#fucking hell it turns on and off but doesnt really go away there is like a mist or tension and even when it's not hurting i know that it

[cultrise]

nsfw ahead !

prowler!hobie who sees you, his girl, walking home after a night out with your girls and wants to make sure you’re safe as you step out into the cold night.

but also prowler!hobie who’s been so busy with his vigilante bullshit he hasn’t seen you in so long, hasn’t touched you in so many weeks… and he misses you so fucking much he can’t help but drop down behind you and wrap a clawed hand over your waist.

and surprisingly enough, you don’t flinch. you’re used to him following you around. prowler!hobie is a little bit colder than usual hobie but he’s also way more protective. the minute you heard the shifting behind you, you knew damn well your masked boyfriend was behind you, watching your every move. and the minute the cold metal claw touched the skin of your waist, sending shivers to your spine, you felt his smell hit your nostrils and your suspicions were confirmed.

“aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?” you ask softly, not turning around as you earn a distorted groan. prowler!hobie can’t help but spin you around, the pixelated eyes watching you. somehow, even behind his mask you could see the intent in his eyes “you sayin’ you didn’ miss me?”

you smile as you hand smooths his jacket out firmly, making him tense under your touch “no. i just thought you were busy” and his hands grab you closer, making your body press against his “never too busy f’you. need to make sure you’re safe”

and your finger hooks around his necklace, pulling him closer “come home with me tonight” and it breaks him. whatever restraint was in his body is long gone. and before you know it you get dragged into the nearest alley, your panties to your ankles as he buries himself into you.

prowler!hobie who wants you, needs you, craves you so badly it makes his skin ache and he doesn’t even have the patience to take his gear off. his clawed hand holds one of your thighs up as his cock works it’s magic deep inside your cunt, hitting your g-spot just right. his other hand is pressing on your lips, muffling the noises you’re making so people don’t stop by.

and ragged breaths are coming from behind the mask, which he hasn’t even bothered to take off so you can look at him — damn this man, he’ll never let you have it your way. and he’s not gonna let you complain either with the way he so aggressively ruts his hips into you, making you drool all over his glove and making your eyes stare back into your skull.

prowler!hobie who even with a mask and a voice filter hiding his identity is going to talk absolute filth to your face as he carries you to your orgasm “ya’ like gettin’ pounded by the prowler like that? fuck… being my favourite slut as always.. gonna fill that greedy lil cunt up” he chokes out as he goes faster, deeper. and what use is holding his hand over your mouth, really? because nobody in their right mind would consider the sounds of his pelvis slapping against your asscheeks as random clapping in an alley in the middle of the night.

but maybe prowler!hobie doesnt care that people hear him. maybe they should. especially when with a grunt he half-yells into your ear “fuck yeah, doll. cum on the prowler’s cock like that” as your body shakes and trembles and you violently spill your juices on his lengthy dick.

and prowler!hobie doesn’t stop until he’s bursting into you, until his cock is coated with you guys’ orgasms and he presses the top of his mask against your forehead, panting heavily. that’s finally when he decides to click the button that moves his mask’s face plates to the side, revealing your sweaty boyfriend that looks at you with piercing eyes.

prowler!hobie who instantly captures your lips, tasting the inside of your mouth as his hands move along your body. and he groans into your mouth because “fucking hell, you taste divine”. and you can’t help but pull away, a small pout on your lips as he eyes down the mess he made (which he’s definitely proud of).

“oh, now you kiss me?” you scoff as he turns his gaze back to you, a grin appearing on his plump, glossy lips “would you rather i didn’t?” you sigh, rolling your eyes “i’d rather you came back home with me tonight. i miss you” and he helps fix your clothes as you attempt to stand straight without holding the wall, your legs shaking from the whole ordeal.

“i am. and don’t roll your eyes at me, princess. if ya’ wanna roll your eyes, ‘m sure i can get you to do it again” prowler!hobie whispers as you push him away, your face heating up at his words. and you try to take a step forward but shit.. your legs aren’t working properly anymore.

prowler!hobie who laughs at your disheveled state, one hand on his hip as he stares down at you “need a hand? or a leg, if y’will?” he teases as you slap his shoulder “stop being an asshole and help me walk. it’s your fault i’m like this” and even if he laughs and makes fun of you about it, he indulges. after all, he has to make up for the past few weeks for being away, doesn’t he?

© cultrise | don’t steal, copy or translate my works.

#ahhhh im sickkkk #i love prowler!hobie fuckkkk #hobie #hobie brown #atsv #across the spiderverse #spider punk #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader smut #prowler hobie #prowler!hobie #𐙚 — pages. #𐙚— dreamscape.

[privitivium]

thinkin about some kind of yan doctor or nurse. nurse would be a afab cutesy dude in that stereotypical "sexy" nurse outfit and amab doctor would look similar to herbert west from re-animator with the hair and glasses. strong jaw and shit.... ahem. goes off the rails, kinda all over the place as these are only ideas. Ahemhrm. some of it doesnt make sense im SORRY.

creep nurse/doctor x clueless, subtop reader

cw + for future references;; manipulation??,,; treating you like an idiot-ish, noncon touching, polite doctor is a freak, cutesy nurse is gross,, drugging ( receiving )

clueless idiot moron you, walks in for a mere checkup. you feel me? just a simple checkup!!! few days after your birthday... waiting in waiting room, nonchalantly staring at the wall and zoning out and making shapes with the swirly-design on the walls when ur name is called by the nurse, a cutesy frail lookin guy, interest is caught by nurse;; gets all blushy and shit, closing in on himself and rubbing his thighs together before leading you to the back to get ur weight and height with you trying to make small talk with no reply.. getting a little upset because you think the nurse is being moody but not engaging any further with a huff..,,

takin you to one of the backrooms. dude poking you with a stick and rubbing that damn popsicle stick all on your tongue - making you choke??? bro turns away toward the cabinets; back facing you, immediately sucking it off. ahem. takin a stethoscope and rubbin it all over ur chest under yr shirt n shit... the normal-ish routine of a normal-ish checkup - doing everything the doctor will do when he arrives.. and then he does! nurse off to the bathroom, masturbating with the fuckin tongue depressor he made you gag with in one of the very clean bathrooms,, doctor coming in, looking over ur charts and ranting to you about some random shit about his day, happily listening as the doctor was a bit more chatty than the cutesy lil nurse..

"yeah, it was pretty busy today... this nurse has been getting on my nerves, i've been thinking about asking to have him transferred.." , asking how your day was as he checks your throat out with a tongue depressor like the nurse did,,, "so how was ur day, hun?" while having a popsicle stick down ur throat... dick bulging as he runs a stethoscope over your chest, cold nitrile gloved hands brushing over your nipples briefly,,, telling you to take deep breaths before moving toward your back - briefly wandering over ur muscles before listening to your lungs - a shiver crawling up his spine,, "you're doin real good for me, champ..." ahem. champ..? doctor says you're all good, patting your shoulder with a bright, gleeful smileㅡbut you should totally come back in a few days, as i'm prescribing you some medicine!

what?? medicine?? looking at him all questioning and saying, "really? whats this for." while shaking the orange bottle.. so quickly he prepared this? jeez.. he waves you off, "for ur immune system - vitamins, don't be silly." you didnt come in here to be prescribed some... what the hell is this - you cant even read this shit. uh...

really? come back again so soon?? yeah, sure alright.. doctors orders and all that.. you shrug it off, take the dosage he prescribed you when home and gettin rock fucking hard and having to repeatedly jerk off just for ur erection to start softening.. layin in ur filth, overstimulated and ultimately tired.. doctors orders and all that, saying that you had to take one a day.. ugh.. doctors orders suck amiright. you did get some sort of reaction like that when taking sleeping medicine but not to the extent of getting an actual erection. hmrmm... not suspicious at all :3

"no, no, you gotta stay more, trust. something is totally wrong with you... have you been taking ur vitamins i prescribed??" you have no family or friends to tell you that no, that place is a fucking wreck with doctors with literally no actual qualifications. LOL

going back the week after for another checkup as the doctor called it, being tired as he trails his nitrile gloved hands over your throat and chest.. asking how the vitamins are treating you and you tell him straight up, "they give me boners that last a while even after i nut.. that normal?" while scratching the back of your head... "yeaah! that happens in the very beginning, but don't worry, that'll go away..." is in awe, lowkey, as he touches the hands that you stroked ur dick with. Ahem. doctor tells you to come back next week ... and you do, nurse guiding you again, and you tell him its good to see him.. which he eagerly says the same, nurse is pretty chatty with you.. happily making conversation about ur shirt and saying he totally likes that band or whatever!!

going over your "charts" and says he needs a sample of your spit / urine?? for the doctor to test becuz its totally regulation, totally unaware that he totally had that he added the sample to his growing shrine in the basement that only had a few tissues and the popsicle stick with a grainy picture of you he took over the cameras in the hall... a copied tape of the feed containing you and all that... freak. so weirded out when they tell you to put on one of the hospital gowns and follow them to the larger area that turns into an actual hospital rather than office..,,,

#ocs =͟͟͞͞★ #“polite” doctor and cute nurse ... #x male reader #male reader #x top male reader #top male reader #yandere doctor #yandere nurse! #subtop reader

[lanadelnegan]

One Night Stand

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Request from anon: Can you do 2000s!Jeffery Dean Morgan x actress!reader who works on Grey's anatomy w/ him (she plays Izzie instead of Katherine Heigl) but she doesnt know it yet? Like they meet at a bar and end up flirting and having sex in his hotel and she stays the night and then in the morning she's like getting dressed and says "I have to go to work blah blah blah" and he's like "me too" and then a time skip to when she's on set and Jeffery is going around meeting people and she's just standing there in total shock?

Warnings: smut, NSFW, 18+, vaginal sex, single middle-aged JDM, semi-public oral sex (female receiving), this is HAWT - trust me.

"You look like shit." A deep voice chuckles from beside me.

I snap my eyes towards the asshole, almost choking on my drink in the process. Not sure if it's from his rudeness or his hotness, but I cough and play it off. "Excuse me?"

He laughs before ordering himself a drink. "Oh, and another for the lady here. Looks like she could use it."

My mouth drops open as he just.. grins at me. Who the hell does he think he is.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I ask annoyed.

"Not yet.. do you want to?" His wide grin stretches across his face, revealing his pearly white teeth. I study his face in the neon bar lights, noticing the shades of green swimming throughout his light brown orbs. This man is stunning.

I chug the drink he orders me seconds after the bartender sets it down. "Not really, but thanks for the drink."

He nods and sips his own drink, raising one of his thick brows at me. "Bad day?"

I sigh, trying to relax a little and accept his small talk. "Just tired."

"Then why are you here? There are beds upstairs, ya know?"

I glare at him. "I'm tired.. of other people. Tired of faking conversations I don't care to have."

He raises both of his brows this time and appears to look surprised by my forwardness. "Well excuse me darlin'. I'll shut the hell up then." He goes back to sipping his whiskey.

Out of all the things he's said so far, it's that sentence that finally puts a smile on my face. "Bout time." I tease and roll my eyes dramatically.

An awkward silence follows after we both laugh. I look over and his eyes meet mine, right before they slowly trail down to my lips. The playfulness in his features fades into a seductive gaze and fuck.. this is the kind of energy I've needed since I've been in this shitty town.

I've been filming for months now, only getting to visit home on the weekends. This hotel is basically my home and it's taken a toll on me for sure. At least at home I have my cats. Here I just have half empty wine bottles, my vibrator, and candy bars stashed in my nightstand to keep me company. I guess when I put it that way, it doesn't sound so bad.

"Are you staying here?" I blurt before I can stop myself. That was a stupid question. Why else would he be at this hotel's bar.

He blatantly ignores me, pulling out his phone while leaning his elbows against the bar and pretends to scroll.

"Um, okay." My lips clench together awkwardly as I nod my head and look in the other direction. "Good talk."

"Oh, forgive me darlin'. Can I talk now?" His veiny hand rests against his heart as he sarcastically grins at me. What a fucking smart ass.

"You know what, no. You can't. Never mind." I get up to leave, hoping he stops me.. and he does.

He turns in his bar stool and blocks me with his thigh as I try to walk past him. "What the hell are you doing?" I snap, walking around his leg. I don't realize he's behind me until I step on the elevator and turn around. I gasp a little, looking up at him. His face is serious now.. all the playfulness from earlier gone.

He backs away and leans against the wall of the elevator. The door is closed but I haven't even pressed the button to my floor yet. He crosses his arms and nods towards the buttons, urging me to press one.

"I'm not taking you to my room." I cross my arms, mimicking him.

"Okay, but I'm walking you there."

The seriousness on his face tells me I'm not going to win this one, so I hesitantly press the number 6 and the elevator starts to ascend as we stare at each other the entire way up.

When the door finally slides open, I start to leave but he gently grabs my wrist, turning me back around. Before I can fully face him, he leans down pressing his lips against mine softly. As soon as he pulls away, I pull his shirt towards me, silently granting him permission and begging for more. My back slams against the elevator wall as he kisses me hard this time. His large hands cup my face as I moan into his mouth. My hands reach for his back as his body presses firmly against me.

He tastes like whiskey and tobacco and smells like leather and musky cologne. It's euphoric. His lips are full and soft but the stubble hairs surrounding his mouth scratch at my sensitive skin. I let myself imagine what it would feel like between my legs.

As if he can hear my thoughts, he breaks away from our kiss, breathing heavily before dropping to his knees and wasting no time throwing my leg over his shoulder. My mouth gapes open as I look between him and the open elevator doors. Anyone could walk by right now and see us. My skirt bunches around my waist, giving him all the access he needs before slipping his fingers underneath my panties and pulling them to the side. I watch his face disappear between my legs and feel his warm tongue lick a stripe from my already dripping cunt to my clit. He moans from the taste and I moan at him moaning from the taste.

His tongue presses firmly against my clit repeatedly in an up down motion. He pulls back for a moment and without warning, slips his middle finger inside me, bumping it against my g-spot repeatedly while gently finding and sucking my clit again.

"Oh my god." I whisper down at him, feeling the pressure building up in me from his finger and tongue working in unison. He looks up at me like he can sense I'm about to explode, and grins against my pussy proudly. The sight alone sends me over the edge and I cum so hard that I think squirt a little in his mouth. He groans at the taste and buries his tongue deep in my hole like he needs more.

After a few moments of him lapping up all of my juices he can possible get, he stands up, lifting me in his arms in the process until my legs are wrapped around his waist. He smiles at me cockily while his facial hair glistens with my wetness.

He carries me down the hall and I point towards my room. I unlock it with my key card. Once it clicks, he kicks it open the rest of the way and quickly brings me inside, his lips never leaving mine in the process.

He lays me down on the bed but I keep my legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him down on top of me as he works on pulling my panties off with one hand and holding himself up with the other.

I arch my back, helping him slide them off.

Once I'm exposed completely to him, he leans back up, undoing his belt and throwing off his shirt, revealing his sweaty chest. He quickly pulls out his rock hard cock and I lean up on my elbows to get a better view.

His dick is just as pretty as he is.

He strokes it a couple times while he watches me watch him. My eyes grow wider at the sight of his precum leaking from the tip and he smiles down at himself. "Look at that, baby. Already got my dick leaking for you." He glides his thumb over the tip and I watch him in a trance, hoping I'm not visibly drooling.

"You ready for me, doll?" He asks as he leans back over me, bracing himself up with his hand. I nod as he kisses my lips and I still taste myself on his mouth. His hazel eyes look down into mine as he uses his other hand to guide himself towards my entrance. I feel the tip of him circle my opening before he slides in me agonizingly slow. He doesn't stop until his dick is pressing against my cervix almost painfully. I groan and wiggle a little, trying to adjust to him. He slides halfway out before thrusting his hips flush against me again, causing my mouth drops open as he reaches even deeper this time.

"That's a good fucking girl. Taking me so deep." His raspy voice praises me before his lips connect with the sensitive spot under my ear. He bites and licks at me while his stubble tickles me. I reach my hands around to hold onto his back and his thrusts grow steadier and faster. I scratch his back hard enough that I'm sure it's leaving marks, but it encourage him to fuck me harder so I don't stop.

"Mmm, fuck." I moan out. His hips slam into me faster and my face immediately burns with heat. My mouth drops open again but I can't form any sounds because he's completely taken my breath away. He stops kissing my neck to look at me again and smiles arrogantly when he sees my face and what he's doing to me.

"Goddamn, baby. This pussy feels so fucking good." His breathing is rapid and his forehead is sweaty as his grunts and moans fill the room. I can tell he's getting close and I am too. His hand reaches between us and he easily finds my clit like a pro, rubbing circles around it with his thumb and slamming into me so hard that I stars. My pussy clenches around him as I lose control, moaning loudly and arching my back at the overwhelming sensation. I cum around his cock so intensely that a tear rolls down my cheek.

"Oh fuuuck. Fuck." He says, quickly pulling out of me. He buries his head in my neck and groans, and I feel his warm seed squirt all over my lower tummy. He rolls off of me, grabbing some tissues to clean me up. "That pussy is straight from fucking heaven, baby." He chuckles as he wipes his cum from my stomach.

I get up to go pee and clean myself up and when I come back in the room, he's laying on his back.. asleep. The bedsheets are hanging halfway off, revealing his toned torso and dark chest hair. I watch his chest rise and fall slowly, taking a moment to notice every detail of the absolute sex god in my bed.. the permanent dimples embedded on each side of his mouth, the veins in his arms, the tattoos on his tan skin.

I frown to myself. Too bad this can't go anywhere. I'm way to busy in my career to settle down with someone.

I climb into bed, not bothering to wake him and fall asleep with my legs entangled with his.

The next morning:

"Hey! Wake up, I gotta go!" I yell, throwing a pillow at his face. "Seriously! GET. UP. I'm already late!" I finish tying my shoe as I yell impatiently at him. This isn’t the first time I’ve slept through my alarm and I hate being late.

He lazily rubs opens his eyes open before looking at me with that smirk. “Well good morning to you too, sunshine.”

I jerk the covers off him, noticing his erect cock standing against his flat stomach. My eyes cling to the sight of it and he bites his lip and raises his eyebrows suggestively at me as I stare at him.

“As much as I’d love to sit on that right now, I Have to go. Look, just see yourself out okay? Take a shower, whatever you need to do. Just make sure the door locks when you leave.” I grab my keys and my purse and head for the door before turning around again. “You’re not... some creep are you?”

He looks at me amused. “You’re asking me that after we already slept together?”

I stare at him and rolls his eyes, sighing when I don't answer him. “Does going through your panty drawer count?” He bites his lower lip teasingly.

“Yes! That counts!”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Guess I’m a creep then.” He winks at me and I glare at him as I turn around to leave once again.

“See ya later, y/n!” He yells.

I ignore him, still pressed for time and leave him to my room as I rush to the elevator. Poor guy thinks he’ll see me again. I should’ve told him I wasn’t interested in anything other than his dick.

The doors shut before me as the elevator descends.

Oh shit.

My eyes widen with realization.

“He said my name.” I whisper to myself.

I - I didn’t tell him my name. Oh my god, what if he is some creep that’s been stalking me. That would explain the weird interaction at the bar. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a fan try to stalk me. Sucks being famous sometimes. I breathe, calming myself down. Maybe.. I told him and forgot? I was tipsy last night. I could have said it. I tell myself to soothe my nerves. I think about what he could steal in my room and mentally punch myself for not kicking him out.

What if he eats all the candy bars in my nightstand. My eyes widen at the thought. That bastard.. he would.

I overthink the entire way to work, but finally relax when I get on set with my coworkers. Ellen and I have grown close over the years. She’s like the big sister I never had.

I sip my Starbucks and change into my pretend light blue scrubs while spilling the beans to her about last night. She leans forward on couch in our dressing room, fully invested in my story.

“Was he.. ya know?” She asks curiously.

“Big?” I blush and giggle with her. “Let’s just say.. it was soo thick. He was probably a good 8 inches in length too but the thickness was simply… chefs kiss."

I make the motion with my hand as we laugh together, fully dressed now and sitting in front of the mirror getting our light makeup done. Our stylists are used to our juicy gossip. They’ve learned to tune us out by now.

I grab my iced latte and Ellen and I leave the dressing room, going into the set where all our other costars and directors are. This is definitely the biggest acting job I’ve ever landed. So many of us are on set at one time.. at least 30 of us are spread throughout this room. Ellen and I stand back, waiting for the cameras to get set up. I scan over my script even though I’ve studied it a thousand times and can recite it in my sleep.

“Oooh, todays the day I get to meet my new looove interest. Denny Duquette.” I say to Ellen, putting emphasis on his name.

“I heard the guy they chose to play him is insanely hot.” Ellen winks at me playfully.

I scoff, eyes still scanning over my lines. “Can’t be as hot as my one night stand. I mean seriously... I can’t get his face outta my head. Or his dick.”

The room grows quiet and I snap my eyes up, worried everyone heard me. When I realize they aren’t looking at me, but past me, I turn my head around and the sight almost knocks the wind out of me. Mr. one night stand himself ... No fucking way.. He definitely heard everything we just said and I internally cringe at myself.

“Y’n, meet Jeffrey.. or Denny.. I should say.” Our director next to him introduces us. My coffee slips from my hand and splashes all over the floor in between us. Jeffrey - I guess that's his name - drops to the floor on one knee before I can reach down to grab my empty cup. He lingers down there longer than he should, looking up at me with the same smirk he had last night in the elevator when my leg was draped over his shoulder. I try my best to hide the weakness in my legs and redness in my cheeks at the sight of him below me.

"Lovely to meet you." He says, standing back up with my cup in his hand. He nods his head towards Ellen, politely greeting her as well.

"Thanks." I reach for the cup and my fingers brush his lightly as I take it from him.

He stands proudly, looking down at me smiling before the director pulls him away to meet the others. As they walk past us, Jeffrey leans down to me, his mouth close to my ear.

"I can still taste you." My eyes widen and his deep whisper sends a chill straight to my aching cunt that he destroyed last night.

He walks away and I'm left standing there.. speechless. Goosebumps appear all over my arms. Before I'm done processing, Ellen leans in, "That was him... wasn't it?"

I nod my head, unable to move an inch. The producers call for Denny and myself to begin the scene and my heart races.

Ellen giggles and whispers from beside me before walking off. "Well... this should be interesting."

The End.

Might make a part 2 because I REALLY enjoyed writing this one. Xoxo

#jeffrey dean morgan #negan #jdmorgan #jdm x reader #jdmfanfiction #negan fanfiction #twd negan #jdm fanfiction #jeffrey dean morgan smut #jeffrey dean morgan x you #jeffrey dean morgan x reader #jdm x you #jdm fanfic #jdm smut #denny duquette #denny greys anatomy #denny duquette greys anatomy #greys anatomy #jeffrey dean morgan fanfiction

[gremlitsspoon]

just thinking thoughts about how getting force-electrocuted would just completely fuck up ones body, nerves getting fried, muscles not quite working the way they once did, and how that might affect hearing

afterwords, when everyone is getting checked over by medical, they do what they can to help luke's muscles and body but they overlook his hearing because he can kind of get a sense of what they're saying through the force on top of lip reading. so his damaged hearing slips through the cracks for other, more life threatening cases. and luke just brushes it off thinking its just something that'll wear off

edit: i have a fic up about this now, its on my profile >:)

but 5 years later it still hasn't, if anything its gotten worse but he's so busy with rebuilding and fighting off remnants of the empire that he just cant find time to go through a ton of hearing tests so he just makes do with using the force and lipreading. it also adds to his mysterious jedi persona and gets people to leave him alone which, after everything, is what he wants. r2 isnt a problem cuz hes loud and makes sure luke is looking at him when hes talking so he doesnt really know how bad it is (r2 is also a vault of personal secrets so even if he knew how bad it was he'd say nothing)

then din happens and he cant lipread him and he also cant get a good fix on what the hell he wants through the force cuz the man is like a force dead-zone. luke does well enough with small sentences and such, enough to do small talk with minimal stumbling but then din starts coming to yavin to see grogu and starts spending time there and thats when luke realizes he's screwed himself.

because now, when theres nothing life threatening happening and din's emotions are quiet, theres nothing spilling through the cracks to latch onto. and the man speaks quiet enough as-is so luke is floundering. he just ends up realizing "oh shit my hearing is really fucked, what do i do? i cant keep this up cuz im giving him the wrong impression and i want to be nice because he's been nothing but nice"

finally one day luke is sitting working on a piece of something for r2 and din walks up behind him and calls his name a few times with no response so he taps luke and startles the bejeezus out of him, which confuses din cuz like... he wasnt being quiet, he stepped on a branch and was telling r2 to go away.

so luke comes clean after a moment and din's like "well, i know tusken sign if that would help" but luke doesnt know any. so din starts teaching him tusken sign after grogu's lessons

and because im a sucker for the parties, theres a big party for the new republic and luke brings din because he cant go alone and leia wants to meet him. through the whole party luke is making do with lip reading and the force, and din is talking to leia when she asks din something about how grogu's training is going and din turns to luke and taps his shoulder and starts signing and luke responds then translates to leia what he said and leia's just like "uh. why are you signing?" and luke freezes because he did not think that through and din covers for him making some excuse about how he didnt know if it was ok to talk jedi training in public which leia half buys because she knows her brother but its also not a bad reason especially for a large public gathering.

so she's suspicious but buys it and they make it through the rest of the party alright and get back to yavin and thats as far as i've thought rn but oooh the thoughts be thinking

#dinluke #grogu #the mandalorian #din djarin #luke skywalker #deaf!luke

[felice-jaganshi]

My Fallen Apple

Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 8

Your back is pressed to someone's chest. It takes them speaking to realize who.

“You can't have her, Oz.” It was Lucifer!

 

“Oh? And why not big brother? She doesn't belong to anyone else, so why can't I offer her a night of fun and pleasure?” Asmodeus smiles sweetly, and Lucifer actually growled.

 

“Ozzie. You know why.” He sounded hurt and angry.

 

“Hm, but you still got that old ring round your finger. You're still waiting for Lily, aren't you? So why don't I take away your distraction?”

You feel Lucifer's arms tremble, before he lets go, and you feel your heart plummet. He's choosing her over you, isn't he?

 

He walks towards the water and you look over, just in time to see him take off the wedding ring slowly and hurl it off into the ocean full force! You gasp in shock! Hands covering your mouth, and your eyes go watery as he turns around and gives you a sad smile.

 

“You're right. She is a distraction, a distraction from all the pain I've been in waiting for someone who DOESNT EVEN LOVE ME ANYMORE!” He yelled the last part as tears fell from his eyes like a river. The wall he had built up had finally collapsed. Bee ran to comfort him, only to be kept at bay when he held up a hand to stop her. He had more to say. “It's time I let go. Let go of the ghost of her love that's been haunting me, and move on into the future.” He walked towards you, and you held your breath. He stopped just a foot away from you, and took your hands, before kneeling before you, and kissing your palm before pressing it to his own cheek. He then looked up at you with a warm smile.

“Hey you… I think you're really cool, and I like you alot. Maybe we could go on a date sometime?” You mutely nod your head, before kneeling down to his level.

 

“Luci, I love you.” His face flushes from your sincere tone and he places a hand on your cheek.

“Jesus… I was trying to be cool so I wouldn't scare you off. Can… I kiss you? Please.” You lean forward and kiss him first. It starts soft and sweet, but next thing you know he's kissing you in a way that leaves you breathless and seeing stars!

You're broken apart by the Sins all cheering and catcalling you two, making you both flustered. You'd forgotten you weren't alone!

 

“Ahem..” Lucifer cleared his throat, looking away for a moment, before looking back with a sheepish smile and stars in his eyes, “I love you too, Becca.” 

 

“Alright, should we just leave you two alone to fuck on the beach?!” Mammon yelled obnoxiously. 

Ozzie groaned, “Nuh uh baby! I ain't letting that happen on my watch! Sure it sounds romantic but the sand gets fuckin’ everywhere you don't want it! You do Not want That for the memory of your first time!” 

Lucifer began laughing and you couldn't help but join in, it was contagious! He pulled you in for a hug, then laid back to stare at the sky.

 

“I'll give ya that one Ozzie! Besides, I'd rather whenever we do it, that she and I be the only ones who know when it happens.” Lucifer looked at your face and brushed your hair out of it. “Right, my little apple?”

 

“Little Apple?” You smile at the nickname. “I like that.”

 

“Good, because that's what you are now. My apple that fell just for me, right into my heart.” He then kissed your forehead. 

 

Fizz was back in Ozzie's arms, “Fuh-yew!” He dramatically wiped at his forehead, “I am sooo glad ours and Princess Charlie's plan worked! Hah! She really does know her father as well as you do, Ozzie!” Ozzie chuckled and laid down in the sand next to the two of you.

You and Lucifer both looked over in shock, Charlie helped with this?!

Bee and Tex laid down together too, and the others laid alone, everyone forming a circle with their heads all toward the center, all staring up at the stary hell sky together. 

 

“I love you guys…” Lucifer said next, “I mean it, you all… you're my family too, and I love all of you so much. I'm sorry I let myself get distant from you all, you didn't deserve that.”

 

Satan huffed, “Oh shut up, we know you love us. It was that dumb bitch you married that pushed us away from you, and you from us.” Lucifer frowned, readying a defense for Lilith, when Bee spoke next.

“Yeah, seriously! She was manipulating you, and the more we tried to get you away to see it, the more she separated us from you! It hurt so much being torn from our big brother…” She hugged Tex tighter, and he rubbed her back in soothing circles.

 

“Wait, really?!” He was shocked to hear this. “I… didn't notice. She made me think you all were annoyed with me.” He held you closer, seeking comfort. You nuzzle his chest and bring a hand up to play with his hair, soothing him. He sighed, “Well, she's gone. And Becca here actually likes me spending time with everyone.”

 

You all end up sleeping together under the stars.

 

In the morning, you all make breakfast together and just enjoy each other's company. Everything seems like it's going to be a good day.

Until you get cut by a shard of glass on the beach and cut your foot open. “Ow! Fucking bitch!” You fall on your ass and look at you foot, Lucifer and the others rush over to your side. “Ah, it's not that bad…” You pull the piece out of your foot and look over at Luci, “Hey, can you use some of that healing magic on me?” He smiles and gets right on it.

Then you notice the Sins are all looking at you in shock and horror. “Wh-whats wrong guys?” 

Lucifer freezes as you speak, “Oh… I… I forgot to tell them you're-”  

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #fallen apple #lucifer magne #lucifer x reader #fallen angel #helluva boss beelzebub #helluva boss mammon #helluva boss ozzie #helluva boss asmodeus #fizzarolli #fizzarozzie

[witchykittyy]

Agreement 💖

@marcyyywukinnie asked: Hi could you make a fanfic Yandare Blitzo x reader x Yandare Stolas where they just fight about reader, before coming to terms that theyll share them??

I am soooooooo sorry about how late this is!!! I really am. Life's been really hectic and I went through a very depressive episode but I promise to be on top of stuff more often! I really hope you like it! ❤ Sorry if its not really enough fighting per say. 😅

TW: Demons, Hell, Blood, Arguing, Cursing (lots of it), Mentions of kidnapping, Stalking, and other yandere themes.

"Damn that was a fuck ton of clients!!!" Millie jumped up into Moxxie's arms pumped and covered in blood. "Yea it was and it was so fucking awesome! But I think imma head in for the night." You're the newest member of I.M.P. A few days ago you saw their help wanted poster and decided you needed the extra money so you decided to join. You got along really well with Moxxie, Millie and surprisingly Loona. The only person who doesn't seem to like you is Blitzo. He was always staring at you. Watching your every move like he's waiting for you to do something wrong. So you always tend to keep your distance.

"Yea I think me and Millie have had enough excitement for today as well. Goodbye sir! Goodbye Y/N!" "Bye Blizto! Bye N/N!" Moxxie and Millie wave goodbye as they leave. "Whatever, bye." Loona continues on reading her magazine. "Bye guys!" You wave goodbye to them sweetly. "Bye lovebirds! Don't get too kinky while I'm away!" You can almost hear Moxxie rolling his eyes at those words and you chuckle. Now its just you, Loona and... Blitzo. Though your back is turned you can feel his eyes burning into info our skin, its very unsettling so with out turning around you decided to say your goodbyes and leave. "Bye Blitzo! Bye Loona!" "Bye dork." Blitzo doesnt say anything and you start to walk off sill feeling his gaze on you. Suddenly he says "See you soon Y/N"

You got home and were extremely exhausted as you flopped down onto your semi comfortable bed. Due to only recently having a job you dont have that much money to buy yourself a nice place so for right now you're stuck in this crummy apartment. Even though you didnt mind your situation someone else did.

Stolas has been watching you from the day he saw you in the I.M.P headquarters while he was visiting Blitzo. He's been obssessed with you ever since he saw you and has stalked you finding out your likes, habits, dislikes and everything else about you. He truly believes that you deserve so much better than what you have. He loves you and believes you deserve to be treated like a queen. A problem with that is that Blizto is also in love with you. Stolas notices the stares he give you and the longing look in his eyes. He's sure Blitzo has noticed his interest as well and thats probably why Blitzo hasnt spoken to him. But nevermind that.

You change into your PJ', get into bed and start scrolling through Helltok. "Ah shit its getting dark and I have to work tomorrow" you sigh. "I guess I should go to bed as Moxxie would say thats the responsible thing to do." You turn off your phone and go to bed. Stolas stares at you from the window wishing that he were next to you.

After a while he sees someone climbing onto your balcony. He's about to go stop him but then the two lock eyes. "Stolas?! The fuck are you doing here?!" He almost tumbles off the balcony from the surprise. "I should be asking you the same question Blitzo." "Look dipshit im doing the same thing you are but going inside." Blizto starts opening the window. "Wait! We shouldnt do that it invading her privacy." He goes to stop him but then Blitzo slaps his hand away. "Oh and stalking her isnt invading her privacy?! Look just leave ok if you dont wanna do this. Not like I want you stealing my girl anyways." He grumbles the last part but Stolas is able to hear him. "Well I sure as hell am not leaving her alone with you." "Then come in with me." He grabs Stolas's hand and stealthly brings him into the room. Stolas blushes at the sudden contact. 'Wait why'd he blush? What the hell is happening to him?'

You're dead asleep on the bed. "So smart ass what do we do now?" He tries to cover up the fact that grabbing Blitzo's hand made him blush. "We look around bird brain." They start looking around the crummy place, dodging the clothes thrown on the floor. Eventually after looking around for a while Blitzo decides to look your computer as Stolas watches you sleep peacefully. Out of the corner of his eye Stolas sees him breaking into your computer. "Hey!" He yells silently. "What do you think you're doing?" "I'm looking through her computer dipshit." Blitzo rolls his eyes as though its obvious. "Well yes I know that but why?" "To make sure she ain't seeing some other loser."

Blitzo searches and suddenly stops dead in his tracks. "You need to see this birdie." They stare at the computer reading you're messages with some guy named Dennis. "Oh hell no" they growl out in unison. You whine and shift in your sleep as they go dead silent. Once they're sure you're not awake they continue. "We can't let this shit happen." Blitzo growls with malice. "I completely agree. This dirt bag isn't good enough for our Y/N." Stolas nods. "Wait, our?" "Well yes I suppose we'll need to team up to stop this guy and ensure that she stays with us. Is that an ok arrangement?" Stolas questions. "Yea.. Thatd be great." Blitzo looks down blushing madly.

#helluva boss #yandere stolas #yandere helluva boss #yandere blitzo #first time writing an actual fanfic #i hope you guys like it

[ccbunnv]

Hi, could you do something more with villain!Bill? Maybe something like when the hero and the reader gets in a fight and when the hero is helping the city something interesting happens. Maybe like the hero accidentally hurts the reader but doesnt bother to help since they are still mad at eachother and then there comes Bill. You can finish this as you like! An early thanks if you do it!

(Sorry if you got tired of writting villain!Bill😭)

<33 it's ok !

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 villain! bill x fem! reader fluff

"Dan! where the hell did my guitar go?!" I asked in a shout, rage piling up within me as my boyfriend came back home, his neck decorated with a purple-pink lipstick that didn't belong to me.

his infidelity wasn't something I could be concerned with right now. my guitar was missing, even though I had very clearly saw it this morning before I left for work.

I owned a second-hand black gibson guitar I worked my ass off for at the age of 16 and he knew just how much it meant to me.

drunkenly, he waved his hand, dismissing my worries for the expensive instrument that was missing from its holder. he uttered out, his breath reeking of beer, "I sold it."

"what?!" I yelled, "you sold it!?"

"yeah, and? I needed money for booze." his words slurred, acting as firewood for the burning anger in my heart.

"you sold the fucking guitar that I spent two years saving up for!?" I asked, following him as he entered our room.

he took his clothes off, throwing it onto the floor, "so what?"

"what do you mean so what?" I looked bewildered.

"I save this whole city every day!" he shouted, pointing to himself, "do you know how much trauma I go through!? the booze is the only way for me to forget this!"

he had used this tactic on me all too many times. ever since the beginning of our relationship, he kept asking for money. for clothes, for therapy, and it eventually turned to more honest admissions, like booze or luxury items.

it's not like he doesn't get money either. the city council hands him a cheque worth thousands of dollars and where does he spend it on? for girls to sleep with him, on gambling.

"then why don't you go to therapy?!" I asked.

he clicked his tongue, grabbing the bottle of perfume on the dresser nearby and throwing it in my direction. the glass crashed against the wall, bits and pieces falling down and creating an unruly melody.

the scent of the perfume spread across the room as the extract seeped into the carpet below my feet. he shouted, "shut the fuck up, bitch! I'm tired of your bullshit!"

"everyday you nag and scold me! I save your life whenever you become the damsel in distress, and this is the payment I receive!?" he yelled, grabbing another perfume bottle and throwing it at my direction.

"you're an ungrateful, disgusting whore! you spread your legs for every man you come across, don't you!? you slut!" he walked towards me faster than I could back away, and he slapped me on my face hard.

"I think I should teach you a lesson." he panted, grabbing my hair and dragging me to the bed. his hands reached down and started to unbuckle his belt.

fear and dread dawned upon me, my breathing growing ragged. my stomach churned, and with all the strength I could muster, I kicked his knees in and booked it out the door.

the night air was chilly, I could see the hot air leaving my lips as I ran from the apartment complex as fast as I could. tears prickled at the corners of my eyes, my heartbeat eventually calming when I reached a safe distance away.

I stayed at a friend's house that night.

𓆩♱𓆪

I didn't really go back to the apartment complex after that. I didn't want to face him and the pile of luxury resting in the living room. it felt disgusting for me to even see his face on billboards, praising his presence or advertising a product.

I continued at my job, after having blocked him on all form of communication. email, contacts, even myspace and facebook, even though I didn't go online often. the repulsion I felt from that near rape incident left me with needing melatonin gummies to sleep.

and even though I looked up and down on ebay, hoping to find my gibson guitar, but it was nowhere to be found. I eventually gave up.

my heels clicked down the streets as I made my way to the train station, hoping to get back to my friend's house early so I didn't have to stare at Dan's ugly fucking mug on the damn walls of every establishment in this shithole called a city.

then, a loud explosion occured not a few minutes later behind me, in a large corporate building. I craned my head backwards, hoping it wasn't Dan, and then a crowd of people came running by. their screams filled my ears, cries from toddlers, infants and children alike accompanied those horrific screams.

scared, I began to run as well, but then the police closed the gates to safety on me. they couldn't risk anything dangerous entering and contaminating the safe area. I looked around, noticing that everybody else who had been locked in the battle field like me had already taken cover.

fear covered my body, as I watched a very familiar silhouette enter from the shadows. a velvet coat draped over his tall, model-like frame, his brown eyes glaring deep into mine. my heart thumped loudly within my ribcages.

"BILL!" I heard that dastardly voice call out.

I turned my head to find Dan, in his tacky but versatile hero suit. oh, it looked horrible. I looked over at Bill, noticing that for some reason, his all-black outfit was better-looking than the hero's tasteless costume.

"DAN!" I heard the villain respond, his voice enchanting to the ears.

I heard his voice one too many times, and is it wrong to say that I've missed it?

I got up and ran to hide behind a car, trying to shield myself from the oncoming battle. Bill hummed, "and you brought your girlfriend. have you no idea what safety is?"

"shut up!" he responded, ripping a pillar from a falling building and throwing it at Bill, who very swiftly ducked it.

Dan charged towards him, but he switched spots instead. now he stood close to me, just a few inches away from the car I hid behind.

he taunted, "wow! what happened to your aiming, Dan? you've gotten so shit at it!"

of course, my prideful (soon to be ex) boyfriend couldn't handle such a tease, and he grabbed one of the discarded cars at the side, throwing it at Bill.

unfortunately, his aim was shit, and it knocked the car I was hiding behind away. glass broke and flew everywhere, scarring my face and my body, some chunks finding place against my body.

I hissed as my leg was kept under a car, a sharp part dug into my calf, making it ooze blood but I couldn't pull it out. I looked over at Dan, hoping for help because after all, he was the hero. but he looked away from me.

Bill noticed this out of the blue situation, but decided not to question. the pain burnt through my body, and I wanted to scream and cry. I eventually passed out from the pain.

when I woke up, I expected to hear the beeping of a heart monitor but to my surprise, it's to the gentle sound of a door creaking open. my vision blurred, before fixating at the person standing near the door. I couldn't speak at all, but there was no need for that.

Bill walked over and sat next to me, looking down at my unmoving body. he said, "you're awake."

I murmured, "mm."

"how do you feel?" he tilted his head curiously.

"mm-m." I shook my head side to side a little, but that alone made my head hurt.

"hm." he hummed, "well, just get some shut-eye. I'll be back soon." he got up and then left.

I stared at the ceiling for a short while before obeying his words. I closed my eyes again and let myself drift to dreamland.

𓆩♱𓆪

shortly after, I woke up again. I slowly looked to my side, to find Bill dozing off on the chair next to me. his head dipped down little by little, and he was doing his best to keep it up.

I stared at him for a little while, but he soon woke up. he rubbed his eyes, "do you feel better now?"

"...yeah." my voice was hoarse and cracking from hours of not drinking water.

he reached to his nightstand and brought out a glass of water for me to drink. I felt my throat get instantly better as the water ran down.

he sighed, "did you and your boyfriend get into a fight, or something?"

"what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"did you and Dan get into a fight?" he asked, "I didn't think he'd leave his girlfriend, much less an injured civilian, right in the middle of the battlefield."

"...yeah, we did get in a fight," I mumbled, "it's like, a long story."

"you can always tell me." he shrugged.

I didn't really know if I should, after all, this man was a villain. and he held that title for a very good reason. however, my heart was in shambles, and I needed to tell it, or I fear I'd suffer worse than nightmares.

so I told him. I watched as his facial features morphed from shock to sympathy to disgust. utter repulsion, from the fact that the hero tried to take advantage of his own girlfriend.

at the end of my story, he looked at me with a frown. he breathed in and out, "so...are you staying somewhere safe right now?"

"yeah, at a friend's place. but I think I should move out soon, because she wants to move her boyfriend in." I responded.

"you can come live with me," he proposed, "I've got tons of bedrooms here. this is just a guest bedroom currently."

I looked around the room I was in. this extravagant bedroom with a view to the city, is just a guest bedroom?

I said softly, "...you're not kidding?"

"no," he shook his head, "I don't think you deserve to be kid right after that experience, honestly."

"...but I can't afford it," I mumbled.

"can you cook?" he asked.

"yeah?" I replied.

"then that's your payment. cook me meals." he said simply, as if money was nothing to him.

well, it really was nothing to him, after all. he's got a mountain's worth of riches and could probably support five generations or more.

I blinked a couple of times, before leaning down to pinch my injured arm. I hissed, pulling back quickly when I accidentally pinched a wound.

"it's real," he affirmed, standing up and smiling, "when will you move in?"

"I don't know," I said softly, "do you have a date where you're free?"

"next Friday then." he said, leaving the room.

𓆩♱𓆪

my life with him was much better than my life with Dan. I had broken it off with him prior to moving in with Bill, and needless to say, he didn't take the news very well.

news began to spread that I was a whore and I slept with the villain, and even a mule knew who spread such a petty rumour. but the city kissed the soles of his shit-covered boots as always.

well, it didn't matter anymore. Bill was a man who respected my privacy and enjoyed my cooking. he stuck by my side even at my worst, and I had never heard a word of judgement leave his lips before.

then my heart began to beat whenever I was around him. I saw sparkles surround him. I wanted to hold his hand whenever we were in close proximity.

he seemed to feel the same too, as he had began making his move. he held my hand for short periods of time. he made time for us to go out and eat. we hung around in the living room until midnight talking about our experiences in mundane, boring things.

being alive felt so much better around him.

the sky was blue and it wasn't too hot nor sunny as I walked down the streets, finding the billboards to be more tolerable now that I wasn't really connected to Dan in any way other than exes.

I looked through the paper grocery bag, hoping that I bought everything for tonight's dinner, and making silent plans for tomorrow's breakfast. maybe avocado toast with poached egg? or breakfast bites? maybe french toast.

the sky dimmed and I figured it was going to rain soon. looking through my totebag, I realised I didn't bring my umbrella. if I ran fast enough, maybe I could catch the bus back home in time.

but when I reached the bus stop, the bus doors shut and it drove off. thunder rumbled and I brought out my phone, trying to tell Bill that I was gonna be later.

as I was about to text him, I heard someone call out my name. I tilted my head upwards to find Bill with an umbrella over his head. he said softly, "I was window shopping. I take you didn't bring an umbrella?"

I laughed and said, "no, I didn't."

he chuckled, "then, do you mind sharing one?"

"I don't think so." I shook my head, going under the umbrella with him.

the rain pitter-pattered on the surface of the black umbrella, and we were extremely close with eachother. we had a lot to talk about, like prices on groceries, tomorrow's lunch, what movies we should watch tonight etc.

"right," he then said softly, "I have a gift for you."

"really? you didn't have to!" I smiled happily, clutching the brown paper bag tighter to my chest.

"I wanted to," he shrugged, "it got delivered today. come on."

we both ran back to his car that was parked in the underground parking lot, rainwater filling my shoes and staining the edges of my jeans. sure, it felt disgusting afterwards, but it was a memorable sight.

he began to drive quickly back to his mansion, while I put on some songs for us to listen to.

𓆩♱𓆪

"don't look!" Bill called out, and I laughed a little.

he was preparing my gift while my eyes were closed and I was forced away from the tempting present in the living room. then, he walked over to me, the soft thumps of his boots muffled by the carpeted floor.

his hands settled on my shoulders, and he slowly guided me towards the living room. he whispered, "keep your eyes closed."

I smiled a little, "alright..."

though I agreed, I tried to open my eyes slightly to just peek at what the gift was, but his hands swiftly moved from my shoulders to press against my eyes.

I laughed again as he reprimanded, "I told you keep your eyes closed!"

"sorry, I'm just excited..." I responded, giggling.

I could feel his smile behind me as he lead me into the living room. slowly but steadily, he removed his hands and said, "you can open your eyes know."

so I did. and the view in front of me shattered me.

it was my guitar. the same one I lost to Dan's alcoholism. the same scratches on its ebony body, the same sticker from my favourite band stuck to the back.

he said quietly, "it took me a while, but I found it."

I looked ecstatic, rushing over to cradle my guitar in my hands. I looked over at him and said, "you didn't have to..."

"I wanted to," he knelt down to my now-kneeling figure, and said, "because I know how much it means to you."

"and you've been here for longer than anybody ever has," he whispered, "I'm glad you did."

his hands brushed against my cheek, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ears. I said, my tone matching his, "I'm glad I stayed."

"I..." my heart was hesitant. what if this was just a friendly gift? what if I was overthinking? but I just continued, "I like you, Bill, not just as a friend, but something more."

"I don't know why," I said, "but when I see you, I get giddy inside. I love cooking for you, I love listening to your genius plans,"

"I love you." I whispered. his eyes were fixated onto mine, and then he smiled that gorgeous smile, and I felt my heartbeat quicken. butterflies filled my stomach, my body felt numb and jelly.

"I love you too," he muttered, "I don't know when, I don't know how, I just did."

"and I'm glad you feel the same." he said softly, before pressing a kiss against my eyelids. he trailed his lips down, and without hesitation, he brought his lips against mine.

I very gladly returned it.

𓆩♱𓆪

#tokio hotel #y2k #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #fluff #bill kaulitz fluff

[ohtobeleah]

for strictly scandalous… Jake and spanking. it’s something you’ve both wanted to try out and once everything is agreed upon… you act up one night at the Hard Deck and he takes you home to punish you. he’s shocked by how turned on you get, literally dripping down your legs and onto his lap, leaking into a puddle on the floor. he continues to punish you for enjoying it by making you clean your mess up and then spanking your sloppy pussy. the night ends with him filling you to the brim.

Oh my god I was let loose with this one. Someone needs to sedate me.

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous, Smut ahead.

Oh, my days this had me weak in the knees. I can vividly picture the look in Jake's eyes, so dark and lustful as he's watching you from across the pool table. If he wasn't trying to control himself he would have snapped the pool cue in half when he watched you playfully flirt with Rooster just to get to him. The two of you weren't officially, and the rest of the squad had no clue you two were fucking around on the down low. 

Jake had pissed you off in pre-flight that same morning. He knew he had the minute you were turning into him when your ears burned red at his over glorified statement. He’d said something dumb about how he could get any girl he wanted and would bet $50 on it with anyone who was looking to throw away some extra cash. 

“Any girl you want huh?” You tried to play it off like it didn't hurt that you could be so easily replaced. “Way to make a girl feel good about herself, Seresin.” 

“Oh come on Vice, don't be like this.” You remember Jake saying before you turned away, having needed some space to truly reevaluate if this was the mess you wanted to get yourself into or not. You wanted to give Jake the benefit of the damn doubt that he could be a good person, but he made it so hard to believe he could be anything more than a good fuck every day. You wanted more, he didn't, simple right? Wrong–because here you were, flirting with Bradley Bradshaw purely because you saw the sudden change in demeanour the second you started giving Bradley a little more attention than usual, and not Jake. 

You’re laughing a little too hard at his corny jokes, touching his shoulder, lingering around him longer, being far too touchy feely and Rooster is reciprocating it. He’s in on it, he doesnt mind being a pawn in your little game, anything to fuck with Hangman. You’d told him earlier on that night when he questioned your horrendous mood, offering to help rial up the egomaniacal aviator who just couldn't see the good he had right in front of him this whole time. 

“Why don't you and I get outta here?” It's what sent Jake over the edge of the chiff he’d been tethering on the edge of for the better half of the night, watching as Bradshaw pulled you closer and kissed your neck, whispering it loud enough for Jake to hear as he shook his head and finished his beer. “Ooh, check mate.” Bradley is chuckling an airy laugh into your ear as he watches Jake rise from his stool, and physically separate the two of you–turning his back to Rooster as he pushed you towards the front door of the bar. 

“Get in the fucking truck–” It comes out lethal, he’s pissed and in no mood to fucking joke around. Shoving you with a little more force the second and third time around as you clench around nothing. Being shuffled out the door onto the front deck. “Go, keep moving–” 

“Make me.” You grumble under your breath as you dug your heels in, pushing back against Jake so it wasn't all that easy for him to shove you around. You wanted the thrill of the chase, but you weren't even remotely going to make this easy for the sandy blonde after he’d managed to make you feel like an afterthought. A plaything. 

“Alright, you wanna play?” Jakes hissing as he reads your face, finding that lustful glint in your eye endearing enough to throw his caution to the side and dive head first into whatever the hell this was. “You really wanna play Vice?” Your call sign slipped off Jake's tongue all too well, like he was made just to say it, moan it, scream it to the heavens. Vice: You’d always been second best at damn near everything, never first place. Forever the bridesmaid, very the bride. 

“Make. Me.” You smiled with each word that you paused on. Bing your bottom lip as you closed the slight gap that was between you and Jake as his hand tightened round your wrist. Holding you still. “You can have any girl you want right? Fucking make me move, Hangman.” Standing on the front deck of the Hard Deck face to face, Jakes looking down at you while your looking up slightly, Hes reading your face for permission, looking for any excuse to back down but he doesn't, he sees the look you're giving him as enough reason to go through with what his desire is telling him to do. 

It's a blur really, one minute you're squaring up with Jake on the front deck and the next? You’re slung over his shoulder clawing at his back through his white lightweight button up. 

“PUT ME DOWN!” You know by the trajectory and by the recent request Jake had made that he's walking you over to his truck, parked at the far end of the parking lot. “HANGMAN–!” He's not answering you, Jake simply carried on his way, making strides through the car park as his boots crush the sand and rock mixture beneath him. “I swear to go if you dont–” You don't get to finish your sentence before you feel it. The sharp string of any open palm slap against the back of your thigh, just below your ass. It stings enough to shut you up as Jake growls.

“Will you just shut the fuck up already?” His eyes are dark as he fishes for his keys, still holding you up on his shoulder. His hand is holding the curve of your ass so you can't fall. “Honeslty, you took one thing I said so far out of context and suddenly you’ve turned into the biggest fucking brat on base.” 

“Well if you didnt make me feel like a second fucking option Seresin I wouldnt be in such a fowl–” Again, he doesnt really answer you directly, but Jake is slapping your ass. Hard. It makes you hiss through gritted teeth before he places you down against the passenger side door of his Ford pick-up with a huff. 

“You are not my second option, you are my only option.” Jake makes it as clear as he can as he's pressing himself against you as your back diggs into the red coated aluminum on his truck. “But we’re not public, are we?” Jakes not waiting for you to respond before he's gripping at your cheeks, pressing your lips into some pathetic fish lip position. “But I guess now Bradshaw knows all about us considering you used him to fuck with my head.” You nod in silence while you try to hide the fuck me eyes youve been giving Jake for the better half of the night. “So, back to my original fucking request Vice, get in the god damn truck.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

The ride back to yours had been far too silent and oh so heavy. Jake's grip on the steering wheel had been tight in anger and lust but not as tight as his grip on you when he told you to get on your knees on your bed before him. 

“If you're gonna act like a military brat, I'm gonna treat you like one.” Is all you hear him murmur from behind you as Jake guides you down, his hand running up your spine as he coaxes your face into the mattress, face down ass up just how he likes it. Ass on full display for him besides the pretty little thong you had been wearing under those all too loose mum jeans he liked. “If only they all knew what a dirty girl you can be, Vice.” 

“Jake!” You cried out into the void of your mattress as he cracked his open palm against your ass–hung in the air just for him to abuse. He knew you liked it. If not you would have told him off, cut the shit you were both playing into and told him that if he hit you like that again you'd hit him back with a closed fist and all ten times harder. But you didn't do that. No. You moaned his name when he did it again, and again, and again until you were raw. “Fuck!!” 

“You like it when I spank you? Huh Baby?” Jake can see how turned on you are by the way your arousal is pooling between your folds, drenching the thin piece of material he's about to rip from your body and replace at a later date. He's running his hand over the spot that he’s spanked you in for the last five or so times, it's raw, he can tell by the heat that's trapped under your skin. “How about when I do this?” Jakes manhandling you, flipping you onto your back as he hovers over you, his face close to yours as he takes for digits and gently slaps them against your cheek. He was testing the waters before using his entire palm. 

“Mmmm-” You groan when he does it again, only this time with his whole palm. “Mmmm–” You respond again. “You keep hitting me like this and we’re gonna have a problem.” 

“What's that sweetheart?” 

“I'm gonna cum without you even having touched me.” It has Jake growling so primal, ripping the drenched piece of fabric from your cunt so he can sink low between your legs for a moment to get a good look at the mess you've truly made just from him slapping you. 

“You must really like being a brat baby, you're soaking.” Jake groans as he keeps eye contact with you, liking a strike up your cunt to collect everything you could give him. Holding your arousal in his mouth before coming back up to squish your cheeks together, forcing your mouth open so he can kiss you. Tasting yourself on his tongue, swallowing whatever saliva and arousal mixture he gave you. “Brats don’t get to cum though do they?” 

Before you can answer, Jake is spreading your legs as wide as he can get them, covering your mouth with one hand and slapping gently but forceful slaps against your cunt, paying attention to the sensitive bundle of nerves he knows would just be throbbing right about now. 

Your eyes are wide as you screaming out in pleasure against his palm, squirming as he pins you down, you're dripping. Soaking his fingers even before he guides them in, coaxing long fingertips against your velvet walls. 

“Ah Ah, brats don't get to cum.” Jakes snickering, he's mocking you, knowing you’re trying to hold it back, the coil had been wound fully back and you were on the verge. “Especially after they try fuck co-workers to make me fucking jealous.” Jakes removing his hand from your mouth so he can hear you beg, he knows that's what you’re going to do because you need to cum. 

“Please, Jake, Please please please can I cum!” He loves it, he doesn't relent in the way he's slapping your pussy and kissing your neck. “Please–!” 

“Absolutely not–” 

“JAKE!!” You couldn't hold it, You’re shaking and clenching your jaw, there's a moment where you forget how to breathe and suddenly it's washing over you as you tremble underneath Jake. He stops everything, he leaves you to tremble on your bed from a ruined orgasm. “Oh you asshole–” It comes out in sobs as tears fall from your eyes. “You fucking asshole.” 

“I told you you couldn't cum.” Jakes standing by the side of the bed, removing his shirt and belt to match your naked self. “Didn't I?” 

“I'm sorry–” Is all you can muster out before Jake is pulling you up by your hair, bunched in his fist as he pulls you up to meet his gaze. “M-sorry.”

“Clean your mess up, and I'll think about letting you cum around my cock.” Jake is ordering, you do as you’re told and sink your hand between your folds, collecting your ruined orgasm. He’s entranced as you suck it off your digits. Standing in his personal space as you keep your eyes trained on his. Dark and oh so lustful. “Such a dirty little whore aren’t you.” 

“Only for you.” 

“You sure you wouldn’t let Rooster slap your pretty little cunt like I just did?” Ah there it was, Jake was still as jealous as he’d been when you’d left the Hard Deck. Deciding the way he was treating you had been far too thrilling to give up the game. 

“I dunno, wanna ring and see if he’ll join us?” You know the second Jake is spinning you around and throwing you back down onto the mattress that you were about to enjoy this. Grinning ear to ear as you feel his hands on your ass again. “Did I say something wrong Jake? Does the thought of me and Bradshaw—AARUGGH FUCK!” Without so much as a warning, Jake is thrusting into you, not giving you a second to adjust or breathe before he’s setting an abrupt pace. 

“I never wanna hear you say his fucking name again you hear me?” Jake is groaning as his fingernails dig into your ass, leaving crescent moons in their wake as he fucks deep and hard and fast into you. “But fuck your cunt is made for me, so warm and slick—fuckk!” 

“Jake!” Tears are falling feeling down your cheeks as Jake raises a hand to slap against the already raw skin of your ass. “FUCK!” You love it, he knows you do, you know you do and that turns you both on to new heights yet to be explored. “Again–” You mumble into the mattress as Jake fucks you hard, showing no remorse as he slams himself into you. Using you to get himself off. 

“Oh you want more do you?” He taunts, slapping you again and again until you're crying out for mercy. It's unholy. “Fuck Y/n, I’m gonna ruin you.” Jakes close, you can hear it in his voice and in the way his breathing is changing. “Fuck, this pussy is just too good not to fill with fucking cum.” 

“Please–” It's all you have the energy to say. “Please Jake–” 

“Auugghhh!!” Jake groans, he’s stilling himself inside you as he pulls your hips close to his. Slamming his hand down one final time hard enough to have you yelping in a fit of pleasure laced pain. “Fucking christ–” Jakes throwing you down onto your mattress. Watching as you tremble and shake. “You’ll never not be a good fuck Vice but that, that was a whole nother level.”

“Oh my god.” You're tearing up as Jake comes to kneel beside you, pulling you up into his warm embrace.

“I've got you.” Jake coos, knowing what you need now is reassurance that you did good, that you're safe, that your sound. “I shouldn't have said what I said, I'm really sorry gorgeous.” 

“You need to fuck me like that more often Hangman–” You chuckle into his chest. “I'm hearing colours.” Jake just laughs as he brushes your sweat coated hair from your forehead. 

“I'll slap you silly any day of the week, Gorgeous, just say the word.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

Strictly Scandalous // Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

#ohtobeleah 3k celebration #strictly scandalous #strictly scandalous // Jake ‘hangman’ seresin #jake seresin smut #jake hangman x y/n #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin x you

[sleepyhead-poll]

ROUND 4D, MATCH 2 OUT OF 2!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Bedtime Bear:

he's just a little guy your honor

Perpetually sleepy bedtime buddy. His job is to help children get a good night's sleep and have good dreams.

Linhardt von Hevring:

linhardt has like 1 goal in life and its to be able to sleep as much as he wants and research whatever he wants without any pressure from anyone or anything <3 quote from his wiki page: "he often flutters from interests and is only able to focus on whatever fancies him in the moment. Additionally, his extreme disinterest in anything off-topic will cause him to become drowsy and/or fall asleep." he's neurodivergent as hell

Bro just wants to sleep instead of going to war. He took a nap in the cafeteria with a fucking pillow. Bro is so sleepy and wanting to nap all day that he can’t even be bothered to introduce himself properly “Linhardt. Goodbye.” Anyway he is the best sleepy boy :)

Besides being the Goddess' sleepiest soldier, Linhardt is literally introduced in a cutscene falling asleep mid-lecture and his personal ability is called Catnap ('Snooze' in Japanese). Catnap allows Linhardt to recover HP if he doesn't take any actions during a turn. 🙏 Bro is sleeping on the battlefield

He's just a sleepy boy who brings a pillow around to sleep and doesn't give a fuck. His conversation during the great tree moon(april)? About how it's the best time to sleep? He's damn right.

Not really currently but they're really cool and sleepy and also bi

Just a sleepy guy who wants to nap over studying and battling.

Eepy eepy boy:) also most likely autistic

he’s so eepy!!!!!! the eepiest!!!!!!!! it’s one of his defining traits also he’s one of the only characters you can gay marry in the game

Chill and sleepy.

He is such a sleepyhead. He tends to come across as ditzy or spacey to others, when often he is just so so so sleepy. He caries around a pillow sometimes because he'll sleep wherever and whenever. He doesn't seem to care that others find it distasteful, because he's happy getting lots of sleep. He may have narcolepsy; but it doesn't seem to be an established word in canon so most people things he's lazy or avoidant of things, when he really just can't help it. As the teacher you can acknowledge him though and validate that being sleepy doesnt mean hes wrong, as long as he works hard when he's awake. Despite his sleepy though he's there for his friends in battle (usually as a healer in my games since he's not a fan of violence) and just lives a long nap afterwards.

Lindhart’s S support (basically a proposal scene) is him taking a nap with you and it’s the gayest shit ever

"Is that so? You'll have to tell me about it sometime when I'm not walking away..." Vote Linhardt he's very sleepy look at him :)

#round 4 #round 4d #care bears #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem: three houses #fe16 #bedtime bear #linhardt von hevring #poll bracket #poll tournament #polls #character polls #sleepyhead poll

[unagrancantidaddepanes]

sometimes I go nah their not gonna make snufmin canon but then I remember snorkmaidens introduction scene and just go what the FUCK what the HELL was that 💀💀💀

NO BECAUSE CAN WE SIT DOWN AND. TALK ABOUT THIS SCENE.

like it's snorkmaidens introduction scene, it's the set up and first impresson of snorkmaidens character and moomintroll and snorkmaidens relationship. Like for example the first appearance of sniff shows him being impulsive and quite silly. He also trys to start a business with moomintroll but moomintroll declines and seems quite annoyed with him. Like the first appearances are set ups for the characters relationships and is something your suppose to remember throughout the show. It's suppose to clearly show how the characters and relationships are and what to think about them.

So why the HELL is snorkmaidens introduction literally just moomintroll ignoring her in favour of snufkin 😭😭😭 LIKE IT JUST DOESNT MAKE SENSE ?????????

Like yes, it shows that moomintroll is kinda nieve and their relationship is kinda comedic BUT IT ALSO JUST SHOWS THAT HE ????? PREFERS SNUFKIN ????????? TO HIS GIRLFRIEND ?????????? 💀💀💀💀💀 like what this scene does is literally just. Establish that snorkmaiden and moomintroll are both unhappy in their relationship and not only that IT LITERALLY SHOWS US HE WOULD RATHER BE WITH SNUFKIN 💀

Like. Oh my goodness. Snorkmaiden trying to talk to him and him looking away just daydreaming about snufkin. Snorkmaiden getting angry at him for it. WHAT GETS ME IS HE DOESNT DO THIS WITH ANY OTHER CHARACTER EITHER????? NOT ONCE IN THE SCENE BEFORE WITH SNIFF OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER LATER DOES HE JUST START COMPLETELY IGNORING THEM TO THINK ABOUT SNUFKIN LMAO

hE QUITE LITERALLY. oh my god. OH MY GOD. HE QUITE LITERALLY. CALLS HIS GIRLFRIEND SNUFKIN BY MISTAKE. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS FOR A MOMENT ??????? LIKE THAT WAS WEIRD RIGHT. THAT WAS WEIRD. The establishing scene of moomintroll and snorkmaidens relationship. Is moomintroll. ACCIDENTALLY CALLING HIS PARTNER 'SNUFKIN'. THAT WAS WEIRD RIGHT?????? RIGHT??????????? I'm gonna scream I'm gonna loose it.

He quite literally ????? Starts swooning??????? Over snufkin???????? AND ITS NOT ME EXAGERATING SNORKMAIDEN LITERALLY CALLS HIM OUT ON IT 💀💀💀

'ITS ALWAYS THE SAME THIS TIME OF YEAR, THERES NO ROOM FOR ME'??????????

THE WAY HE SAYS 'until snufkin comes back im all yours' UNTIL SNUFKIN COMES BACK?????? LMFAO EVEN HIM TRYING TO SAY HE LOVES HER CIRCLES BACK ROUND TO SNUFKIN LIKE????????????? Saying 'you are my whole world' THEN IMMEDIETLY TURNING AWAY AND DROPPING HER WHEN HE HEARS A SOUND THAT COULD BE SNUFKIN???????? he really said sorry ur not my whole world because of snufkin ok OK 💀

SNORKMAIDEN STORMING OFF SAYING 'unless ur names snufkin ur wasting ur time'???????????

AND THEN THE SNOWDROPS?????? 'THEY HERALD THE RETURN OF LOVED ONES'????????? 'THE MORE WE PICK THE MORE LOVE WE GET'???????? SNOWDROPS BEING HELD BY MOOMIN LATER IN A SNUFMIN SCENE??????????

IM DONE. IM DONE 💀💀💀💀

Enjoy my bandicam recording lmao

#moomin #moominvalley #snufkin #snorkmaiden #moomintroll #snufmin #tbsposts #Am gonna give all my posts that's silly tag now lmao so I can find them DYYCDJYDCYDJDY

[mychlapci]

another rarepair but overtarn my beloved psychopaths <3 anyway mer overtarn mating probably results in the research facility evacuating the whole building in case all the staff witness the horrors of two aggressive mers almost breaking the thick bulletproof glass while fucking. it may look like an extra violent murder with all the clawing growling fighting and blood making the pool light pink but its just a lil breeding sesh between two loving mates <3

and then the staff doesnt know what to do with the huge pregnant siren with killer voice and the giganormous overprotective brute who scares all of the visitors away even more now than ever <3

oh hell yes i LOVE overtarn. our two psychopaths in love <33

A facility very early into their research days managing to contain Tarn and Overlord, both of them freshly discovered giant sea monsters that have gotten nice and big after years of killing and eating land-dwelling mechs. They’re not too sure if they should be keeping them both in the same tank (or if they should be keeping them at all) as they appear to really dislike each other, but one, they haven’t hurt each other gravely yet, and two, there is no way they’re luring either of them onto a stretcher again. One vet check-up was enough to cause an extreme ruckus, Overlord had to be tased and shot with several tranquilizer darts before he finally passed out and they could safely scan him as fast as possible before dumping him back into the tank. Tarn, on the other end of the facility, was much calmer, but once in the veterinarian's room he managed to kill a worker with one swift swing of his claws and was dumped into the tank without a scan. One scan from Overlord is enough for their research purposes, surely…

Things are going pretty alright, their tank is to be avoided unless completely necessary and the staff work on researching the other, slightly more docile mers they have in store… until Tarn and Overlord start acting strange. Their “disliking each other” turns into complete, unbridled aggression, the two mers fighting at least twice a day, leaving one another scratched and bleeding all around the tank (Overlord and Tarn are displaying mating dances, how sweet <33) The staff is not sure what’s happening until finally all hell breaks loose in their tank. Overlord appears to be… killing Tarn. He’s holding him down, biting into his neck, Tarn is clawing at him violently in a pointless struggle, their tails are intertwining (Overlord’s spike forcing itself into Tarn’s valve slit, spreading it open and hitting the duct of his gestation tank roughly with each thrust, Tarn moaning in pleasure, his claws leaving marks on Overlord’s frame to make sure everyone knows he belongs to him. Overlord tearing chunks off of Tarn and swallowing, keeping pieces of his mate inside him as yet another part of his mating/dominance play) and the staff is told to leave before they manage to break down the glass and flood the whole place. 

Meanwhile, Tarn and Overlord are having the time of their life, swimming around in a pool of their own spilled energon and grinding their tails against each other until they’ve reached another mutual overload.

When the staff comes back, the glass wasn’t broken and the two seemed to have mellowed out a bit… by the time the filtration system clears the water they’re lazily rolling against each other, still deeply mutilated, but they’re calmed down now... The researchers slowly realize the horrors they’ve witnessed through the cameras was a mating ritual… which means there’s going to me more of them. More violent, murderous killer mers. In their research facility.

also, hell yes, Overlord doing displays of dominance towards the researchers and scienstis, extending his spike and rubbing it against the glass until they’ve left with grossed-out winces on their face-plates, mating Tarn in front of the cameras to make sure there’s no mistake in who he belongs to...

#valveplug #merformers #pregnancy mention

[green-alien-turdz]

started autistically vibrating the second i read your answer lmfao. i was thinking cartman or tweek myself tbh, those bitches are both just PRIMED for it imo. i tend to lean towards a lot of abduction experiences being some kind of extreme reaction to other earthly trauma, but that really doesnt seem to fit every account so idk what the fuck is going on. god though dude *puts on homemade MUFON lanyard* i am SO SO SO CURIOUS to hear about your/your fam's weird experiences if you ever wanna share, i saw some questionable shit when i briefly lived out in Ohio myself. gone back and forth on the legitimacy of it all over the years, one of those things that's like, the more you research the less you Know.

Okay bro, I gotchu. I NEVER get to talk about this shit so imma fuckin go wild

Ight, so legit everybody in my mfin family got some shit to say- I tried to pry my brother's experiences outta him, but he is dogshit about answerin questions. Just know that he got some stories from when he would go campin n shit (even though he has funny ass stories from when he was outta his mind fucked up, there's still a lotta sober experiences he's got too)

1st, my dad: his stories are kinda vague too bcuz we don't talk, but from what he has told me in the past, he has 2 moments in his life he was certain was alien activity. Both of these take place in Texas (but when he was still livin in Ohio, he did say he'd seen some weird shit). The first is when he was movin to Oregon, n he was drivin late at night through Texas. Not a soul on the mfin road n he's in buttfuck nowhere. He said that there was this huge fuckin flash of light from above n his truck completely shut off. Like, the mf was still rollin at the same speed, but nothin it was like the car itself just kinda switched off (no engine, no lights, no music, nothin). He's tryin to start it up over n over, not really sure what the hell was goin on- so he's tryna pop the clutch seein as he was still movin. But this shit would NOT turn the fuck over. Until after he was gonna give up, slowly brake n just pull off to the side, but before he even attempted, the truck starts up again n continues on like nothin even happened.

His second experience I don't remember as well, so sorry about that. If I fuckin recall my dad n his band were just finishin up a show n were just chillin behind the bar smokin. One mf points out that there's this weird fuckin plane over some buildings on the horizon. Like, it just wasn't movin right? He said it seemed to be movin in a really slow zig zag pattern (but it wasn't like a drone, this this was way too big n it was the mid-90s). They kinda brush it off bcuz it's late as hell n they're all pretty shitfaced. But he said that it lasted in that area for about 10 more minutes, just movin back n forth until he looked away for a minute n it was just gone.

He's also told me about how on his late night drives in dead places, he's seen a shit load of random light infront of him shootin into the ground, n this is especially fuckin freaky to me bcuz I got a very similar thing that happened not that long ago. It's explained in my individual experience.

My mom n grandma: My gma might have some more, I feel like she had told me somethin. This one is backed by both my mom n my gma (although my uncle was here too, he just doesn't associate w/ the family so maybe he'd have some input). My gma used to drive from across the whole U.S. ALL the fuckin time when my mom was growin up, like they always had these roadtrips bcuz my gpa was an abusive pos n they'd escape back to my greatgrandparents place. So they're in the more of the desert states (like New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, I just can't remember which). My mom is probably about 10 or so. It's full on daylight, unlike every other story I got, this is the only one where it is broad fuckin daylight out. There's nothin but desert for miles, it's just a long beige stretch. So when my mom saw somethin just hoverin in the sky, it stuck out like a sore thumb. My mom calls it out, which causes everyone in the car to just watch it. My gma doesn't stop drivin, but she slowed down quite a bit, n she says that thing just fuckin sat there. Like, no movement whatsoever. It didn't look all that much like a plane, but they couldn't make out defined details. All they knew is that there is this plane adjacent aircraft just hoverin in the middle of the desert. They'd never seen anythin like it, despite all of them bein raised on military bases n seein a lot of kinds of military aircrafts (which is why this was ruled out). They kept drivin off but my mom said she just watched it through the window as it became smaller n smaller until it got too far away to see- but that shit never moved. It just remained hoverin in that same place.

Ight, Imma get into my experiences now, I got two with people n one that's on my own (that one is long as SHIT).

The first one is with me n my sisters (home in Oregon): This is around 2015-2016. It's the middle of the night in late April. We were chillin bcuz it was one of my sisters bdays n we were just talkin n watchin the stars. Now we live right next to an airport, so there are a shit ton of planes that go over, even late at night- but you can always tell those bcuz of the red lights n they're usually not that high up yet. We were just talkin tryin to find constellations bcuz it was a clear ass night. At some point we see these two lights. They're contained in these circular shadows WELL into the sky, but we could still make out a vessel that the light were on. 4 light on each circle. They're goin up n down the night sky back n forth completely parallel, so it seems like they're together. At first we were losin our shit, not able to explain what we were watchin. After some rational thought, we were like 'mfer we see satellites in the sky all the time, that's probably what these are' bcuz they were fuckin zoomin through the sky. We even see satellites pass over, but we kinda notice that they move n look a LOT different than the lights we were watchin. But every satellite's different yknow? That is until these mfs, the completely parallel movin in tandem lights all of a sudden both separate n go fuckin zoomin away from one another in the opposite direction. No longer up n down, but left n right. And then they're just fuckin GONE. Like, they sped off n never returned to the place they'd been for like 20 or so minutes. (Now I am willin to admit, that very well could be satellites, but it's still weird as fuck).

Here's one with me n my dad: This is around 2019. We were out in Utah, middle of the desert. This time it's probably closer to like 10-11pm. We were kinda just doin our own thing, sittin, thinkin about shit. When outta the fuckin blue, we notice this weird ass aircraft. Like, it low flying, large enough to be a fuckin cargo plane (doesn't look like one though), n movin super slow with a BRIGHT fuckin light slowly phasin in n out, illuminatin the craft. We're both losin our shit watchin this bcuz neither of us know what the fuck we're lookin at. Now this this was low enough that, if it were a plane, we would've heard it. But it was movin at the same speed which planes always appear to be when they're thousands of feet into the sky. But this was maybe 200 or less feet up. It was a really thick, aircraft that was slightly triangular in shape, but still pretty bulky. We couldn't see any engine or shit like that. We are legit fuckin shoutin like mad men, chasin this thing. At some point we try to call over the rest of the family, but we're slowly losin our visual on this thing. Everyone else is tryna look in the sky as my dad n I make a mad dash tryna keep an eye on it as it went behind some structure. But the second we got to a place where it should've been seen on the other side, based on its flight path, this thing was fuckin gone. Like, nowhere in the sky. It was like it was never there. To this day not sure what the fuck we were watchin bcuz we followed it for a good while, just for it to vanish.

Okay, now onto my final encounter (warning, this is a LONG mf bcuz it just happened in January, so it's fresh on my mind): I had decided to drive out to Sauvi island at like 1 am because I really wanted to go out and watch the water. But it was like the foggiest night in existence. It was during that period in January where every night was covered in this thick, heavy fog. I wasn't gonna let that stop me though. Even if I could barely see the road and almost crashed like 5 different times, I was determined. The drive itself was kinda ominous, but shit didn't start gettin weird until I actually reached Sauvi's. The second I reach the island, something just feels off instantly. I mean, no one's on the road of course, it's late, it's foggy. But I mean, it was DEAD. There was an alarming amount of roadkill everywhere (like fresh roadkill), and the entire island reeked of fuckin death, skunk, and mold. So I keep fuckin driving and just get the sense that someone was following me, like on my ass tailing me, but there wasn't any other cars or nothing. But I had the window down and swear I could hear some shit close to me. I'm driving and manage to miss my turn off to the beach. Here's where shit genuinely starts getting weird. Lights. Unexplainable lights ALL over. Now if this was a more populated area, I would assume some of this was street lamps, but the island doesn't really have that many (they have them in front of some buildings, but the roads are lightless). I kept seein "headlights" coming around turns that didn't exist. And when I should've been passing them, there was nothing there and the lights were gone. Okay, weird, but maybe it was my headlights reflection on the fog. Then I see fuckin taillights. I get confused because it looks like a car going up a hill, and I brushed it off before realizing that it was a wide open, flat road, and there was no hill or car in sight. I watched the lights turn into nothing and they were gone. At this point, I'm freaked out, but I'm still finding my way back to the beach. I manage to loop back around to the entrance of Sauvi's so I can take the right turn this time. When I tell you that the smell is worse and I even notice more roadkill. I would've seen any other cars on the road, but there was fuckin no one. And I know damn well that I wasn't the one who hit them. But I brush that off because I'm every white person in a horror movie. Not too long after, I saw the final unexplainable light I'd see that night. There was this small-ish, but abnormally bright light just kinda bobbing up and down infront of this post. I assumed it was some weird reflective thing, but as I approached it, it went up and then shot into the ground- the light completely disappearin into the ground. After I saw this, the feelin of bein chased was at a 100%, like I was stressin. I finally took the right turn, and there's this one fuckin shadow in the fog that I'm TELLING you looked like this tall fucking figure walking about. I legit stopped dead in my tracks to watch it, but this feeling of dread came over me, and I sped off. I finally make it to the beach, but I think I stayed for maybe 5 minutes or less? There was an extremely menacing feeling. Like it was THICK. I couldn't see the water it was so fogged out. I mean, it was beautiful. But it truly felt like I was being watched. There was little to no sound until I heard coyotes fucking EVERYWHERE. Like an insane amount. I head back to the car and they seem to shut up. I absolutely dipped the fuck outta there.

Now it is important to note with Sauvi's that there is maybe a supernatural element into that. Seein as Sauvi's, like most of Oregon n the U.S. was home to Native Americans (Chinook Indians specifically) n as we know, mfs just weren't allowed catch a break (to put things lightly). So there is more than likely some unrest in the energies n life of the island.

But yeah, there's a small collection of experiences in my family. I'd LOVE to hear your shit from Ohio. That place has some strange shit goin on there, like genuinely. Everytime I went to vist my dad's mom, that place just feels like somethins goin on there

#asks #i will say tho when i finally did make it to the beach #i had the best piss of my life #i swear a majority of that 5 minutes was me pissin in the sand

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

ofmd s2e2 rewatch where i pause to jot down my thoughts and other random shit

not quite a reaction post, not quite a liveblog. this post is gonna be unpolished and messy bc this is the only way i know to process my emotions abt these episodes enough that i can actually start talking coherently about them.

s2e1, s2e2, s2e3, s2e4, s2e5, s2e6, s2e7, s2e8

did not notice the first time around that buttons is sleeping with his legs sticking up resting against the side of the ship. king.

WHY DID THEY USE A DIFFERENT TAKE OF THE YOU WEAR FINE THINGS WELL SCENE WHAT PURPOSE DOES THIS SERVE. THIS HAS BEEN BOTHERING ME FOR DAYS.

oh god the face stede makes after he breathes out all wistfully is so pained... ogughuhg heartbreak......

why is the groom cake topper dirty ed were you kissing it. ed. edward.

hNNNG ed pushing the painted bride figurine closer..... im gonna throw up

ed!! rolling over and crying!!! TAIKA HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT LOOKING SO FUCKING SAD THIS SHIT HURTS ME

like i can literally feel the tears burning in his eyes. the way his chest starts shaking with sobs but he's managing to keep the sobs in for like one more second. he's trying so hard to hold it in and i've cried like this before and it physically HURTS

also oughg the song. run from me baby... run my good wife... run from me baby..... you better run for your life........ ED THINKS THAT'S WHAT STEDE DID!!! RAN AWAY FROM HIM!!!!! and he thinks that was stede running for his life bc like, he thinks he's inherently monstrous and unlovable and hnnnnnnnnngggg. ed teach go to therapy challenge.

the crew responding to zheng's wake-up bell is so relatable. me when my alarm goes off at 6am

ok so the running bit where stede's crew has never heard of China before. is kinda weird to me. and honestly it kinda runs back to what zheng said in the last episode "one thing i've learned in my time here: you people know so little" about nobody knowing how valuable indigo is. like the show is portraying your average caribbean pirate as really ignorant and only like, ed stede and fucking ricky are on par with zheng yi sao. and i mean knowledge doesnt equate to intelligence so like the indigo thing i didnt really bat an eye at but when it was played for comedy with olu not knowing how to pronounce china i was like... hm. but the season's just started so maybe im reading too much into it but idk. it's a weird writing choice to me.

loving how at the start of last season the crew almost mutinied bc stede was a soft captain but now roach is out here embracing how all of them are "tender as hell."

love how lucius and pete have their romantic reunion chat just. fully in front of an audience

stede looks. so upset. watching lupete kiss. this man misses his boyfriend so fucking bad

lucius not even trying to hide how much he Does Not want to be stuck with stede in towels

also hi the sky in this scene is so pink. it was blue when buttons was doing tai chi so i guess this is sunset. day one complete.

buttons confirmed sea witch one of the best scenes in s2 so far. intrigued by auntie saying "i have looked for you far and wide" like are there other sea witches and auntie only wanted buttons?? or is buttons literally the only sea witch in the world. i want the lore.

ed. eddie eddie edward. ed my beloved babygirl. i would fuckinggg die for you

ok but also there is literally no way frenchie didnt see ed when he walked in like ed is standing Right There. i love when directors do stuff like this tho it's so funny to me. "ok joel just walk in there and pretend like you dont see taika standing literally right in front of you"

just noticed ed was polishing the handle to the wardrobe (the main wardrobe) right there. he's tidying up. getting his affairs in order before he— *i break down into inconsolable sobbing*

i wont like tho it was very funny to me when we finally got this full scene and ed's "and no more stede" turned out to be "no more izzy." very fun for me

god i LOVE when we get pirate code shit. none of these rules ever make sense it's always just whatever works for the plot's sake. "that's the code of the sea: the new first mate always kills the old first mate. it's always been like that" i don't think it was literally ever like that i think the writers decided that making up this bullshit rule would add drama to the situation. it's like how pirates can win duels by rendering their opponent's sword inoperable (as if pirates ever had like ritualistic duels). or next episode when zheng yi sao is gonna kill them for mutinying against ed. i love how all the logistics of the plot are always some handwavy-bullshit bc the show just Does Not Care about this shit. this is the ed and stede show and everything else is just superfluous set dressing

we were all fixated on lucius living in the walls none of us predicted that it could be izzy living in the walls

"start with his leg see where it goes" frenchie what does this MEAN

archie thinking jim was asking which leg to cut off and just. answering the question genuinely. is so fucking real lmao me too girl

JIM PUTTING THEIR HAND OVER ARCHIE'S TO BRACE THEMSELF BEFORE THEY START CUTTING INTO IZZY'S LEG... the romances on this show are unparalleled

archie when izzy's leg starts gushing: aye yai yai!

stede telling everyone in laundry abt his whole romance with blackbeard. and stede telling zheng and auntie abt blackbeard when he thought they were just soup sellers. you KNOW stede's been telling literally everyone he meets abt how he's looking for his beloved ed.

lol ok but cuba was not written on the map in the one shot and then stede says "oh, hang on, he might be in cuba!" and it cuts back to the map and he underlines the word "cuba" which somehow mysteriously appeared on the map while stede was chatting. 10/10 no notes

also GOD do i relate to stede so hard sometimes. it did not even occur to stede to ask lucius how he's been until lucius points it out and then he's like "oh! right! how are you??" and he does genuinely care but he was just so absorbed in his own shit it did not occur to him to ask. like. ohhhh baby does that hit home

LUCIUS DRAMATICALLY PAUSING IN THE DOORWAY WHEN STEDE TELLS HIM TO WAIT. HIS HANDS ON EITHER SIDE OF THE DOOR AND HIS HEAD BENT. THIS FUCKING DRAMA QUEEN I LOVE HIM!!!!

LLOOKING OVER HIS SHOULDER "oh, yeah. now you care?" AND THNE SHAKING HIS HEAD AS HE WALKS AWAY god i LOVE this soap opera

ok but buttons looks very confused when auntie says "i see you've adopted the humble form of a man" and then she hands him the book abt shapeshifting. like did she know that he doesnt know how to change form or what.

auntie asks buttons to bless their travels. anyway this is how stede somehow didnt get everyone killed in e1 despite the fact that they were at sea for a few months and he had no idea what the fuck he was doing.

LOVE auntie's little... yell? whimper?? before shuffling away nervously. incredible performance.

also the spellbook thing is in chinese. pretty cool how buttons knows how to read chinese.

ed jumpscare 2!

frenchie's "fire away. not literally, i hope" I MISSED THAT THE FIRST TIME KJSGHKFJDGHJHK WHAT A GREAT FUCKING LINE

love how irl frenchie using the wrong hand for that throat-slitting pantomime would be unimportant but the show acts like that's something that could actually give frenchie away bc they need to really nail home the fact that Ed Is A Fucking Genius

another thing ed is: INCREDIBLY HOT. he is being intimidating and evil to frenchie rn and i am very very into it.

obsessed with archie casually picking some random gore off her hand

also obsessed with how jim is just poking at izzy's leg. they learned how to butcher animals as a kid tho so i guess they're not really grossed out by severed body parts lmaoo

also also obsessed with how izzy would absolutely have not survived this at all. i love this show

list part 2:

ok im sorry but "he's our dick" does not feel earned to me. like they use that fantastic shot of the whole crew in episode 6 last season but what's crucial abt that shot is izzy isn't hanging out with the crew. he's sitting away in the corner monologuing abt how he thinks maybe ed might not want to kill stede.

i do think it's significant tho that jim wasn't there for izzy at his worst aka threatening to withhold rations for laughing at him. like they weren't part of the vote to mutiny against izzy. but frenchie was and frenchie was like "start with his leg see where it goes" which does not seem like he's really that invested in keeping izzy alive.

also it's weird how we don't see fang at all for this bit with hiding izzy in the walls. like he would be the one i'd expect to have the strongest connection to izzy bc he knew izzy before the show started and he was hugging and comforting izzy last episode.

anyway imo jim keeping izzy alive is more abt them missing when they were on the ship with olu and the whole crew and the ship was like a family, not necessarily abt feeling loyalty to izzy specifically. i could be wrong tho who knows.

one thing i do know is that it is VERY important to point out how jim is struggling really hard with everything, archie is not. she wasnt there for the co-captaining era at all and she seems to be rolling with everything like it's all expected. this includes the wedding raid and ed pointing a gun at her last season and stuff. even now she's mostly just confused by why jim is bothering to try and keep izzy alive. but she acts like the amputation and the violence are all what she expected.

yay kissing!! with the shit stuffed up their nose and covered in blood and jim still holding the leg GOD I LOVE THIS SHOW

hnng when archie says "you have... hope" jim's jaw tenses and they visibly swallow after the word "hope." god jim is going through it

"the wooden demon boy that thirsted for life" god i love this game of telephone that the show is playing with pinocchio it's so fucking funny

archie definitely still says a few syllables after "no i was cleaning up blood" while jim was leaning in for another kiss but none of it forms a coherent word. relatable.

ed's "ohhhhohoho. ohoho" is so funny to me. this man is so jealous that other people are getting to kiss ppl they like but not him.

hm archie and jim are not actually kissing when we cut to the shot of ed standing in the stairwell. i imagine this is an editing goof or something

jim and archie pulling away like two kids who got caught kissing under the bleachers during gym class or something. incredible. one of jim's nose plug rags is mysteriously missing now. i think archie ate it.

ed shushing frenchie. nothing to say here but "i need him carnally"

"take the fuckin leg" ed does NOT like mess!!!

"he was your friend" well jim. he might have been ed's friend. but he had a very strange way of showing it.

why does it sound like ed has spurs on his boots

OLU IS SO CUTE I CANT BLAME ZHENG FOR BEING LIKE "you're doing so good at filing thanks so much!!" WHEN HE'S ACTIVELY FUCKING EVERYTHING UP

also. i want to know about auntie's filing system. ahead of it's time, you say?? tell me more. hi my name is jess and i love sorting things

ah yeah olu mispronouncing china moment

olu and zheng are cute tho ngl

roach is having an orgasmic experience drinking soup. very relatable.

love that stede called the broth "insane" like fics so often get stede's voice wrong bc he will randomly say casual slang in a way that contradicts his general s1 vibe of stuffy frilly rich guy. but he's more like your average dad whose general grammar when speaking is pretty outdated but he's also trying to use slang to fit in with his kids

oh god stede is trying so hard with lucius it is giving SUCH awkward dad vibes. "when i was young and edgy" and "mr. cool" STEEEEDE

"my spicy little rat boy" im so sad that lucius hates that pet name bc this is the funniest thing black pete's ever said

aw nooooo the way pete jumps when lucius yells at him :(:(:(

yo wee john has like a wristband with all these sewing needles and shit stuck on it that's such a cool costume detail

the first thing izzy says after waking up is "my leg" and in my head im hearing it in the spongebob meme voice

first: very funny how ed responds "yeah!" like, laughing about the whole. amputation thing. and then secondly i am obsessed with "up in Leg Heaven" he is so fucking quirky. i love him.

"have you come to take the other one" yeah you'd probably enjoy that huh izzy.

love ed's dangly earring. gender.

smthng abt how izzy is instantly exhausted and dismissive when ed tells izzy to take the gun vs how ed was also bored and dismissive when izzy said "i have love for you." idk if there's anything there im just making tenuous connections in my head rn

help. ed clenching his fists when he's standing with his back to izzy. he really wants izzy to do it but also even deeper than that he really doesn't he wants to live

izzy starts to laugh the same way he started to cry last episode with like a really loud sudden gasp of air. also he laughs so weirdly jesus christ

also jesus this is so fucking dark. i mean obviously but im fucking reeling right now from ed trying to get izzy to kill him and izzy's response is just "do it yourself you fucking pussy." fuck.

more thoughts on this scene here

"i loved you... best i could" i actually dont have a lot of thoughts abt this at all aside from it just seems like a weird thing for ed to say. idk. i have a few metas abt this saved that ive been meaning to read so maybe that will help me deconstruct this but i think i'd need more time to figure out why this line feels weird to me. it could literally just be that i dont like blackhands at all but idk. probably not gonna unpack my feelings for a while tho bc in terms of everything i want to dig into from these 3 episodes alone this is at the bottom of that list lol

love how ed tells frenchie "go live" right before he steers them into a storm and tries to doom everyone on the ship.

"two messed-up kids probably" i know this is one of those things that some viewers are just always gonna have a problem with but it's so fucking funny to me how stede is like. never seeing his children again. and is like "yeah they're probably traumatized by how i was a bad father. well that's for mary and doug to deal with!"

lucius winking when he calls stede quite the fuck-up. i love this snarky gay

anyway for how fucked up the vibe is on ed's ship at least they weren't playing human puppet or making people catch rats with their teeth

shit this is longer than the last post. anyway list part 3:

ok i completely forgot abt this scene where the crew back on the Revenge is talking in the hallway before they go confront ed but i think it's rlly interesting how jim is the only one who says anything abt how ed's sudden cheery mood is NOT a good thing. fang is like "do we think he's better?" and jim's like "fuck no!" and frenchie's like "idk he seemed pretty calm to me." like this is so fucking juicy to me. jim knew this wasn't "better." i think this is because jim kinda gets it. they know what it's like to be told you're only meant for violence. and they know what it's like to want something softer. last season i probably wouldnt have said jim understood ed's suicidal tendencies but the way jim KNOWS that this isnt better makes me wonder if they understand this, too.

altho when they go outside and ed is like "it's a bad storm! and i took the wheel! and im gonna fire into the mast! we're all gonna die!!" jim yells "what do you want, you piece of shit!" (in spanish) so maybe they dont get the suicide bit of it. but they did understand that ed wasn't better.

oh ed's voice in "what do i want?" is so whiny and sad. babygirl is fucking going through it. good thing the rain is hiding his tears ahaha. ha.

"all love dies im just hastening the process" objectively this is fucked up but also it is so funny to me that he's like "i got dumped so now nobody else is allowed to be happy and in love." he broke up all the couples at the end of s1 and he raided a fucking wedding. babygirl i love you. you are so unwell

VERY RANDOM THOUGHT and i would have to go back to last episode double check but i dont think any of the background crew are women?? it's just archie??? which kinda bums me out a bit like i dont only want female rep in the main cast i want to see random background women too. i could be entirely wrong abt this tho just in this scene i only see dudes in the background

anyway archie being like "alright i guess we're fighting" bc this is archie's normal. archie is just kinda resigned to her life being shit.

stede crossing out "dead" and circling "alive" is so fucking funny to me hfjkhdjvgdfjk like. manifesting.

but also he does kinda manifest that in the next episode doesnt he?? he loves ed back to life ahaha oh god oh fuck *starts sobbing*

"looks like he's gotten back into arson" okay and??? wee john's an arson enthusiast also, cmon lucius dont judge a man for his hobbies

stede's fucking face when he considers what lucius said abt "maybe his time with you is the best it's gonna get for him" like i think he tries to think abt it and just. cant. he cant fucking accept that. god im gonna throw up.

HNNNNG THE RUN FROM ME SONG COMING BACK IM GONNA LOSE MY SHIT

i cant get over how archie is like. yeah bro it's fine. it's cool just kill me im not gonna hold it against you.

jim's like "YOU WERE GONNA DO IT ANYWAY!!" and ed's like "teehee yeah :3 u got me"

oh bro some of the random background crew people just fully go overboard huh. damn. rip those guys.

ok so im choosing to believe that izzy fired a lucky shot there bc the man couldn't even shoot himself point blank in the skull but im supposed to believe that he got ed right in the arm from the other side of the deck in the middle of a crazy storm and the ship rocking like crazy and izzy's probably suffering from like, insane amounts of blood loss?? i dont buy it. i mean it doesnt matter at all but i think he was trying to hit ed's general torso area and if ed didnt have his arm held out izzy would've missed. like i said tho this makes no fucking difference. it's just a fun little headcanon hehe

love how ed laughs like an absolute maniac here. babygirl u are so unhinged.

wait it's fucking wild how in the middle of all this we to cut to auntie putting the map back together and then we see that zheng is bringing her fleet over land. anyway this is foreshadowing obviously but like considering the song choice and cutting this between ed's suicide attempt and then the crew mutinying. is a choice. and idk why they made that choice yet.

it is a pretty dramatic reveal tho. i didnt appreciate that the first time but holy shit. she's just pulling her ships all the way to the caribbean. girlboss.

and then the mutiny. the relief on ed's face hurts me so fucking much

other thoughs about this scene here

HOLY SHIT THIS POST CREDITS SCENE AHHHHHH

so first of all. auntie saying olu can be allowed to clean up random hairs around the desk and zheng being like "there's not that much hair" girl you know you're lying. her hair is so long and so gorgeous and you KNOW random strands end up making scary-ass hair spiders if somebody doesn't regularly sweep things up

second of all: olu pretending there's a carrier bird with a messege for zeng to give her a break is SO CUTE. OLU. OLU YOU ARE SUCH A SWEETHEART.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #edward teach #stede bonnet #crew of the revenge #archie #zheng yi sao #izzy hands #izzy critical #s2e02 #txt #mine #og #gentlebeard #ofmds2rwwiptjdmtaors

[strawbs-screaming]

☆ How The Boxers Drive ☆

made this bc evil (im running out of excuses) this has been rotting in my queue for a while now

Glass Joe

- Really paranoid, i dont blame him cars are really flammable

- will panic if even one scratch gets on his car

- Just really careful with where he parks & when he parks

- if anything suspicious is on his windshield he'll panic because what if its used to mark him for something

-you know how moms go "slow down your gonna crash!!" if you speed up while driving? Yeah thats him

Von Kaiser

- unhinged driver, he'll go 50 kilometers a hour with the most bored expression ever

- put on your seatbelts because he loves to take sudden turns

- you have to hold on for dear life to anything because he doesnt understand what the words "slow down" means

- do not turn on the lights, just dont or he'll literally hiss at you

- driving like hes in a police chase, damn peepaw slow down

Disco Kid

- blasting his ears out + also going ridiculously fast

- you better hope the radio stops after a crash or you'll die to california girls

- doesnt do sudden turns thankfully

- drives even faster at nighttime, disco is really out for blood

- dont even bother honking at him, he cant hear you over his 92827298272 hour playlist

King Hippo

- he cant drive, what are you all on

- no literally, even if he could find a car to fit him, he still wouldnt be able to operate it

- too overwhelming for him anyways

- He gets carsick too easily

Piston Hondo

- actually responsible & obeys traffic laws (LIKE A LOSER!! BOO TOMATO TOMATO TOMATO RUN OVER PEOPLE INSTEAD!!)

- cant listen to music while driving, it just doesnt work for him

- if you honk at him he'll stare into your soul

- actually reading the road signs (LIKE A NERD!! BOO TOMATO TOMATO TOMATO THE LAW SUCKS)

- overall responsible driver

Great Tiger

- another driver from hell

- honks to communicate with people, at some point you'll have to consider ripping off the steering wheel or your ears

- blasting his music, he has damaged hearing because of that

- speed limits are for cowards,he'll gladly go 100 in a 30 zone

- reading road signs but not caring at all

Bear Hugger

- oh no.

- okay driver but wont shut up, bear we get it you shouldnt piss off or piss ON a moose you couldve ended it there

- eating snacks in the backseat makes him do the ultimate dad move™ (the hand thingy dads do when you eat snacks)

- "yeah you can push those to the side make yourself comfortable" as his backseat is filled with maple syrup bottles, a pair of moose antlers and the weirdest shit you can imagine, bear im really sure you dont need a entire ass stop sign

- doesnt speed but takes sudden turns way too often for your stomach to stay in one piece (can we get much higherrr, so highhh)

- also honks to communicate

Don Flamenco

- this fucking menace needs to be stopped

- He sings in the car, Don nobody needs to hear you sing poker face please dont crash

- unintentionally speeding, always 5 km over the speed limit

- holy shit he needs his license taken away

- He texts while driving, how worse can you get??

- you know "get in loser, we're going shopping."? yeah thats him whenever he comes to pick someone up

- Does more singing than driving

Aran Ryan

- wait what

- He actually obeys traffic laws & is okay with speed limits? What a switch

- He knows how to shut up too

- He may be a nuisance but he keeps it off the road because nuh uh no one is dying in a car crash today

- has sobbed in his car multiple times (mostly while driving) thats the most you can get him

- him & his car have been through thick and thin, he has laughed in that car, cried in that car, screamed in that car, sung in that car, he has went through everything with his car, it legally counts as an artifact

Soda Popinski

- license, on the kitchen table, NOW.

- he used to drive when drunk when he was a alcoholic (hence his past name, vodka drunkenski)

- doesnt use any kind of navigation when driving, he uses his gut feelings & they either: work, fail miserably or have you end up in a seperate country and either way its concerning

- has crashed into multiple signs & trees

- speeds when bored

- oh my god this man is a mess

Bald Bull

- calm the fuck down

- same deal as kaiser, unhinged driver with the most bored expression ever while asking you "how was your day?" like dude please slow down

- hes the reason the term road rage exists

- will gladly get out of the car to fight someone

- honking at him is a one way ticket to fucking die - land

- i hope awkward conversations are your thing because he'll try to do a icebreaker and ask stuff

- keep the lights off unless its the night or he'll chuck you out of the car like you're a McDonald's™ napkin

Super Macho Man

- jail.

- hes driving on the sidewalk. DRIVING ON THE SIDE FUCKING WALK.

- drives even if hes tired

-suprisingly brash with his car considering it costs a fortune

- He didnt hit the street lamp, it hit him

- blasting the worst music ever as he goes through a quiet neighborhood at 3 am

Mr Sandman

- oh my god finally a good driver

- hes a law abiding citizen

- hes the only one allowed to drive

- the only thing you can get him on is slamming his car door a little too hard but thats better than going 92827281962629912619916281972729229 in a 30 km zone or stopping halfway through to fight someone

- will not talk, ever.

- hes the first option when the wvba needs to ride somewhere and cant find a driver

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #punch out headcanons #don flamenco #bald bull #piston hondo #glass joe #aran ryan #great tiger

[armeenix]

Fuck your insecurities Connie x !Black!fem! Reader

!Fluff! Slight suggestive language

As a black person I always love seeing drabbles and fanfics that are made for people with darker skintones in mind so I thought why not write one myself. I'll admit this isn't gonna be super good considering this is my first time writing something so long for a character but I still hope it's somewhat enjoyable!

♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-

it all started when you and Connie had taken a late night drive and were laying on the roof of his car. The two of you were looking up at the stars that littered the night sky and just having one of those deep conversations. You had just asked Connie what his biggest dream was and he of course answered with, "my biggest dream was to be dating you and look at me now, I get to kiss you, hug you, love you, fuck-"

"Ok Connie that's enough I get it, just ask the next question." You rolled your eyes at his answer but still, your heart couldn't help but skip a beat or two. "You're so boring y/n you could have at least let me finish Damm. Finee ok my question is, uhhmmm" He continued to annoyingly hum in thought until he thought of a question. "Ok I got one! What's your biggest insecurity?" You took a moment to think before answering. "Probably my stomach. What about you?"

He went dead silent. You turned your head to see him looking at you with pursed lips and slightly furrowed eyebrows. "Why the fuck are you looking at me like that..?" He didn't respond again. He just stared at you with the same face. It lowkey made you uncomfortable so you sat up and scootched away from him.

"Why would you say that?" You looked at him mad confused. "Why would I say what?" He sat up and continued to look at you weirdly, you were feeling very concerned for his health. "Why the fuck would you say that you don't like your tummy."

Y: "NIGGA YOU ASKED!"

C: "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT YOU DONT HAVE ANY"

Y: "AM I NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE INSECURITIES??"

C: "FUCK NO"

Y: "CONNIE THAT DOESNT MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE HOW AM I NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE INSECURITIES-"

The two of you continued to argue until somehow you ended up passionately making out💀

♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-

Over the next few days any time Connie would hear you say something bad about yourself even if you didn't mean it, he would walk behind you, give you a hicky and a pissed look, then go back to what he was doing💀. You did not understand why this man was so pressed about you having insecurities, it's a completely normal thing! That part didn't really bother you it was the HICKIES that did. Everytime you go out you have to put color correcter and concealer on your neck to hide any new marks that were darker and old marks that were starting to fade.

One morning you had gotten up and got dressed because you were going out to have lunch with sasha, mikasa, ymir, historia, and annie. You still hed some old hickies that needed to be covered but fortunately you didnt have any new ones. After you got done using your color corrector you grabbed your concealer only to realise the bottle was completely fucking empty. That bottle was supposed to last you a good while especially considering the fact that you only got it 3 MONTHS AGO

"Oh hell no, this is stopping TODAY."

♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-

That evening after you came home and put on your bed clothes, you sat down on the couch and pretended to be on the phone with one of your friends. you began speaking loudly to make sure the Connie would be able to hear you from the kitchen.

"Yeah I know, I just felt like I didn't look good today, like my outfit just wasn't fitting the right way, maybe I should-"

"OH HELL NO"

Connie jumped onto the couch, grabbed your phone, rolled off the couch onto the floor, before stumbling onto his feet and running into yalls room.💀 you ran after him yelling for him to give you your phone back but he slammed the bedroom door and locked it.

"CONSTANCE SPRINGER GIVE ME MY SHIT BACK"

"ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT, NOT WHILE YOU TALKING SHIT ABOUT YOURSELF LIKE THAT"

"CONNIE OPEN THE DOOR"

"MAKE ME"

"..."

"Baby...I ain't mean that I promise!"

"Nah, nah its ok connie, it's cool its good yea."

You turned around and walked to the kitchen, quickly grabbing a credit card. When you got back to the door you stuck the card in the little opening of the door and unlocked it from the outside. The minute you walked in connie started screaming. "Connie if you dont shut the fuck up imma make you sleep on the couch."

"Y/nnnnn whyy don't be like that" he whined as he walked over and pulled you close to him. "No I will be like that because for the past few weeks you've been acting like a menace and I don't appreciate it. He gasped and put a hand over his heart mellow dramatically. "How could you say that! Im just a poor man that's worried about his beautiful, hot, sexy, girlfriend." "You're allowed to be worried about me but that doesn't mean that you need to be so extreme!" His expression changed from mock sadness to genuine concern and slight shame. He brought his hand up and caressed your cheek slowly. His thumb began moving back and forth against your bottom lip softly as he continued to look down into your eyes. "Y/n i,I just worry about you. And I fucking hate that you have these insecurities. I know that people say it's normal but that's fucking bullshit... It shouldn't be normal, and i hate the it is considered that... You're fucking beautiful and I love you, all of you. I love your hair, you eyes, your nose, your neck." As he named some of the things he loved on your body he gently kissed them. "those are just a few of the things that I love about you y/n."

"Connie..."

He hugs wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight embrace. He rests his head in the crook of your neck and sways your bodies from left to right. You both swayed silently until Connie spoke up. He couldn't handle all of the silence. "You know y/n if me telling you how amazing you are doesn't help silence those insecurities of yours I can always beat them up?"

"Connie, you're gonna beat my insecurities up..?"

"Hell yeah I am, you're insecurities aren't shit! imma beat the fuck out of em!" He said with a broad grin spread across his face

"First of all, that doesn't make sense because you can't actually beat up something that's mental, and second of all because my insecurities is something mental that means in order to beat up my insecurities you would have to beat me up. So basically you are saying that if I start feeling insecure you're gonna beat the fuck out of me??"

His face changed from one of pride to one of pure unamusement and horror.

"Y/N DONT JOKE LIKE THAT, YOU KNOW THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT

"Really? Cause it sure does seem like that's what you meant, i mean you said that you wanted to beat the fuck out of my insecurities so-

"Y/N STOP IT"

His reaction was just too funny. You couldn't help but continue to mess with him until eventually he started balling all over dramatically. You dint know how he did it but on command big alligator tears spilled down his cheeks as he over dramatically sniffled just to make you feel bad.

"Are you seriously crying right now..? Connie come on it wasnt the mean."

"...."

"Connie come on I'm sorry, I guess it was a little mean."

"......"

"If you stop crying like that I'll give you a kiss."

Immediately the tears stopped and he was no longer sniffling💀 instead his look at you expectantly waiting for his "much deserved" kiss. You rolled you eyes before reluctantly giving him a little peck on the lips and both of his cheeks.

"There, better?"

"Nah, it's not better, imma need a few more of those."

The rest of your evening was filled with you giving Connie kisses and him claiming that he still wasn't feeling better just so you would have to give him more💀 he's a fucking menace sometimes but you love him.

#drabble #attack on titan #aot fanfiction #aot x female reader #connie springer #connie x reader #snk fanfiction #aot fluff #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin #aot x black reader #black reader

[pariskim]

hi. kicks the ground a little. maybe even roots my foot through some dirt like a horse

resident macman here.

joymac early teenage years. thinking about it. okay?

how early on do you think joyces sisters were harassing them for being fags? how do you think they coped? what about school stuff? when does mac learn shame about loving his best friend so much. how does it affect joyce immediately+long term?

and i also want your thoughts about dennis joining the group and how it affected joymac (mostly joyce.) growing up n stuff

sorry. these r things ive been wanting to ask you for a while. take your time to respond to this one, no pressure. im just eager to hear ur thoughts on so much of this ...... feel free to link other posts instead ill read those up too

GRABS YOU LIKE THIS.

you'll never guess what I've been thinking about crazily for the last week. Thank you so much for letting me talk about this. Putting this under readmore because it got. Ridiculously long. Im so sorry

if i think too hard about early highschool years joyce i get so sad and insane. theres just something so tragic about that space in between childhood and the loss of that innocence.

the kelly sisters are probably around half the age of joyce so i think their maturity hitting right as joyce was going into highschool was kind of the perfect storm in a really awful way. i dont think they were ever close with joyce, and its not like they had family dinners or anything but i dont think they were always quite so malicious? i think they messed with her but weren't quite so. much. before their tween/teenager years, mostly just leaving her out of activities and such.

i think middle school was Bad for joymac. realllll bad. it's always the worst for everyone but it's sort of that age in 7-8th grade when you're not supposed to be that close to people you arent dating, and romance becomes important. i think for a long time mac still protected her and stuck hip to hip with her, and she never really cared about what people thought but she still could tell people judged them and didnt like it, but didnt fully internalize it like mac did.

going into highschool i think was a turning point for their friendship, a kind of dynamic switch as mac tries to add being Cool into his personality separating himself from her in that way. he's hitting that point where he's really free falling into his internalized homophobia and it's affecting his relationships. he's still close and touchy and dependent with her in private but its much harder for him to do in public, which I'd think makes her pull away in turn because that hurts y'know? people being ashamed to be her friend when she's already dealing with straight up bullying in school just feels like punching down when she's already stuck.

dennis joining their friend group is Awkward at first. its weird. i think he first meets them awkwardly trying to get weed or running into them somehow, and slowly weaves his way into their lives and it's hard for all of them in different ways? mac is overjoyed theres a cooler person in their friend group but is still closed off in a way that kind of pisses dennis off, but joyce is so open and non judgemental that dennis doesnt know what to Do with it. i think undeniably joyce is jealous as hell because in his attempt to be badass he just switches his codependency from joyce to dennis and doesn't recognize it. slowly the three of them become less of joymac or macden and just the gang, ronnie the rat dirtgrug and the golden god smoking awful weed under the bleachers but it takes work to get there. where joymac are soulmates in some way whether they want to or not, macden are connected in some fucked up way with secret whispers and linked fingers in the dark, and joyden are purposeful connection - putting effort into being kind to one another in a way neither of them normally do.

i think joyce doesn't know what to do with herself in highschool, kind of floating aimlessly during the day, eating whatever spider adriano hands her, waiting til the sun sets to hold macs hand and have him help with the homework she can't figure out how to read. in that space i think she latches onto the reynolds twins in a weird way none of them know exactly what to do with. dee and him chat awkwardly while macden are in the room alone talking in hushed tones and blushing, they sit together a kind of weird girls connection neither of them ever particularly wanted, but a connection both of them needed if that makes sense? they arent Best Friends like the others but they have some sort of understanding of their mutual ostracization from the world. mac was always there for joyce no matter what but i dont think he particularly understood some of what was happening? he knew it was bad but they were little kids with terrible guardians, but i think dennis was the first person to recognize what was really happening with joyce and uncle jack and have a like. genuine connection over that trauma no one else fully Gets, mirrors of each other in an awful way.

i think over time long term mac gets over some of his hangups, especially after graduation when the twins leave for college and its just joymac against the world again but joyce never quite is as open as when they were kids until later on. i think it takes a while to build back up the comfort levels but no matter what mac is always joyces best friend, she's just not sure she's his for a long time in those growing years and she harbors, not resentment because she could never ever hate him, but a sort of deep sadness over it. in my mind especially post him coming out and Especially her coming out they're more comfortable holding hands in public and laying on one bed together again but for a long time i think theres a sort of mutual sadness of them not being able to have what they had as little kids with no one judging them

#sorry oh my god. this got ridiculous #asks #kat #ias analysis #? technically i guess. going in the tag for archiving purposes #joyceverse tag