mine. My first shot of cum finally splatters the inside of your used lil pussy like a shotgun bein fired. Has me weak as I lay over you and unload. Not sure how I lasted longer than a couple seconds with you tryna milk my nut while beggin and cryin under me.

"Take it woman, yeeeees, this nut all for you pretty. Haaaaah, oh oh oh oh! Christ y/n, soooo gooood for me."

3 more thick splashes before I pull out and let the last jet rain allover your flushed swollen cunt. Smilin as I rub the thick drool of cum spillin from the tip of my cock on your sensitive clit. Fuckin soak in the way you jerk and whine while you try to close your legs, your palms weakly pushin at my muscled shoulders.

I oblige, leanin up on my knees, lookin down at your wrecked frame as you try to slip from underneath me. Smackin both palms down the side of your thighs, lovin the red print that marks your sweaty skin. I don't give you a chance to catch your breath as I command more of you.

"Quit that shit. Turn around, get on ya hands and knees." I tell you, lookin up to make sure your cams still on.

My dicks still solid, jerkin between your poor abused walls and I might want a replay when this is done. Interview ain't over just yet, pretty.

#soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy x female reader #smut #all readers #dirty talk #creamp!e #sir kink #rough smut #submisive and breedable #sub reader #breeding k1nk #black fanfiction #black writer

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 2 years

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two can play

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie makes you pay for giving him a hard time.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: oral (both), handcuffs, mentions of spanking, brief choking, it’s just pure rough filth.

a/n: anonymous asked - okay but imagine the reader is in a bad mood and giving eddie attitude and he just puts her in her place 🥴🥴🥴

minors dni!

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“You're being such a good girl for me right now.”

You were on your knees in front of Eddie, your hands cuffed behind your back with a sore ass. The latter wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; it had been the result of repeated spankings by Eddie’s belt, and the skin was red & raw as you knelt before him. You had gotten so wet from the whole thing, to the point where parts of your inner thighs were slick. Eddie noticed, as he seemed to notice everything, and smugly asked if you enjoyed being treated like the brat that you were. When you’d come off with a snide remark about how he was the one getting the most pleasure from it, you ended up on your knees with his cock sliding repeatedly down your throat.

You weren’t surprised that it led to this. You hadn’t been in the best mood—you were withdrawn, making some kind of sassy comment every now and then, and just feeling generally awful. Poor Eddie had gotten the brunt of the sass, since you were with him most of the day, and he’d finally gotten fed up with the attitude. You were aware of what acting up would get you—in fact, this wasn’t the first time it had happened. There was one other instance, shortly after the two of you started dating, when you were in a bad mood after lack of sleep. You had done absolutely nothing all day except roll your eyes at Eddie and give him a hard time, even over the smallest things. That evening, during a hang out at Lover’s Lake, he fucked you absolutely senseless on a nearby dock. You couldn’t walk properly for almost a week, but you never complained; you thought it felt really damn good. He’d been concerned afterward for days, scared that he hurt you or went too far in the moment; but after your repeated assurance that you didn’t mind it, he finally eased.

Tonight, however, the two of you were at Eddie’s trailer. His uncle wasn’t home—Eddie claimed he was on some kind of fishing trip—and you were pretty sure the entire trailer park would be able to hear you. You didn’t care; the feeling of the cuffs digging into your wrists, the way he spanked you earlier, the way he was mercilessly fucking your throat right then—all of it was beyond hot. Not to mention the way he looked above you as he grabbed your head, his ringed digits digging into your scalp as he thrust into your mouth. His hair was in his eyes, head thrown back, brown eyes absolutely blown with lust, his full lips parted as he groaned. He was still fully dressed, aside from his pants and underwear, which were currently pooled around his ankles. His hair was an absolute mess of tangles and flyaways, mostly from when you’d grabbed it earlier as you made out heavily in his living room. That had been before he dragged you down the hallway to his bedroom, and decided to slap the cuffs on your wrists. He looked like a sex god, and the sight of him alone was enough to send another wave of arousal through your body.

“Can’t give me attitude with your mouth full, can you?” Eddie asked, grinning wickedly as you moaned around him in response. “Do you know just how fucking hot you really are, y/n?”

You moaned again, and he chuckled as he ran a finger down your cheek. He admired you, his head tilted as he kept hold of your head, his hips snapping forward as he thrust further down your throat. “I wish I had a camera handy, because this deserves to go up on my goddamn wall. Then again, maybe it’s for the best; I’d spend all my time beating off, and never get shit done.”

Your pussy was throbbing at the thought of that, and fresh wetness began to spread between your legs. You wanted so badly to touch yourself, to get some kind of relief from how horny you were. Eddie had refused to touch you earlier; he told you that you didn’t deserve it, after everything you said to him. You knew this was all part of his little game, and you couldn’t lie and say you hated it. The torture, the anticipation of his mouth or fingers, or anything at all to give you some relief, only added to your arousal. Still, you wished you had something to at least scratch the intense itch of pleasure that was coursing through you.

“Jesus, your fucking mouth,” Eddie breathed, giving your hair a rough pull. “Think you’ve earned your keep yet?”

You groaned in reply and tried to nod, and Eddie chuckled as he pulled his cock out of your mouth. Strings of saliva still connected you to him, and he brought you to your feet before pushing you onto his bed. Your legs hung over the edge and you were forced onto your back; due to how you were cuffed, you couldn't prop yourself up. Eddie knelt between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he studied your soaking cunt. He licked his lips and hummed, his eyes flicking up your face as he slowly kissed around your pussy. You shivered, the feeling of his mouth causing your back to arch slightly. When his tongue finally made contact with your inner labia, swirling around your entrance before slowly travelling toward your clit, you moaned filthily and tried to tug at the cuffs. You needed to grab hold of him, to pull his hair and push him closer, but of course you couldn’t tell him that. If you did, he would punish you more, or taunt you, both of which you didn’t want. All you wanted him to do was make you cum on his tongue, and he couldn’t do that if he was being a smug little fuck about how badly you needed to touch him.

“You taste so good,” Eddie said, lapping hungrily at your cunt before enveloping his lips around your clit.

Your nerves were supercharged, and that very contact caused your body to spasm from how starved it was for his touch. You cried out his name, arching as your breathing picked up, his mouth relentless as he worked your clit. Two of his fingers went inside of you, pumping & curling as his head shook rapidly back & forth against your clit for added sensation. You whined, head thrown back as the pleasure overwhelmed every single part of your body. He hummed against your cunt, long and loudly, and you felt your legs starting to shake already as the coil tightened in your belly. His free hand gripped your thigh, bruising next to the hickeys he’d left there when the two of you were first starting tonight. You looked down at him and he was gazing back at you, dark curls hanging in his eyes. The hand that was on your thigh came up to cup your breast, and he rolled the nipple between his fingers as you groaned filthily.

“Eddie,” you mewled, your nails digging into your palms as his tongue rapidly flicked your clit. “Fuck, that’s…”

“Are you gonna cum, princess?” he asked, drawing back to show off his glistening lips, dampened chin, and mischievous grin. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you panted, aching for him to touch you again. “Please.”

“Please what?” Eddie questioned innocently, his lips sucking generously at your clit before his tongue massaged it in teasing little circles. “I don’t quite know what you’re begging for, sweetheart.”

“I’m gonna cum,” you managed, whining as you tried to pull at the cuffs again. “Goddammit, Eddie. Please, I…I need to.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Eddie said, pulling away from you and standing from the floor. You whimpered in protest, and he laughed. That fucker, he was laughing at you and the shape he’d gotten you in; if you weren’t so hazed out from lust, you could have killed him. “Not yet, anyway.”

He climbed into his bed after kicking his pants to the side, getting on top of you as he smirked. “You’re so desperate for me to fuck you that you’re begging; it’s such a pretty sight, actually. Has anyone ever told you that patience is a virtue, y/n?”

“Come on,” you whined, still attempting to free yourself. It was getting uncomfortable lying on your arms, and your ass was still pretty sore from the belt. “I’ve been so good. Please—“

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chided, shaking a finger at you. He did notice your discomfort, however, and leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Are you tired of lying on your hands? Does it hurt?”

You nodded, and Eddie immediately laid on his back. He helped you into his lap, being surprisingly gentle as he did so. He lined your pussy to his cock, and upon your nod of consent, he lowered your hips so that you could take him. You both cried out in pleasure as he filled you, stretching your walls with his length as you sank down fully. You looked down at him, and he was still smirking at you as his hands found your waist. He orchestrated your movements, since it was difficult for you to do on your own with bound hands. He allowed you to ride him for only a minute, before grabbing you and rolling you onto your back while still inside of you. He began fucking into you at a rapid, hard pace, hitting every single spot perfectly. You were squirming under him, mewling as he left marks along your neck and breasts, his own moans loud enough as he pounded you into the mattress.

“Speechless for once, hm?” Eddie teased breathlessly, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on the area between your shoulder and neck. “You haven’t given me any shit for awhile; it’s nice to see you finally being quiet.”

“Maybe you should fuck me like this more often, then,” you said. “I might not have an attitude anymore, if I’m getting fucked properly on a regular basis.”

Eddie growled, grabbing your throat with one hand and applying a bit of pressure. “I wouldn’t start again, if I were you.”

You just grinned at him, moaning hotly as he released some of the hold on your throat. “I’m just saying, Eddie. You don’t seem to have an issue fucking me like this, and I don’t have a problem with it, either.”

Eddie kissed you messily, his hand still on your neck as he railed into you. You tugged his lower lip in your teeth, mewling into his mouth as he rammed directly into your sweet spot from a new angle. He let go of your throat so that he could throw your legs further up his waist, fucking into you at an impossibly harder speed. “You know, maybe I’ll think about it. But if you keep being a smart ass with me tonight, y/n, then I’ll stop and leave you just like this. The choice is yours: Either be a brat and lose the game, or be a good girl and get your reward.”

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine

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smolwritingchick · 2 months

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Smol Brainstorm: The Tattoo Artist

Author's Note: Smol brainstorm with some smol angst regarding Jungkook and the tattoo artist scandal. Not sure if I will keep it but I was playing around. Jen would be on facetime with Amity about it.

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Jennie sighed loudly as her name was getting dragged into the big mess that was occurring with her boyfriend. She was getting sick of social media these days. One day she was going to never come back. She felt it coming. You can't do anything without someone speculating something. Social media was going crazy over the fact that Jungkook was seen with some tattoo artist and leaked photos of him hugging her.

The public was already speaking out on their opinions:

'Here we go...men embarrassing black women once again. Jennie, I am so sorry...'

'Jennie, it's time to leave him because wtf is this?'

'Is JenKook about to be no more!? Love ain't real!'

'Jennie is about to beat both of their asses!'

'Y'all are blowing this way out of proportion...he isn't cheating.'

'Omg Army Twitter is so annoying. That man is crazy about Jennie. There is no way he'd cheat,'

'Y'all did this with Jennie and now it's Jungkook's turn? Leave them both alone! They are not cheating on one another!'

'I need Jennie to speak up about this. What is her reaction?'

'Y'all are so damn toxic.'

'I stan BTS because of their music. Not what they do in their personal lives.'

'Remember when Jennie took a long social media break because of your toxicness regarding her relationship with Kook? I don't blame her if she deactivates again,'

On a group Facetime call with Angelina, Layla, Trinity, and Hailey, Jennie explained the situation.

"Did he call or text yet?" Trinity asked.

"Nothing," Jennie answered.

"What? Maybe you should break up with him,"

Jennie frowned at that. "That's a bit extreme, don't you think? It's a misunderstanding. You know how the media twists shit,"

"I dunno, I have to agree. Because why would he have his arms around her like that?" Layla added.

"Men be hugging me like that sometimes," she countered while Layla and Trinity were still skeptical.

"You should trust him," Hailey brought up.

"Hell froze over because I agree with Miss Snob over here," Angelina replied.

"I'm glad you and I agree on something, bitch," Hailey chuckled with Angelina.

"Really? You guys are fine with him hugging up with some girl?" Layla asked.

"It looked like a friendly hug," Angelina replied. "I hug people like that and so do others with me,"

"It didn't look friendly to me," Trinity said.

The discussion was beginning to overwhelm Jennie as she listened to them go back and forth.

"Jen, talk to him," Angelina said. "Whenever he sees you, you two need to have a long discussion,"

"Yeah, I personally don't think he would cheat on you. This gotta be a misunderstanding," Hailey added.

"Jen, are you really fine with this?" Layla asked.

"I hug my guy friends, I don't think it was that big of a deal," Jennie answered.

"I dunno, you're not mad enough for me. I'd be pissed," Trinity frowned.

"Is this why your relationships failed?" Hailey called out.

"Wow, that was low," Trinity replied to her.

"Because you have no trust in anyone. The smallest shit happens and you get insecure,"

Trinity rolled her eyes. Hailey had hit a nerve and she was right about it.

"Just because you feel this way doesn't mean she has to. Her relationship with Jungkook has been built on trust. This is just a misunderstanding and social media is blowing it out of proportion," Hailey went on.

"Wow, Hailey is making sense and using her brain. How about that," Angelina praised.

Once Layla, Trinty, and Angelina left the call, Hailey stayed on.

"You alright?" she asked as she watched Jennie sigh and run a hand over her hair.

"Yeah...I just...I just want to talk to him face to face. But I'm in New York while he's in Korea,"

"Do you trust him?"

"With all my heart,"

"Do you love him?"

"With all my heart, yes,"

"Then keep trusting in him. Keep loving him. You two will get through this. Talk with him when you get a chance so you two can clear this up. And do not retaliate online. Don't be like me. Don't be like how I was when I lashed out on social media. Handle this privately. This is nobody's business but you and your boyfriend's.

Before Jennie could reply, she heard a series of knocks on her hotel room door.

"Okay. Thank you. I gotta go. I'll keep you updated,"

"You better. See you, JW," she smiled softly and hung up.

Getting off her bed, she opened the door and was surprised to see Jungkook standing there.

"K-Kook," she said in surprise.

"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't answer, I was on a flight straight to you. Can we talk?"

#smol brainstorm #smol drabble #smol oneshot #jungkook x black oc #jungkook x original character #jungkook x oc

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misseviehyde · 1 year

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COMPLEX VICTIM

Brad laughed as he cornered his three victims and choosing the smallest pushed Gabriel hard up against the wall.

"You pathetic little dweeb. My sexy girlfriend dumped me and I want to make her jealous, so you're going to drink this gender changing Elixir and become my new girlfriend."

Gabriel squealed as Brad slid his hand round his neck. His skinny frame was no match for the muscled quarterback.

"Refuse and I'll beat the shit out of you and kick your friends asses for good measure." Laughing he lifted Gabriel one handed and dropped him to the floor.

Choking and gagging Gabriel gasped as a pink vial was thrust into his hands.

"But I don't want to be a girl," he sobbed, "and I definitely don't want to be your girlfriend."

The bully laughed.

"Like I give a shit what you want. Justine has all the other girls in school on her side. so I need a new girl. This stuff better make you pretty."

Standing threateningly over his victim Brad smiled as he watched the little nerd drink the whole vial.

"Good boy. Now let's see what kind of slut you turn into."

Gabriel's friends watched in horror as their friends face took on a dreamy expression. He began to tug and tear at his clothing uncomfortably, groaning as he arched his back and they heard the clicking of bones starting to pop and shift.

"Unnnnnhhhh feel... so... hot... I'm mmmmmh burning up."

With a low moan, Gabriel threw his head back and the transformation began to accelerate. His short brown hair began to lengthen and grow and his face was tightening and reshaping. His already small body wasn't changing in size, but the hips and ass were swelling out.

"Fuckkkkkkk," groaned Gabriel his voice unbreaking and his friends shocked to hear him swear. "Fuckkkkk YESSSS!"

Gabriel's short bitten nails shot out and extended into manicured claws. His spotty complexion cleared up and his face took on a symmetrical shape with long delicate lashes and a soft pouting mouth. Deep brown eyes that twinkled with slutty mischief fluttered in pleasure as his hands went to his chest.

"Mmmmh ohhhh yeahhhhh," he laughed, rubbing his chest with glee and ripping his shirt open to reveal two huge swelling globes of flesh. Two massive teenage tits, full and firm filled his hands as his skin took on a soft tanned complexion and the transformations began to slow.

The smiling, panting hottie in the ripped remains of Gabriel's clothes tossed back her hair with a feminine gesture and admired herself with a grin.

"Mmmmmh, wow... what a rush. What's the matter stud - cat got your tongue?"

Brad seemed a little taken aback. He was staring at the new girl in shock. He hadn't quite expected the Elixir to work THIS well.

"G...Gabriel is that you?" squeaked one of the former boys friends.

"Yes and no. I was him, but now I'm me. Gabriel isn't here right now, maybe you should call be Gabbie instead?"

"Alright then Gabbie," grunted Brad stirring himself and trying to take charge of the situation again. "You're gonna be my girlfriend and do as I say or I'll hurt these loser friends of yours real bad."

Gabbie laughed and standing up walked over to Brad with a swaying motion. "Haha, like I give a shit what you do to those losers. I'll be your girlfriend, but because I WANT to. Beat the shit out of those dweebs for all I care."

Kneeling before Brad she giggled as she began to unbutton his fly. "No... let me show you why I want to be YOUR girlfriend and let's see if the rumours are true."

The bully groaned as Gabbie whipped his eight inch dick out and murmuring appreciatively she began to suck it.

"Mmmmh I'm such a fucking slut for a bad boy. I'm your naughty little bitch now baby," groaned Gabbie as she went to work and began to suck dick like she had been doing it for years.

With a scream her former friends ran away whilst Brad was distracted.

***************

A week later and Gabbie's friends plucked up their courage and went on a rescue mission to the mall. She had changed further - now dressed in a slutty outfit that showed off her massive tits. Her belly button was pierced and her face enhanced with makeup.

Gabbie was turning out to be as big a bully as her new boyfriend.

Runour was she had recently beaten Justine up in a cat fight. Brad had decided not to take back his begging ex - seemingly under Gabbbie's spell.

"Gabriel," they cried. "We've come to rescue you from being Brad's victim."

Gabbie laughed and flicked her hair. She clicked her long manicured fingers commandingly.

From a shop behind her emerged Brad. He was laden with shopping bags and carrying all her things. "Where do you want to go next babe?" he asked in a tired, beaten down voice.

"Do I look like a fucking victim?" she giggled as her pussy whipped boyfriend staggered away behind her and she dragged him off to another shop as she turned her back on her former life.

#evie hyde #bitchification #m2f caption #m2f transformation #tg elixir #tg bully

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oneforthemunny · 1 year

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that photo you reblogged of wayne, eddie and vega is so funny

do you think when she first started exhibiting her wildness eddie went to wayne and was like ? help ? and wayne was like ! thats what you were like !

so when kensie was little (I know the ask is about vega but I promise it makes sense lol) she’s like extremely emotional all the time. stage five clinger, separation anxiety to the max, and she’s just got a lot of big emotions and big feelings. she cries at everything.

neither one of you really know what to do, but you’re a little bit more understanding. maybe it’s more so because it’s maternal instincts and she’s clinging to you all the time so it’s easier for you to be understanding and soft with her, but eddie starts to get frustrated. he’s a new parent, relatively, and he’s not a perfect parent by any means, and it’s hard being a parent. especially when he can’t understand why she’s crying so much.

wayne’s out visiting, because he always is, and kensie starts crying over something or another, something eddie thinks is just absurd and he kinda gets huffy with her for all of .5 seconds before wayne’s about to slap him upside the head.

he takes kensington, and is really gentle and calm, talks to her sweetly and she calms down. eddie’s like ??? how did you do that. “you gotta listen to her, boy. don’t try to rationalize s’much. listen.”

“but she loses her shit over the smallest things that are no big deal-“

“to you.” wayne narrows his eyes at him. “they’re not a big deal, to you. you know better, understand more because you can. she’s a baby still, ed. she doesn’t understand everything and some things are new and upsetting, and that’s ok. you were the same way… ‘til your daddy got tired of it.”

that sends eddie over the edge and from then on, he tries to listen instead of getting frustrated or rationalizing. wayne’s got this very calm, steady energy (zarah inherited it). like he’s very go with the flow, but also knowledgeable, and he helps eddie a lot as a parent.

from then on, eddie goes to wayne all the time. befkre, he wouldn’t do it as much because he felt like a ‘bad parent’ but really, it was helpful to everyone.

then along came miss vega jo. she’s a whoopsie. wayne’s older and she’s unlike any of the other girls, including the twins. she’s fucking insane. literally unhinged from baby times. you think it’s because of the age gap with her sisters, that she grew up around them, but whatever it is, she’s crazy.

eddie’s like whatever I can handle her, but she’s on another level. like she’s a bad ass kid when she’s little lmao. like very bad and he’s kinda like??? what do I do when she’s this insane??? and she’s sweet, but she’s just high energy all the time… with him lol. she like lives to torment eddie bc she thinks it’s hilarious.

then with you she’s a terror but she’s sweet, and with wayne she’s a different child entirely. calm and sweet and gentle.

eddie really is like how the fuck do you know how to do this?? and wayne is like??? she’s you.

“I was never that bad, wayne, my dad would’ve beat me.”

“boy, you were worse. you used to talk and talk and run and get into anything and everything. you never sat down- you still don’t!”

and eddie’s pouty like it isn’t true but… it is. and really, vega thrives off reaction. so when she does something chaotic and eddie has a naturally dramatic reaction, like he always does, that just fuels her fire. plus, he’s got chaos just radiating off of him naturally.

wayne tells him just to calm down. be calm with her, let yourself be relaxed, and she’ll match that. sure enough, she’s less of a terror when he does. she will talk through the entire movie, but she stays sitting next to eddie, asking a million questions that he answers calmly to keep her attention.

wayne is a wizard with kids and eddie’s thankful for him <3

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #rockstar!eddie munson

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elliesbiatch · 1 year

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4. Getting along a little too well

Ellie x fem reader

Warnings: smut, angst, 18+, mdni, FISTING, spit, pet names, cursing, a lil oral, rough, choking, blood, arguing, physical fight. Lmk if I missed any 🤍

Notes: proofread? A bit

Reblogs/ comments/ likes are appreciated ly🤍

Word count : 2k ;)

Ellie and I had never really gotten along anytime we were around each other it would end up in an argument. There is something about her that just pushes my buttons. It made it hard on Dina because we were both friends with her but would only get along for a few minutes before finding something to argue about. Dina has invited me over to her place for dinner so I get ready before heading over.

“Hey Dina” I smile as I walk into her small home. “Hey y/n, thanks for coming over” she grins as I slowly walk my way over to her couch. “Oh - wait could you just grab something for me- in the basement” Dina mutters as she makes her way over to the kitchen. “Uh- sure what is it” I smile as I walk over to the basement door. “There’s a- um- bag I left down there” she stutters and I raise an eyebrow.

“Jesse will be over to get it soon and I need to keep an eye on the food” she tells me as I sigh and open the door. I walk down the long stairs into the dimly light room. Where could the bag be- probably should’ve asked. I shuffled around searching for this bag but couldn’t find it. I sigh and begin to give up when I hear someone talking upstairs- must be Jesse. I walk over to a cupboard and it creaks as I open it up. I hear the basement door open and then shut.

I hear the footsteps come down the stairs as my head is still in the cupboard- rummaging- Dina needs to get rid of all this shit. “Sorry- I’m still looking” I giggle pulling my head out to see Ellie standing at the end of the stairs. What the fuck. “Why are you down here” I ask her while looking her up and down. “What are YOU doing here?- Dina asked me to get something for her” Ellie says. I roll my eyes- fucking dina. “Lemme guess, a bag for Jesse?” I sigh as I walk over and past Ellie. She hums and I begin to walk up the stairs.

I reach the door and jiggle the doorknob. “Fuck it’s locked” I groan as I shake it a little more. “Why’d you lock it you idiot” I snap looking down at Ellie. She opens her mouth to snap back when I hear Dina from the other side. “I locked it- and yous aren’t coming back out until yous get along- I’m sick of the fighting” she says loud for us to hear. “Dina cut it out- open the door” I hear from behind me as Ellie pushes me to the side.

“I’ll just kick down the door” Ellie calls as we hear Dina walk away. “I’d like to see you try” I huff as I walk back down to the small room. I crouch in the corner as Ellie jiggles the door knob a few more times. “Fuck- Ellie it’s locked? It’s not gonna magically open for you” I snap- irritated by the noise she’s making. “Shut up” she snaps. I sigh and lean my head on the side of the work bench leg. I hear Ellie come down and sit on the bottom step.

She starts to tap her foot anxiously on the concrete floor making my blood boil. Even the smallest things she does pisses me off. “Are you ever not annoying?” I snap as I look up at Ellie- my eyes piercing into her. “Your voice is infuriating- stop using it” she groans back and I huff out- shaking my head. “You know - Dina is just wasting her time? We’re never gonna get along” I start and Ellie looks at me. “You’re too stubborn and mean to ever just be nice to me” I finish. She raises an eyebrow and opens her mouth to speak. “I’m too stubborn? You’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met” she snaps pointing at me.

“You’ve never met yourself so-“ I sigh and she stands up. “Fuck this- I’m breaking the door down” she snaps and I roll my eyes. “You’re not not even strong enough” I mutter and she turns to look at me. “I’m not strong enough? I bet your ass last week” she snaps and I huff. She kinda did- but I bet her ass too. “Just sit down” I mumble as she walks towards me. “You want me to beat your ass again? Remind you?” She asks and I begin to stand up.

“Not in the mood for this el-“ I begin but get cut off by a slap. “You just bitch slapped me?” I laugh as she walks closer, hands balled into fists. “Pathetic” I spit snd she harshly pushes me against the brick wall. “Don’t fucking touch me” I snap with my eyebrows furrowed. “Or what” she laughs and I shake my head in anger. Without hesitation I step forward, make a fist and punch her across the face. A little blood comes from her nose and she lets out a low laugh as she wipes it away . “That the best you can do ?” She coos. “No I can do a whole lot worse” I shout and she raises her eyebrows and tells me to “go ahead”.

I go to hit her again but she catches my wrist and holds it front of her face. I grunt as I try pull it away. “Let go” I groan, but she doesn’t listen. I quickly lift my other hand and hit her again. She lets go and stumbles back slightly. “You’re gone pay for that y/n” she spits and walks towards me to push me once again against the wall, only this time the only thing pushing into me are her soft lips.

“What the fuck” I snap and push her away slightly as she smirks. “What?” She smiles and leans in to touch my lips lightly, “I told you- you’re gonna pay” she mutters before closing her eyes and crashing her lips on to mine again. I hesitate and she gets frustrated. “Fucking kiss me” she growls and I oblige. We kiss for a moment- sloppy and wet. Her hands run up and down my sides and as they reach my hips, she pulls them into her.

“You gonna be a good girl for me ?” She asks as her hands cup my ass. I don’t answer though- I couldn’t believe this was even happening, I hate Ellie. “Hm?” She hums as I continue to kiss her. A hard slap lands on my ass and I shriek. “Answer me” she snaps and I gulp with both fear and excitement. Her hand comes up to land on my neck and she squeezes it slightly. It’s harder to breath now and it only gets worse when her other hand goes down to rub me through my jeans. I groan slightly at the feeling she’s giving me.

“If I let go of you, will you answer me” she asks and I nod my head slightly. “Yes” I pant out as she lets go. “Yes what?” She asks as her hand continues to rub. “I’ll be a good girl for you” I groan and she grins. “You want me to ruin you?” She mumbles as she looks me up and down. I swallow hard and nod. “Use your words” she snaps and I take a sharp breath in, her hand is up gripping my face. “Yes- ruin me Ellie” I groan and she shakes her head. “Where are your manners”.

“Please” I say and she gives me a smile before bringing her hands down to take off my jeans and underwear. She squats down to get them off and keeps her eyes up on me. My breathing is jagged as I watch her lick up my leg before stopping right at my wet pussy. I was embarrassed of how wet I had gotten for her. “So wet already” she smirks before kissing just above my aching clit. “I’ve barely touched you- What do you want me to do?” She asks- her mouth just centimetres from my cunt. My cheeks flush red at the question- I couldn’t tell her that I want her to eat me out- I literally hated her, I couldn’t give her the satisfaction.

“I can’t do anything to you if you don’t tell me pretty girl” she says as she slides her hand up and down my exposed thigh. “Tell me” she snaps and I shudder a little at the sudden anger. “Um- I want your mouth on my pussy” I say awkwardly and she giggles. She brings her mouth to my clit and gives it a quick lick. Pleasure runs through my body as she continues. “Fuck” I groan and she pulls away. I groan at the loss of touch and she points over to the table. “Go sit there” she demands and I give her a confused look.

“You want me to make you ?” She asked and I shake my head. I walk over and hoist myself up. She comes over, spreads my legs apart and spits down onto my pussy. “You want something inside?” She asks as she brings her tattooed arm closer. “I’m gonna stretch your pretty cunt” she grins and I begin to tingle with excitement. She brings her fingers to my hole and teases it. “Fuck- do it already Ellie” I groan and she slams three fingers in, making me yelp. “So desperate” she mutters as she pumps them in and out. Feeling her fingers in me felt so good I moan softly as she begins to hit my g-spot.

“That enough? Or do you need more?” She asks and brings her other hand back up to choke me lightly. I manage to get out a quick ‘more please’. I try to control my moans as she slips in another- really stretching me out. “Be quiet” she whispers, “we don’t want dina to know we’re getting along a little too much” she mutters. I begin to push my hips towards her to make her fingers go deeper. She notices and laughs, “more?”. I nod, biting my lip as she slips all of her fingers in. My moans get louder and she takes her hand off my neck to cover my mouth.

“Shhhhh” she whispers as she continues to pump in and out. I grip the edge of the table as she watches her hand struggle to get in. “So tight” she groans before letting a string of spit fall onto me. She slides in and out slow- letting me adjust. I let out little whimpers as I feel myself opening more for her. She mutters a few curse words under her breath as she lets her fist go in and out of me. “Does my fist feel good ?” She asks and I moan in response- the pleasure she was giving me was too good for me to be able to speak. “Just like that?” She asks and I nod my head- her green eyes don’t leave mine as she slams it in and back out. I let out a loud moan, feeling the knot start to form.

“F-fuck Ellie I’m gonna c-cum” I moan out and she shushes me. “Good girl- cum on my fist sweet girl” she mutters before leaning in and kissing me- to try quieten my moans. My whole body tingles as her lips stay on mine. I never thought I’d have her this way- fist fucking me. She lays her sweaty forehead against my abdomen and watches her hand. “Cum” she demands and I roll my eyes back. The knot unravels and the pleasure ripples up my body. “Oh- FUCK- Ellie- fuck just like that” I almost scream and she puts her hand up to my mouth to shut me up. I pant slowly as she takes her fist out, leaving my hole all messy.

“Holy shit” I pant and she smirks, “next time I’m gonna have to gag you- keep you nice and quiet” she tells me and butterflies erupt in my stomach even thinking about it.

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #tlou ellie #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you

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cinyemina · 6 months

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Levi's monologue when he was beating the shit out of eren

I can't believe it. I mean, really, can you? It's like a twisted, messed-up joke that humanity's last hope is pinned on a group of bumbling, power-hungry, so-called leaders. These guys couldn't even lead a donkey to water without getting lost in the desert...

And don't get me started on the Yeager brat. Ugly as a Titan's backside, but they want to barbecue him like he's the main course at a Titan buffet. The poor brat is scared out of his mind, stuttering like a broken record, begging for his life every few seconds. Newsflash, brat: nobody understands you when you're gagged. It's like trying to have a deep philosophical debate with a brick wall.

Nile Dok, the shining beacon of all that is pig-headed and self-important. Head of the Military Police, they call him. But from where I'm standing, he's the grand poobah of all things nonsensical. And let's not forget Nick, the Minister Shitface, holding the prestigious title of vice-judge. It's like a match made in heaven – two peas in a pod of bureaucratic incompetence.

Erwin, on the other hand, well, he's got his own history with Dok. Something about stealing Erwin's girl, Marie, way back when. The details aren't clear, but you can bet your boots that it's a festering wound that still stings. You see, Eyebrows may look as calm as a tranquil lake, but beneath that serene exterior, there's a storm brewing.

Minister Nick and his never-ending religious sermons. He's all about that Walls mumbo-jumbo, but honestly, I've got more important things to do, like keeping your sorry butts alive in this Titan-infested world. If I did give a damn about religion, I'd want a better spokesperson than this guy. I mean, really, it's like having a dung beetle as your life coach. Nick's "inspirational" speeches would put even the most dedicated insomniac to sleep. But hey, maybe that's the secret to his survival – bore the Titans to tears. While he's preaching about the great beyond, I'm out here in the real world, making sure you have a future to even worry about.

If there's a heaven, hell, or purgatory, I hope they've got better entertainment than this holy bore. Dok's playing puppet master to Zackly, and it's a damn puppet show I'm not willing to watch any longer. The clock's ticking, and I can't let this charade continue. The jury needs a reality check before Dok's nonsense becomes law.

Erwin, my partner in crime, gives me that unspoken signal, and it's like we share the same damn brain. Twins, they call us, and they might be right. But let's get one thing straight – I got the looks, and I've got the, well, length, if you catch my drift.

It's time to step up, cut through the crap, and bring some order to this chaotic world. Because if there's one thing we don't need, it's more clowns in this circus of despair. It's time for the Survey Corps to do what we do best – kick some Titan ass and take names.

It's a damn shame that I have to resort to beating the living daylights out of Eren Yeager to make a point. But let me tell you, it's like a twisted kind of therapy for me. The kid's got a hair-trigger temper, and it doesn't take much to set him off. I mean, everything makes him lose his marbles.

You'd think we were living in a world where Titans are the least of our worries, with the way Eren goes ballistic over the smallest things. It's like he's got a personal grudge against serenity. But hey, if my fists can knock some sense into him, then I'll gladly be the bad guy. In this world, losing your cool can get you killed, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep this circus from turning into a bloody tragedy.

Mikasa, the black-haired girl, can't seem to stop gushing over "Ereh!" like she's some kind of Titan-slaying goddess. The way she clings to that Titan-spitface is almost comical. Kid's got herself a full-blown crush on Mr. Yeager.

And sure, I've heard it before, that Mikasa Ackerman looks a bit like me, despite us having zero ties. But let's get one thing straight – I'd rather be related to a sack of potatoes than be associated with a brat who's obsessed with Eren.

I'm not one to toot my own horn, but between her and me, I'm the hotter one in this messed-up circus. Beauty might not save the world, but it sure beats being infatuated with a Titan-transforming teenager.

It's not the stench of their porky existence that gets to me, although that's a close second. No, it's the fear that I feed on, thrive on, and let me tell you, it's a feast.

Dok and Minister Nick are probably soaking their pants, and also shitting right about now, knowing that in my mind's eye, I'm picturing them in Yeager's shoes. There's something satisfying about watching them squirm, knowing that their day of judgment might be just around the corner. It's like a sweet symphony, and I'm the conductor, orchestrating their fear, one crescendo at a time. This world is a savage playground, and I'm the merciless player.

Wait shit, was that a spit and blood covered tooth? Holy hell, it doesn't matter. I need to pull back. Just one more kick.

Okay, maybe one more for good measure. Can't leave things unfinished, right?

And one last one, just to make sure things are nice and tidy. It's not often I get to let loose like this, so might as well enjoy it while it lasts. Another kick for the sake of, well, cleanliness.

TLDR: Shipping between Levi and Eren won't be tolerated, it's disgusting.

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 2 years

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"It's okay to not be okay"

My works on Tumblr are here

Synopsis:

(Headcannons)

A little comfort for a reader struggling at home, with family, and just self-worth all around.

Character(s):

Dazai

Warnings:

Self-indulgent a bit

Uhhh mentions toxic surroundings?

Mentions of suicidal jokes/thoughts

Mentions of comparing Trauma

Words:

642

He notices something wrong almost immediately

When you're less there in the present, spacing out and looking down at your phone

Of course, he’d always made note of the flight response, the blank looks, or the tired expressions

How there were always times when the slightest bit of aggravation from him could make you go rigid and look around as if trying to figure out the many ways to diffuse the situation.

He’d never take out frustrations on you, you were perfect in his eyes.

Sure, you weren't always happy, but you understood him in ways others couldn’t

The jokes that you’d return, the way you’d jump in to brainstorm ways to commit the act of a double suicide.

He’d eventually start to worry, no, he’d always been a bit worried about you.

At least with you, he could never tell when you were serious, or simply joking about the state of your mind.

“Y/n you alright?”

It’s the constant responses

Yeah, why?

Of course, ya silly idiot.

Why wouldn’t I be?

I have nothing to not be okay about.

I have you and our friends, why wouldn’t I be?

Did I do something to make you think that?

He wasn’t sure if those responses had been learned, but he didn’t care.

He still asked, over and over again.

Until that answer changed one day

“No… not really…”

He was beside you without hesitation.

His arms comforted you as they wrapped around you and pulled your head to his chest.

“What’s wrong dove?”

“It’s stupid, honestly there’s no reason for me to feel like this!”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, just tired. Like I could rest for years and never not be tired. I just… sometimes I wonder why I’m here. What the point of it all is. I don’t have the right though, look how blessed I am.”

“Hey… hey now. Don’t say that you don’t have the right. Even the smallest of traumas are enough to change the way we are.”

“It’s not though, I had great parents, some people get beat, but they never hurt me… I mean sure their words hurt and they got mad all the time for the stupidest shit, but… they never hurt me.”

“Verbal abuse can hurt just as much or even more than physical hurt, you know that right?”

He hated seeing the breaking point, had seen signs for years, but he’d never had you come to him.

Have you ever opened up to anybody before?

“I just want it to go away… I feel fine some days, hell I feel so happy I wonder if I may be high… but then hours later I just wanna sleep… but that’s just lazy, people live and work with depression, but I can't even get my ass out of bed.”

“Was that what they called you? Lazy? Because you’re not. You're fighting a battle harder than any battle you’ll ever fight in your life. If all you did was get up once, that’s an accomplishment, love. If all you managed to do was eat just one small bite, that is just as big an accomplishment. You are worthy of love, and what you’ve gone through affected you. Don’t de-validate yourself like this… please.”

He hoped that even if you didn’t take his words, because he knew that there’s no such thing as a quick fix, you’d be a little better, even if only by a pinch. There are people who care, and who are there to listen and help. Comparing trauma isn’t fair, and the people who put the idea that because you never experienced something “worthy” of such traumatic backlash to your brain, are idiots.

“Why don’t I help you take a bubble bath, and then I'll order us something. We can cuddle and watch stupid rom-coms. That sound nice?”

“Yeah… it does.”

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ravenzeppeli · 2 months

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Painful Reminder |Hisoka x Reader Spanking|

Warning: threats, strong language, spanking. MA.

"Go ahead and bend over the edge of the couch," Hisoka spoke, looking you up and down, think lust filling his yellow irises. The magician licked his lips, his pink tongue rolling over his lips with a light grace. "I told you that if you go out without my permission, I'll beat your ass, remember that darling?" A sinister grin appeared on your trainers face, a grin that sent chills down your spine.

You watched as he ran his right hand through his damp red hair - him stating that he needed a shower to calm down before he 'accidentally' killed you for disobeying him. "Please.. I was just speaking with Gon and Killua." You worried about the two kids sometimes, offering advice and a helping hand whenever you could.

Hisoka rolled his yellow irises, shaking his head softly. "You are my student. If you don't want to listen to me, then pack your shit and get out. The decision is yours."

Hisoka was a ruthless teacher, never letting you get away with even the smallest of defiances against his rules. He was molding you into becoming strong, and his ruthless training had been making you so much more powerful, but you just hated and despised his punishments deeply.

"But it's going to hurt," you whined softly, eyes falling to the red carpet as you avoided his gaze. You couldn't look at him. This was all so embarrassing for you. "Can't you let me get away with this? Can't I not get in trouble with you this one time?" You tried to get out of this, not wanting to receive the rather painful punishment.

"10 extra hits will be placed on your sit spots when I'm done. You are acting like a weak child. Take your punishment." His voice was sharp, heading over to you as he rolled the sleeves of his long sleeve red shirt up, preparing himself.

You could either walk away from your teacher, walk away from this once in a lifetime opportunity to train with someone with extreme power- or you could give in and take this painful and embarrassing punishment. You wanted to be strong; you could not just simply walk away and let all of your hard work go down the drain.

The pride that you have upheld for yourself shrunk to the size of a raisin as you quickly turned away from him, facing the black leather couch. You sighed gently, bending over the couch as you placed your hands in front of you. Your fingers seeped through the soft leather, providing some comfort to you.

"I'm glad you made the right choice," he muttered, pants and underwear quickly being tugged down by Hisoka. He wanted you to feel every last smack across your smooth bare flesh, enjoying watching your ass turn a cherry red and covered with dark purple bruises from his brutal hits. His sharp nail traced the almost healed bruises on your behind from last week, a satisfied hum escaping his lips.

Your heart quickly began to skip a beat, the cool air of the room hitting your bare behind. A dark shade of red dusted your cheeks as you buried your face in your arms. You've endured pain quite nicely, but this was a different kind of pain - it was personal, and it was shameful.

"Don't be ashamed Y/N, I've seen you nude and as have you with me. I've been inside of you. Deep inside of you until you quivered around me and moaned my name." A manic laugh escaped the magicians lips, always fast to bring up the sexual part of your relationship in situations like these. "I always spank your sit spots the most because I know how badly it hurts you. I want this punishment to linger for weeks as a reminder to ask permission before you leave."

You kept your face hidden still, a low whine escaping your lips when you felt his hand sharply smack against your right cheek, a swift smack to your left following. The sting was sharp, leaving behind two red handprints on your bottom.

"To come and find you gone... I could have killed you. And to see you giving Gon and Killua advice.. you went too far yet again." His voice was as sharp as his smacks, his hand now going in a fast motion. His free hand tipped your body down, your red bare bottom sticking up in the air.

"Ow, ow! Please, Hisoka!" You cried out, hands balling into fists as you were scooted deeper into the leather couch, sliding easily down. The rapid smacks across your bare bottom caused you to cry out, multiple sobs escaping your lip as your ass turned a bright red, light bruises forming as he focused on your left cheek. A smack reigned down in the same spot, a test to see if you were going to give up and try to break free. "Ow! It hurts!"

"Hm," he muttered. Hisoka kept his left hand focused on your left cheek, your right cheek now being smacked even harder with his right hand. "Begging won't do anything, but if it helps, then I'll allow it." Loud smacks filled the room, mixing in with your sobs.

Liar, you thought in your head as the brutal smacks filled your cherry red bottom, heavy tears clouding your vision. Hisoka enjoyed seeing you in pain, always being an extremely sadistic man.

"Look at all the perfect bruises on your red bottom! You won't be able to sit comfortably for weeks!" His hands dropped to your sit spots, your cries turning into downright sobs as you knew what was coming next. "I can feel the fear on you.. feel how scared you are."

"Please.. it already hurts so bad! I promise that I'll listen to you - I'm so sorry, Hisoka!" You yelled, your voice muffled, but he still understood you perfectly fine. "Please don't, please!" You just wanted for this to be over for him to give you a break for once.

The room was only silent for a second before the loud smacks from your sit spots filled the air. "And remember the 10 extra that I will be giving you," he smoothly spoke, each hand working to bruise back up your sit spots. "Are you going to stop acting disobedient? I've even had to almost spank you in front of Illumi before. What a bad girl you are, Y/N!"

You sobbed into the couch, legs lightly kicking up and down as your sit spots quickly lit up. Each one of his hands harshly crashed into you, the pain becoming an unbearable kind of pain. "Ow, ow, ow!" You repeated with each hit, struggling to keep your hands firmly on the couch. You wanted to cover your bottom, but that would make things worse. "I'll be good, please believe me! Please, I'm begging you!" You cried, entire body shaking. You were a hot mess.

Hisoka sighed loudly, placing 5 more hard smacks on each tender smack like he promised. "And now that I'm done, I want you to stay bent over in this embarrassing position until I say otherwise." Hisoka placed a smack on the center of your tender ass, a yelp escaping your lips. "If you disobey, I will give you an extreme punishment."

His footsteps trailed away, front door slamming as he left you a sobbing mess on the couch. Your hands shot back to your sore ass, and your bottom heated up violently as you rubbed gentle circles, hoping to somehow ease the sting.

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