#he’d have instantly smelled the bullshit

[mypoisonedvine]

𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 || dark!joel miller x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || he told you he'd never let you go, but it hadn't sounded like a threat at the time— it sounded like pillow talk, like sweet nothings. you should've believed him; you should've known escape wasn't an option from a man like joel miller.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 || a bit over 3k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || smut (18+ only; noncon/heavy dubcon, bondage, forced breeding), stalking/yandere, possessiveness, past/described character death, "bunny" as a pet name (with a couple "baby"s and "babygirl"s in there), angst, gaslighting/manipulation

“How’d you find me here?”

His face was straight and stoic.  Last time, he’d smirked when you asked that— like he was proud of himself.  Now, he was just tired.  Tired of chasing you, tired of your constant yet fruitless search for freedom. 

Tired, and angry.

“I’m persistent,” was his flat reply.

“Well, doesn’t matter,” you shook your head, “doesn’t change anything— same as before, it’s over.”

“Why?”

“You know why,” you shot back instantly, “and I’m not explaining this shit you again.  You don’t fucking own me.”

“So all those things you said— that we said?” Joel hissed, stepping forward, making you feel cornered in your own tiny room.  It wasn’t much, but it was your own, and you loved it for that.  You’d spent the last month making it feel like home, and now you’d have to leave it all again, have to run from him again.  “What was that, then? All just bullshit?”

“I— that was a different time, I was a different person,” you sighed.  “So were you.”

“Said you loved me,” he recalled.

“I didn’t even know you,” you snapped.  “You aren’t who I thought you were…”

He stepped up to you again, and you reached for your belt— but he grabbed your wrist before you could grab the knife.  “Whatcha gonna do with that, bunny?” he cooed, sickly-sweet.

“Don’t call me that,” you whimpered, trying to wriggle out of his grasp but only hurting your wrist more.  “You can’t call me that anymore…”

“Gonna hurt me, bunny?” he continued, pulling you closer until you had to bite down on your shaking lip— you didn’t want him to see you cry, again.  Because even after everything, when you cried, you still wanted him most— you still craved his comfort, even knowing that it was all lies.  He was sick and twisted, you knew that, but he looked just like the man you fell in love with— he smelled like him, he had his warmth and strength, and your body sometimes longed to wrapped up in his arms again even if your heart ached remembering what he’d done.  “Y’already hurt me as bad as you ever could.  And I still love you.”

You shook your head, tears starting to roll, as he pressed his face against your head and took in a deep breath beside your hair.  “You never l-loved me,” you hiccuped, “you don’t— you don’t do what you did to people you love—”

“I didn’t do anything to you,” he defended, “just made sure nobody would try to keep us apart, s’all.  M’sorry for what happened to your brother, too, but you know I only did what I had to.”

“Shut up,” you pleaded, trying to pull away again.

“You know he stepped up on me,” he continued anyways, “you know he said I couldn’t be trusted, that I wasn’t good enough for you— and I couldn’t just let him say that shit.”

“Stop, stop talking,” you begged, shutting your eyes tight and trying so hard not to see it again— your brother on the ground, his face red and bruises already forming on his neck, Joel standing over him catching his breath.  “Y-you just did it b-because he was all I had left,” you said, mostly reminding yourself.  “That was the only reason my brother died.  Because you needed to be the only thing I loved.”

“He was a piece of shit!” Joel barked, making you cry harder.  “He was nothing, okay?  I’m your everything—”

“No, no—”

“You said that!  And he was gonna try to take you away from me!”

“Because I told him I was scared of you,” you explained.

“So it’s your fault— you killed him,” Joel insisted as you tried to cover your face with your spare hand.  “Shouldn’t’ve told him that, bunny… shouldn’t’ve let him try to steal you, you know I couldn’t let you go— you know I can’t let go of what’s mine…”

He always got in your head so quickly; he'd carefully built his control over your mind in the year you'd been together, and it took a while to break out of it once you'd left.  But even still, you'd never stopped looking over your shoulder— every time he tracked you down, you made another escape and started all over.  But it didn't usually last too long.

“That’s why I’m just gonna keep finding you, bunny.  ‘Cause you’re mine.  So will you just stop runnin’ from me?”

You tried to take a deep breath, fighting to get enough air in your lungs to speak, but it all still came out as a shaky whisper: “I’m not… I’m not yours anymore,” you informed him weakly.

“Let me tell you somethin’,” he said— calm at first, but suddenly getting angrier as he sneered and yanked you closer.  “Somethin’ you’re gonna be better off the sooner you accept it: you’ll always be mine.”

You whimpered as he spun you around, embracing you— or was he constricting you? — as your back pressed against his broad chest.

"Need me to remind you?" he purred in your ear, and you struggled harder against his grip.

"No, Joel— don't—" you pleaded.

"Need to remember who you belong to?" he pressed again, reaching down to start unbuttoning your jeans.  "M'gonna help you, bunny, it's okay— you're not gonna forget again."

"Please," you whined, shivering when he started to tug your pants down— it was cold in here, and even his warm fingers weren't enough when the draft hit your bare thighs.  "Joel, don't have to do this— let's just talk, we can talk—"

"Too late for that," he shook his head, groaning as he cupped your sex in his rough hand.  "Tried to talk to you already, when we talk you start fuckin' lyin' to me— callin' me a monster just 'cause I love you.  Sayin' you don't love me anymore… but your body doesn't lie, baby, feel that?"

He'd pushed your panties down and was sliding his fingers between your lips, purring as he roughly explored the slick folds of skin.  Your stomach sank and your chest felt hollow— even with everything he'd done, you never thought he'd do this to you…

"Oh, fuckin' wet," he noticed with a sickening grin that you could hear in his voice.  You turned your face away but he grabbed it with his free hand and turned you back to look at him.  "Kiss me," he ordered.

Slamming his lips on yours, you whined and tried to pull away.  He kept kissing you anyways, lips and tongue overwhelming yours, indifferent to your resistance.

"Don't be like that, bunny," he pouted when you managed to wrench your head back— he started kissing your jaw and neck next, rubbing circles on your clit with two fingers.  "You just need to remember how good it is to be mine— just relax, baby, just let me help you—"

But when you tried to kick at his legs, a desperate attempt for a chance to flee, he got angry again and threw you face-down onto your bed.

"Please, don't," you sobbed, but he was already behind you, grabbing your wrists and holding them down over your head.

You cried harder when he let go with one hand, and you heard the slide of leather on denim as he took his belt off.

Crying harder, you felt him lean over you and wrap the belt around your wrists, tying them together tightly.  You were begging incoherently, too scared to try to fight against the leather on your wrists but hating how it felt to be restrained (especially in such a crude way).

A moment later, he tugged you down so that you were bent over the side of the bed while he stood behind you, and he started to open his own jeans.

A shudder crawled over you when you felt his cock rub up against your ass, a low groan coming from behind you as he ran his hand over your back— maybe just to touch you, maybe to hold you down.

"Joel, I'm sorry," you whispered, "I'm sorry, I won't leave again, I swear…"

He hummed happily, but didn't stop.

"Just please stop," you requested weakly.  "I'll be yours again, but you— you're hurting me…"

"Only 'cause you made me," he accused with a growl.  "If this is what you need to know whose you are, then I'm gonna hurt you."

"No— you don't need to do that, I-I know now, I swear…"

You heard him spit, then the wet sounds of him spreading the fluid on his cock, and you buried your face in the sheets.  "It's gonna be okay, bunny," he promised, just before he shoved himself inside you.

He used to be so tender, so delicate with you.  For all his mood swings and violent tendencies, he'd always made love to you so sweetly.  You couldn't believe that was the same man as the one holding you down now, forcing his cock deeper and grunting loudly as you whined in pain. 

"You can take it," he informed you coldly, already moving far too fast and slamming to the deepest parts of you each time.  "Same dick you used to beg for all the time, don't act so fuckin' hurt when I know you like this."

His hands moved to your shoulders, holding them tightly as he found his pace; you heard every moan, every heavy breath, even though you wanted so much to try to ignore it all.  The most difficult thing to ignore, of course, was how it felt: the sting of being stretched around him, the soreness where he dug his fingers into your skin, the sick pleasure you hated yourself for noticing.

"God, I missed this," he groaned.  "Missed having this little pussy around me— I'm gonna make you feel so good, bunny, gonna take care of you like I promised."

He laid himself down over you, pressing you down deeper into the mattress, and spoke right by your ear.

"Used to say nobody else ever made you feel like I did," he purred.  "You remember that?  Was that even true, or were you a liar then, too?"

"N-no, I never lied to you, Joel," you tried to defend yourself— but then he moved his hips just right and forced you to take even more of him than you thought possible, and your voice fell into a whine.

"What about when you said we'd always be together, huh?" he prompted with disdain in his voice.  "I told you I needed you, bunny.  M'fuckin' nothin' without you, you know that— and then you left me.  How could you break my heart like that, babygirl?"

"I'm sorry," you cried, "I-I was just scared… you… you killed my brother, Joel.  I hate you for that."

"I know," he soothed, "I know— but I can't lose you.  I'm sorry, bunny, I can't let you go."

Unfortunately, that you knew; and in a way, you understood.  You just wished this wasn't your fate, that you might have a chance to be free— that just wasn't in the cards for the girl Joel Miller loved.  He'd let a lot of things slip away from him in this life and you were not going to be next on that list.

After a while, it started to feel familiar; it reminded you of how it used to be, when things felt so simple and you had no idea what was around the corner.  Your body relaxed under his, your legs stopped flailing and your grip on the sheets loosened… you went limp, the struggle leaving you as another instinct took over.

Slipping his arms under you, he held you tightly, breathing heavily into the crook of your neck.  The sickest part was how easy it was to let his praises wash over you.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered to you, “that’s my good bunny— just like that, lemme take care a’you…”

All your energy was focused on not letting him hear how it affected you, how easily he could reclaim your body.  You’d been running for months— almost two since you’d seen him last, when he tracked you down to Michigan and you only got away cause you had a friend with a car— and he had you back under his thumb in minutes.  Maybe he was right: you’d always be his, no matter what anyone did.  Even your own brother couldn’t save you.

“I betcha missed me, too,” Joel mumbled in your ear.  “Betcha got lonely, huh, bunny?  I’m here now, never letting you go again, I swear— can’t live without you… we need each other.  You need me.”

It was so strange to you, how he could sound so sweet and then so livid in just a moment.

“Just admit it, baby,” he encouraged— but it was an order, you weren’t too far gone to know that.

“I need you,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Louder,” he demanded.

“I ne—” you choked, having to stop and start over because your voice was broken from crying.  “I need you, Joel.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, and his thrusts picked up in speed.  You could hear the sound of skin slapping on skin— of your wet channel betraying the way you actually did need him.  “Yeah, fuck,” he repeated, “s’my girl… always ready for me, huh?  Such a needy fuckin’ pussy y’got…”

He was moving harder and faster than ever, but his thrusts were more shallow than before— he usually started by savoring you, pulling out to the very tip and sliding back in so he could feel you on every inch of his cock.  But then he got into this sort of mood, where he could barely bring himself to pull out at all— said it felt too good inside you to leave— and so it was more like grinding, staying deep in you and letting just the base of him thrust in and out.  It was so deep it made your head spin, but you couldn’t do anything but lay there.  Lay there and realize that it was too late to stop him, or to stop yourself from what was about to happen.

You hoped if you didn't make a sound, he wouldn't notice.  You used to always tell him when you were coming, because he told you to: coming, Joel, you're gonna make me come— please don't stop—

But he noticed, even without all that fanfare.  Even if only a suppressed whine echoed in your throat, he felt the way your body reacted when he brought you to the peak.

"Mm," he hummed proudly, "y'see?  See how your body remembers?  Fuck, love feelin' it when ya come, babydoll.  Love feeling that li'l cunt squeeze me."

After you’d come, though, you became far too sensitive— everything was just too much, all at once, and your whole body began to shake.  He didn’t slow down, he wasn’t fazed at all, but you were so overcome you could barely choke out your plea for mercy: “J-Joel, please… s’too much, I jus’... I need a second—”

“Shh,” he interrupted.  “Still teachin’ you your lesson, bunny.”

“No, fuck,” you gasped, “Joel, I… I can’t…”

“Can’t take it?” he finished for you.  “Can’t take any more of this?  This is what you wanted, though.  Isn’t that why you made me come all this way?  Made me chase you all over the fuckin’ country just so I could get my girl back?

"I won't leave Joel, just stop—"

"I know," he groaned.  "I know you won't leave me again, especially when you're pregnant."

"What?  Joel, no—"

"Shh, shh," he soothed, gripping your hips tighter.

"Joel, don't—"

Your begs were accompanied by your shaking hands trying to somehow wiggle their way out of the belt, but both were useless.  He was so much stronger, his weight kept you pinned so easily that you felt like you couldn't breathe; his hips drove into yours over and over, every movement like another punch to the gut and a stab to the heart.  “Just take it, baby,” he demanded, though the tone of his voice was sweet— rough, but sweet.  “Just trust me.”

I don’t trust you, you wanted to scream, I can’t trust you.  But it wouldn’t have made a difference anyway, if you could even pull yourself together enough to speak.

"We're gonna be together, like you said," he promised, his voice a deep growl as he fought his way to the peak of pleasure, slamming into you ruthlessly.  "Me an' you, and our baby.  Gonna make you so happy, bunny, gonna take care of you— and we're gonna be a family—"

"Please,” you breathed, “let's just— just talk about this first…"

"And you'll be mine forever, y'hear me?  You're never gonna try to fuckin' leave again."

You shook your head, exhausted and overwhelmed and giving in completely to the fact that he did own you, even after you insisted that he didn't.

"Say it."

"I won't try to leave you again," you promised, the words like poison in your throat but music to his ears.  "I love you, Joel… you know I love you…"

"I love you too, bunny," he returned, holding onto you tighter.  "So much— more than you can imagine."

You were numb, barely in reality, as he filled you; you could feel his cock flexing inside you and you hated the way it made your walls pulse— it showed how your body craved what your mind feared.  

“Baby…” he groaned, that heavy satisfaction in his voice as he sunk down on top of you.  You’d been waiting for him to pull out, disgusted that he was still inside you and hoping that you could sneak off to the bathroom to try to clean yourself out; but, he stayed inside, and relaxed even further as he stayed laying on top of you.

Staring off into space, you tried to shut your eyes but it burned.  So you just blinked through the pain and wished against everything that this was some horrible dream.

If it was, it felt more real than anything ever had.  He kissed your face gently, wiping the last of your tears away with his thumb.  "Shh, it's okay, little bunny… everything's gonna be okay now," he soothed in a whisper.  “You won’t have to be alone anymore.  It’s gonna be how it’s supposed to— how we said it would: you and me, forever.  Okay?”

It wasn’t a dream, but the way you spoke and moved without even thinking first sort of felt like one; “Okay,” you mumbled weakly as you nodded.

He smiled proudly down at you.  “Now let’s get you home, bunny.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller dark fic #dark!joel miller x reader #dark!joel miller smut #dark!joel miller hbo #joel miller hbo x reader

[hellfiremunsonn]

Stuck With Me. Eddie Munson x Reader

AN: At the end of each chapter will be a picture of ‘your’ Journal. Photos, and writing of a little bit from each chapter. 

(THIS IS A REUPLOAD ALL CHAPTERS WILL BE RE UPLOADED ONE BY ONE)

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent.

WARNINGS: Nothing serious I don’t think in this first chapter.

WORDCOUNT: 2k

Chapter 1: I Made Pasta

It’s 6:35pm when you finally make it through the threshold of your shared apartment with your best friend Robin. After a terribly long shift at a coffee shop just down the road you could barely make it three steps before dropping all of your belongings and laying flat on your back on the cold hardwood floor.

Soft music from the radio in the living room echoed around and you could smell something with garlic cooking. Bare feet thumping loudly down the hallway; stopping only a few millimetres from your head. You opened one eye, squinting the other while looking up and an upside down robin. Her hair a curtain around her face. 

“You didn’t even make it to the carpet today” She said, voice soft with sympathy. 

You groaned and closed your eyes again, pushing out your bottom lip in a hefty pout. 

“I’m making pasta, do you want any?” she asked, her footsteps retreating into the kitchen.

“Please?” you said finally sitting up off the floor. You hated complaining about working at the coffee shop because if you were being honest to anyone other than yourself, you were really lucky to have it, and really lucky to actually like the people you worked with. The past retail jobs you had with snotty coworkers, and middle-aged women forming cliques; the coffee shop was a breath of fresh air in comparison. It was just always hard. Being too nice for your own good and often got taken advantage of which leads you to constantly be overworking, and so sometimes, coming home and laying on the floor is the only thing you can manage for about twenty minutes. Ten if robins cooked something. 

You and Robin have lived together for about two years now, but you’ve known her for three. You met at some shitty bar with a bunch of college kids you didn’t know and ending up sticking together and getting high in the girls bathroom. You fell in love with who she was instantly. The way she talked so quickly and passionately, her thoughts tumbling out her mouth before she could even process them. The insane amount of knowledge her brain could hold, constantly blurting facts about almost anything, being able to keep them all within relevance of the conversation was something you almost envied. She had this really good friend Steve. Steve Harrington; they had apparently gone to school together but when they showed you old pictures of them you would have never imagined them ending up as friends. They became close after working together at some ice cream shop in a mall back in their old town that apparently burnt down, and they kind of trauma bonded from that. 

Steve was funny and quick witted, often called you out on your own bullshit before you even saw it. He was a delight to be around honestly and if you and Robin had an extra room you know he’d stay here. His parents are rich apparently, but he was quite adamant about paying for his own shitty apartment instead of having his parents rent out one of the nicer ones down town. He stayed down there most days. 

There was another kid who came around every once in a while; Dustin… something. You could never remember his last name, but Steve looked after him like he was his younger brother. Dustin was also from Hawkins along with the other two, and it was sweet knowing they all kept in touch as often as they did seeing as they were so far from their home town, and all grown up. 

You was jealous sometimes. Jealous of the life they had before, and the friendships they kept. You never had the opportunity to stay anywhere for very long. You lived with your aunt Jean, and money was hard for her. She adopted you after your mom died when you were six, even though she already had four kids of her own that she was raising. It was hard raising us as a single parent, and her kids didn’t exactly like you.

So with Jean often unable to pay rent, you moved from place to place every couple years. It gets tiring being the new kid, so when you turned eighteen you moved out here you decided to stay as long as you could; and every year you’ve been here since Robin has made it worth it. (Although you would never hold it against her, you do miss her when she goes back to Hawkins for the holidays to visit her parents) 

Those first couple of years on your own were terrible until you met that chatter box of a woman named Robin. 

Finally lifting yourself off of the floor you walked towards your room, putting your things away and ridding yourself of your old work clothes. Dropping them to the floor you searched through your dresser pulling out a pair of pyjama pants and an old baggy Metallica shirt. You never wore it out in public because their music wasn’t exactly your thing, but Robin had given it to you; saying it was an old friends and she didn’t want to keep it but felt guilty if she threw it away or donated it. So naturally you took it in happily. It was too comfy to throw away, so it became a regular sleep shirt. 

Sliding your way back into the kitchen Robin was placing two bowls of pasta onto the counter. Grabbing both you brought them over to your little rounded kitchen table that you stuck in the corner. It was a tight squeeze but you made it work. “Have I ever told you that I love you?” you said to her with a mouthful of noodles. 

She laughed and slid into the seat across from you, placing two graciously full glasses of white wine. “Once or twice, usually not through a mouthful of food, but still meaningful nonetheless” she quipped. “I am a really good cook though” She admitted. 

“You are, I don’t know why Steve is always so shocked about it" 

“Because I could barely make toast without setting something on fire when I was in high school" 

"I just find that so hard to believe” You said. “I always picture you as this person” you gesture towards her. “Just maybe a little smaller, and maybe more shy”

“Oh I’m still shy” she pointed at you with her fork; half a noodle dangling from it.

“I know, I’ve seen the way you talk to women remember?” You laughed. “You’ve gotten better though, and you’re back together with vickie right? That’s gotta be good for something”

“Yeah I guess” Sighing she poked around her bowl.

“Trouble in paradise?” You ask while raising an eyebrow. 

She rolled her eyes at the cliche phrase. “I don’t know, I think I’m just worried that maybe the break wasn’t enough for her and that she’ll realize I’m not that great and she can do better, even though I personally think were perfect for each other, I mean we literally fit together like a puzzle piece, and I don’t know how or why but we do and I-’

"Robin” You say cutting her off. “Sometimes taking a break is really beneficial for bother parties you know? Distance makes the heart grow fonder or some shit; whatever that saying is, anyways” You said swirling your hand in the air. “If vickie doesn’t see how fucking incredible you are, even now after the break, or even when she locked eyes on you for the first time, then she isn’t worth it…” You paused. “I know it’s not exactly what you want to hear, but you are more and you deserve more”

She looked up at you, eyes  bleary with tears. Smiling she wiped at her eyes, a small chuckle escaping her. “You really are the best of best friends a girl could ask for” Her eyes widened at her words. “Don’t tell Steve I said that, he might have a mental breakdown”

“Oh I’m absolutely telling Steve you just said I was the bestest of best friends. I need to rub it in that little twerps face” You said grinning. 

“Oh!” She exclaimed. “I told Steve we would go back with him to Hawkins on Friday for the week, because I know you’re off work, and I can take my work with me anywhere really, and Steve said that the gang really wanted to get together for the Corroded Coffin show at the bar, and I couldn’t exactly say no so” she stopped to take a deep breath. “You’re gunna see the lovely little shit hole that is Hawkins Indiana” She smiled brightly in anticipation. 

You really didn’t want to spend two hours in a car to go visit a town you had never been to, to see a band you had never heard of, but you couldn’t deny the curiosity you had to finally being able to see Robins home town.

“Friday?” You asked and she nodded. 

“But that’s tomorrow" 

She bit her lip and gave you a pleading smile. And when your best friend gives you that ‘please do this for me I need you there and I made you noodles’ look. You just can’t say no.

"Fine” you groan. “But we’re taking my car, Steve can drive himself, I’m not getting stuck in the backseat with you and your stinky feet again" 

"That was one time!” she argued. 

“One time too many if you ask me” you fake annoyance.

“Also thank you, I really appreciate you coming… I didn’t want to see Vickie for the first time since the break alone, and Steve isn’t the best wingman”

“I’d kill a man for you” you said taking another mouthful of noodles. “Just give me the word baby”

“God no wonder Steve always thinks we’re secretly dating with the amount of flirting we do” she said shaking her head. 

“Hey if you don’t flirt with your best friend then what’s the point in even having a best friend?”

“I don’t flirt with Steve” She pointed.

“Yeah cause you’re a lesbian Robin”

She shrugged in agreement and you both went back to eating your pasta. 

Around 9pm you decided to head into your room to start packing your small suitcase. Robin said to pack something for every possible scenario, including the bad ones. Whatever that means.

It was mid July so you decided on half the clothes being okay for hot weather, and half of them being for cold weather, with a few extra cozy options for good measure. You threw an all too new looking copy of The Lord Of The Rings, on top (Something you had been meaning to read for a while) and then fumbled around for toiletries. 

“Hair brush, hair ties, headband?” You questioned looking back at your dresser. It was covered in all types of jewelry and hair accessories mixed in with the endless amount of paint supplies. “Nah no headband” You decided. “toothbrush and toothpaste? I’m sure Robins parents have toothpaste…” You bit your lip. What if they were the type of people that just didn’t share toothpaste? “Whatever” You rolled your eyes.

Robin knocked lightly on the doorframe of your room. 

You give her a quick glance while continuing to move around your room. She crept in and sat with her legs crossed on your bed. “You’re talking out loud again” she said reaching over to grab one of your stuffed animals, cuddling it to her chest.

“Shit” you mumbled. “I really gotta stop doing that” An embarrassing habit when you were nervous. You even used to have to grit your teeth together to stop myself from looking like a crazy person when you were out in public, but at home, it didn’t really matter all too much if Robin heard you. After a few more minutes of shoving things into your suitcase you stood back to look at it, hands on your hips. “Do you think your parents will like me?” You say abruptly looking up at Robin. 

She raised a brow “Yeah probably, why?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t want them to think you’re living with some weirdo roommate" 

She laughed. "They already know who you are, they don’t think you’re weird. They have me as a daughter, their perception of weird is much different than any ‘normal’ humans”

“Yeah I guess you are a big weirdo huh?” You tease. 

“The best in the bizz” She said with a yawn. “Alright I’m gunna try to sleep, I’ll wake you up in the morning” Skipping out of your room and to her own she yelled a “Goodnight!” Before closing her door. 

You sighed looking at the time. Not feeling tired enough to sleep yet so you decided to journal a little bit to pass the time. Scribbling doodles and words all over the pages, adding as many stickers as you saw fit. It was one of your favourite pastimes because not only did you have your own words to look back on, to remember fond moments, you always slapped a couple of Polaroids onto the pages for extra nostalgia. The process of it all was calming, and often soothed any anxieties from the day whenever you got to sit down, and glue, and tape a bunch of stuff onto the lined paper. 

Finally deciding to crawl into bed before your week of 'vacation’ started. Wrapping your blanket tightly around you, shutting off all the lights except for one and closing your eyes. Naturally sleeping didn’t come easy, and you tossed and turned all night until around 12:30 am. You fell asleep sometime soon after that, adding another page to your journal in the process.

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[k1ttykatsu]

CHRISTMAS SUCKS- jxdn

pairings: bakugokatsuki x femblkreader !

summary: christmas sucks without you.

warnings: vouyrism, slight feet, car fingering, spit, daddy kink, missionary, doggy,choking, hair pulling. biting, scratching, slapping,choking, creampie

bakugo katsuki hates christmas. he hates the decorations, hates the cheeriness, hates the music, hates the movies but most of all…he hates the loneliness.

bakugo katsuki was already aggravated because of all his friends being so excited about the holidays but now he has to go to a christmas party hosted by shitty hair and racoon eyes?

bullshit!

“you gotta come bro, everyone’s coming, including y/n” kirishima says over the phone. bakugo rolls his eyes before thinking about it. being at a party with y/n or staying home….

“fine i’ll go” he decides he’d rather see y/n then just sit in his house drowning in sorrow. “well fyi, the dress code is ‘santa casual’”. what the fuck does that even mean?

bakugo shakes his head before closing his eyes. “the fuck is that?” he asks as he rubs his temple’s, showing obvious signs of being stressed out. “you gotta wear santa attire bro, santa hat…santa jacket, y’know” kirishima eggs on trying to get his best friend to understand.

“mkay, i got it shitty hair” bakugo doesn’t wait for kirishima to respond before hanging up on him. muttering a quick ‘fuck’ before throwing his phone on his kitchen island. bakugo had no idea what he was going to do. 

“good morning bakugo” you say cheerfully over the phone. it's currently 9:05am and bakugo just came back from his morning run, so getting your phone call was definitely unexpected.

“what’s wrong?” he sits at the kitchen island ready to hear you rant about whatever you want, because he was willing to listen only if it came from you.

“i just heard that you're coming to the christmas party.” you voice is as sweet as a honey as it flowed through his phone speakers. “yea, shitty hair roped me into going” your laugh is heard through his speakers instantly making his heart skip two beats.

“well i hope i’ll see you tonight” you say teasingly over the phone before he hangs up. bakugo let’s out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. he quickly stands up and walks to his room to figure out what the fuck he’s gonna wear.

he goes through his wardrobe and finds a pair of black jeans and decides to pair it with a pair of black doc’s. “santa jacket” he scoffs before rolling his eyes.

bakugo quickly picks up his phone before unlocking it and going straight to kirishimas contact.

i don’t have a santa jacket….

i knew this was gonna happen, i brought an extra one!

k

bakugo makes his way to the bathroom to take a shower. he starts to undress himself as quickly as possible so he could just get in and get out.

after his shower bakugo does his skin routine and begins to get dressed. “fuckin party” he mutters as he begins to put on his skin tight black shirt. once his pants and shirt is on he begins to put in jewelry, a simple gold chain and a gold watch.

he sprays himself with his versace men, before checking himself out in the mirror making sure he looks good.

he grabs his phone and stuffs it in his pocket before putting on his black north face, making sure he has his keys before walking out his house and into his garage. he gets in his glossy black jeep wrangler before pulling off.

loud music feels his ears as he pulls up to kirishima and mina’s shared house. “fuckin loud” he mummers to himself as we walks up to the porch, deciding not to knock on the door since nobody would hear it anyways.

“bakubroooo, welcome!” kirishima shouts as bakugo walks through the door. “shut up” bakugo shoots at him making kirishima laugh.

“the jacket is up stairs in my room, go get it” kirishima points up stairs to his room and patting bakugo’s back, sending him off.

bakugo makes his way through his bestfriends house filled with drunk sweaty people, swaying their hips to the loud non-christmas music. the smell of liquor and weed overwhelming him a bit as he walks up the short amount of steps.

bakugo makes it to the room and instantly sees the red santa jacket laying on kirishimas bed. he picks up the red jacket and puts it on before fixing it up a bit. he walks over to a full body length mirror and examines how he looks before letting out a ‘tut’.

he makes his way down stairs thinking of you made it here yet, what you're wearing, and how you're wearing it.

it was no secret that bakugo has the fattest crush since your u.a days. the two of you were definitely flirty with each other but it’s never gone further than that.

“bakugo hurry up!” mina’s chipper voice is heard through the loud crowd making bakugo roll his eyes. he makes his way through the crowd faster so he doesn’t have to hear her annoying voice again.

bakugo makes it to the group and chuckles a bit seeing his friends in costumes. “dunce didn’t get the memo?” he looks at denki’s body clad in an elf costume. denki puts his head down in shame while everyone laughs at him. but bakugo’s laughs stops when he sees you.

your body wrapped in a very short fluffy santa dress, black knee high chunky boots giving you a few extra inches but not too much. your straight black hair with white highlights being covered by a santa hat that has your name plastered on the fluffy white part.

“shit” he mutters under his breath praying to god that nobody heard him. “oh katsuki!” you make your way over to him slowly before stopping in your tracks, you throw him a big smile showing off your pearly white teeth.

“sup dumbass” you push your body against his as you pull his body into a big hug, even with your boots on you still have to tippy toe to be able to kiss him on his cheek. you feel his arms wrap around your waist  as his cheeks heat up against your lips.

“i missed you, haven’t seen you in weeks” you exclaim as you stand next to him. slowly examining his outfit as you wait for his response.

“mhm” he looked down at you throwing you a smirk that had you thanking god that he can’t see your cheeks heat up. “where’d you get the hat from?” he asked, flicking the little white fluffy ball making you let out a small giggle. “my niece made it for me” you look up with those pretty eyes that he adored so much.

he shimmy’s his wallet out his pants before going in to fish out a $2000 yen (= $20 bill.) handing you the money and smirking. “tell her to make me one with dynamite on the front.” but before you could respond he was walking away leaving you there with the money in your hand.

a couple hours later and everyone’s conversing with each other and enjoying everyone’s company but bakugo was enjoying your company the most. “the eggnog is soo good kiri!” you compliment the man’s spiked eggnog that he made. “thanks, you should offer bakubro some…he looks a little uptight” you and kirishima laugh at his words but he’s right.

you pour him a glass and walk over to the uptight man sitting on the full couch. when you make your way over to him and he looks up to you when you block his vision. “eggnog” you say simply and hand it to him with a smile. he takes it out of your hands and brings it to his lips taking a cautious sip before the cool drink floods his mouth making him want more.

he brings the cup away from his mouth and licks his lips slowly and seductively. “shits good” he says before manspreading against the couch, watching your eyes watch him. “wish i could sit and talk but it’s no space” you look around the couch at your friends talking and making out with each other.

bakugo eyes brighten up and before you know it your sitting in his lap. your eyes widen and you let out a quick gasp from him catching you off guard. “what?” he says nonchalantly as you sit sideways your back face denki and jirou who were no doubt making out, and you could see kirishima looking at you two from across the room.

you shake your head and flip your hair a bit trying to act like it didn’t affect you. you hear him chuckle before you feel your hat being snatched off your head. you turn around slightly and see katsuki putting your hat on with your name on it. “really katsuki” you whine as you fix your hair quickly.

but then you think about his teasing and if he wants to tease you could tease him back. you quickly shift your hips so now you’re straddling the man’s thick thighs. his eyes widen as his hands grip your waist.

you got em.

“what’s wrong katsu?” you ask teasingly as you shift your hips a bit making the man let out a low groan. “what are you doing, shitty woman?” his hands grip your hips harder making you whine. “katsuu, are you okay?” you whisper in his ear, your hands making their way to his face.

“nothing” he says, simply stiffening up when your hand holds his jaw. “katsu you feel hot, your face is burning up and your cheeks are so red” you sit up a bit dragging your hips a little forward making you feel what was his problem.

“oh katsuu” you giggle as you feel his hard cock from under his jeans straightening beneath your clothed cunt. he flicks your hands off his face catching you off guard, you feel his frustration seething through his body.

“i don’t know what shitty game you're playing but stop it” his voice was stern and serious making you laugh. “i’m not playing no’ game katsuki” you shoot back looking at him with a challenging look.

“y/n i’m not playing” you feel his hand sneak it’s way to your thigh, finding your underwear that sits up on your hip, playing with the stringy piece of cloth.

“kats” you say a bit breathlessly. “a thong? really?” he laughs as you look at him with confusion in your eyes. you roll your eyes before bringing your face closer to his, your hand coming up to his face, your thumb on his plump bottom lip, pulling it down before watching it snap back into place.

“such pretty lips katsu” you whisper as his hands still against your thigh. “yours is a hell of a lot prettier sweetheart” your heart skips a beat and you shift your hips making his eyes roll back. “fuck” he groans as he looks at you again, this time with lust deep inside his red irises.

“you okay katsu?” you ask as you lean forward, giving him a good look of your tits trying to escape that little number that you have on. enough is enough, katsuki has waited too long, and he doesn’t want to wait anymore.

he grips your hips and moves his head forward, smashing his plump lips against yours. your lips melt into his naturally, like you were meant to do this, your body’s moving together throughout the kiss making it more heated as the two of you suck each others tongues.

bakugo moans into your mouth as he thrust his hips into yours making you grip his hair that’s peeking from under the christmas hat tight. “katsu, pleasee” you whine in his ear as his lips trail down your neck, sucking and leaving little kisses as he meets your top left tit.

“wanna go somewhere private sweetheart?” wanna take it back to my place?” you nod your head as his lips make it back to yours. “please katsu” you moan into his mouth as he stands you up so he could situate himself.

you feel like you're on cloud, love is the only thing on your brain as he stands up and grabs your hand, bringing you along with him. “where’s your shit?” he asks as you you walk over to the bar where kirishima stands. “only came in this , my car is pretty warm” you walk over to kirishima who has this biggest smirk on his face.

“see you two made small talk” kirishima laughs at his comment before seeing bakugo roll his eyes and you inch into him some more. “um can my car stay here for the night, i suddenly got a ride” you emphasize on the ride part making kirishima laugh harder.

“yea of course, y’know i got you” before you could thank him bakugo is snatching you away from him and making a b-line for the door. you laugh at the quickness of the man and he pushes you out the door.

the cold wind making you instantly freeze up, the wind picking up your skirt as you stand in place looking for his car. “all your ass out” he mummers under his breath as he grabs your hand and drags you towards his car.

“so rough katsu” you roll your eyes before following him towards his car by force. once the two of you make it he unlocks it and opens your door before shoving you in the passenger seat before running over to the driver side.

turning on the ignition he pulls out of his parking spot and speeds off. “katsuuu, i’m hungry” you whine as he focus on the rode. “fuck, i have food at my house” he tries to bargain but you won’t budge. “i was supposed to stay and eat some of mina’s famous chicken wings, but i got dragged off instead” you taunt as your hands move there way from the car console and onto his raging hard-on.

“okay i’ll get us takeout” he says slowing down his car as he pulls over to see where the closest japanese restaurant was. since he was using only one hand you take the one closer to you and bring it to your side of the car.harmlessly.

you start to play with his fingers before bringing them closer to your body. you finally bring them down to your clothed cunt, pressing his index finger to your hot mound. you gasp loudly as his finger presses harder against you making your eyes shut tightly.

his finger slides down your soaked thong before pulling it slightly, letting it go to snap against your wet sex. “katsuki!” you moan out as you shift your hips against his finger. “you think yer’ so slick” he comments before pulling your thong down completely.

his fingers naturally go to work, splitting you open with his fingers as he begins to drive again. “if you wanted my finger, you could have just said so” he says as he makes a U turn down the street.  your sweet cries turning him on more.

as he rubs your clit you knew you were gonna have the best orgasm you’ve ever had. “katsuki!” you moan once he quickly rubs your mound. the sounds of your moans and the squelch of your pussy being the only thing heard in the car.

“pussy’s so loud baby” he looks over to you before placing a smack on your pussy. your body jolts form the impact and you let out a loud moan. “katsu please! mm so closee” you whine as you close your eyes. the pleasure catching up to you as you feel your on your last straw before you come undone.

“hurry up and cum baby” he groans lowly as he works his fingers in that tight cunt if yours (his words, not mine). “kat-” the knot in your stomach snaps as you moan katsukis name out. “that’s right baby let it out” he groans once he sees the creamy mess you left on his fingers.“i love you katsuuu” you moan out in pure pleasure and ecstasy.

“love?” that instantly snaps you out of your high, bringing you back to earth. “wha- huh?” you ask, still being a bit confused. “you just said you love me” your eyes widen as you become sober minded again.

“i-uh” is all you could say so you wouldn’t ruin this moment. your embarrassment is short lived before the car stops and you feel his lips on yours. the angle of the kiss was weird but nobody cared because the two of you were finally getting what you wanted after all these years. bakugo suddenly pulls back making you whine as he chuckles, “i love you too”

you move your body away from him and pout. “really katsuki” you hit his hand before making your way out the car. slamming the door once you're out. katsuki laughs before following you.

he hears your heels clacking against the pavement as you walk to his porch. “what’s wrong baby?” he’s all up in your personal space at this point and you allow it.

“get your gremlin ass away from me and open the door, it’s freezing” you shiver against his body as he looks down at you with a goofy smile. “love when your mean to me baby” he hugs you and gropes your ass in the process making you smile and lift one of your legs from off the ground.

“get me in the house before my ass gets frostbite” you push him away from you and laugh. he quickly gets his key out and unlocks the door before picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

once he makes it to the door he kicks it closed with its foot and the door automatically locks. he walks over to his kitchen island and places you on top of it gently.

“you okay?” you as the man who just stares at you making you feel self conscious. “never thought this what happened” he sighs, taking off his shoes and leaving them at the island before picking you back up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“so embarrassing” you mutter as he walks through the house. your bare ass on full display as he kneads it in his hands. as he’s walking up the stairs you feel a rough smack placed on your ass making you shut your eyes at the impact of it. “shit” you moan as he makes it to the top of the stairs.

opening the door to his bedroom your senses are instantly overwhelmed by the scent of his natural musk. “smells like a whore house in here” you joke before your slammed down on his bed. panting from how hard the impact was.

“it was a compliment you whore” you get out as you look at him intensely. he picks up one of your feet that’s hanging off and slides the zipper of your boot all the way down before pulling it off and doing the same to the other.

your gold ankle bracelet making as ‘clank!’ sound as he throws your foot down. “such a gentleman” you joke as you separate your legs further showing off your bare sticky cunt.

“your dress should be off by the time i come back” he says before backtracking out of his room. as he makes his way downstairs you shimmy out of your dress quickly, only dressed in your red lacy bra now.

he makes his way back upstairs and his eyes instantly go to your half naked figure. “shit”.  your eyes fall on his dark figure standing in the doorway. you close your legs suddenly feeling shy from the eyes peering on you.

“don’t hide now, open them” he demands as you do what he says. he walks closer to you while taking his shirt off showing off his pecs and abs. you mentally moan at the sight. his v line being perfectly shown as he unbuckles his jeans before tugging them down harshly.

he walks closer to you, putting his hands on your knees, spreading your legs more so he could see everything.   “such a pretty pussy babe” he stares at it for a long time before backing up slowly.

“please katsu” you whine as you begin to feel yourself throb out of anticipation.  he lets out a loud laugh before climbing onto the bed just beneath you. but before he could climb over you completely your foot slams over his chest ‘softly’ stopping his actions. your gold ankle bracelet dangling off your ankle as you snarl up at him.

“you gotta kiss it first katsuu” you say playfully as you smile up at him. “shitty woman” he says before he picks your foot up admiring the white polish that covers your toes. he places a quick kiss on the top of your foot before throwing it over his shoulder.

“pretty feet you got” he says before bending down a bit. kissing the inside of your thigh before placing a long kiss on your cunt. you moan once his lips touch yours the wetness of your cunt sticking unto his lips as he comes up.

“own personal lipgloss” you laugh at your joke and before you know it you're quickly shut up by his glossy lips on top of yours. you moan at the taste of yourself on his lips. once he lets your lips go he’s shimmying out of his tight underwear finally releasing himself from the confinement.

you look down and you see him in all his glory. his cock barely sits up since it looks so heavy, the thick long veiny organ leaking with precum. “is it gonna fit?” you ask since you're really concerned that that monster wouldn’t be able to fit inside of you.

“gonna make it fit” is the last thing he says before he brings his hand up to your lips. you look at him in a confused manner before he uses his thumb to play with your bottom lip. “spit on it” he opens his hand back before watching you pucker your lips, the glob of spit lands in his palm making him visibly thrust into the air.

he brings the same hand to his mouth letting a glob of spit fall from his lips as well before using it as lube to fist his cock. “shit” his hips stutter as he finally lets go. your eyes widen at the glistening cock that he holds in his hand. he takes it and nudges it against your clit catching you completely off guard, a loud whine coming from your mouth as he slaps his heaving cock against your cunt.

“so heavy katsuu” you whine as he continues to do so. a nasty smirk sits upon his lips as pulls your hands down and scooting his hips forward so you could grab his spit covered cock.

“put it in” he states with a changed expression now. his face holds concentration as he watches your every move. you don’t hesitate to grip his dick a little harder making sure it stays in your grip as you begin to slip it in.

as you guide his dick inside yourself you feel him start to push in, making you eyes flutter shut the deeper he goes. “tight” he hissed as pushes in further and further. he feels you clench against making him jerk his hips into you pushing himself further in.

“kats!” you scream as you feel him impaling you. “so sorry baby” he whispers as he brings his head to your neck leaving kisses along it to try to distract you. “you gotta let me in '' he says in pure agony.

he finally bottoms out inside of you making your eye and your toes curl. “shit” bakugo hisses as he grips your hips to stop himself from fucking into you. “yer’ ready? can’t keep me waiting all day” he says through gritted teeth.

you nod your head as your eyes begin to water. “please” you whine as he begins to fuck into you. hips colliding as he fuck into your tight cunt. “so tight, clenching around me like that” he bends down and grabs your throat as he watches your tits bounce from the impact.

“so good for daddy” he mutters as your eyes close from the overwhelming pleasure that he gives you with each thrust. suddenly you feel your face start to sting instantly making your eyes shoot open. “keep your eyes on me” he grabs your face and makes you look up at him.

“sorry katsu” you whine as you feel yourself nearing your orgasm. “close katsu!” you shout as you feel your legs begin to shake. katsuki wasn’t having that.

he quickly pulls out of you, but before you could whine he’s flipping you over. grabbing your hair and pushing your head into the mattress before forcing himself back into you.

“katsuki!” your scream is muffled as he fucks you into the mattress. “best pussy i’ve ever had baby” he moans into the air making you clench around him. two smacks are placed on your ass before he’s pulling you up by your hair before switching off to your neck.

“own this pussy baby, only mine…no one else’s” you scream out his name before he throws you back down. you feel yourself getting closer making you clench around his cock. “m’ close babe” he says before pushing your back down into the mattress. “fuckin love you” is the last thing you hear before your seeing white.

your toes curl as you scream to the top of your lungs. pretty sure the neighbors in the next house could hear you. “creaming my cock babe” he says, overstimulating you as he chases his own high. sweat dripping from his forehead as he gives his last final, hard thrust.

a slew of moans, curse words and your name coming from his lips as he paints your insides white. you moan his name loud and strong just from the feeling of his hot seed filling you up.

“love you katsuki” you whine into his sheets as you feel him rub your back, drawing little circle into it as he pulls out of your and laying down next to you. “look at me” he sternly says before tapping your ass slightly.

he sees your pretty eyes as you lift your head from the sheets. he looks at you with love and admiration in his eyes. “best fuck ever” he says before chuckling into the hot muggy air.

“is that all i am to you katsu?” you ask genuinely, not knowing what this all meant. you're not high off your orgasm anymore so your mind is clear enough to think about the consequences or a new founded relationship.

he stops chuckling and his face instantly goes blank. how could you insinuate that? he doesn’t blame you but you should know he loves you, adores you even. “y/n, i love you” he takes your hand into his and brings it to his lips to kiss it. “do you want to be my fuckin girlfriend?” he says with a snarky attitude like you should know that your his now.

a small smile takes over your lips as you giggle. “yes katsuki, i’ll be your girlfriend” he brings your sweaty body closer to his and placing a kiss on top of your head.

“fuckin better”

merry christmas/happy holidays to all!!! please enjoy this fic! my gift to you🫶🏾 love kay!

#bakugo smut #bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #mha bakugou #katsukibakugou #bhna bakugou #katsuki smut #mha smut #k1ttykatsu🧚🏾‍♀️

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Scarecrow Cave

Characters: Reader, Scarecrow, Jason Todd

Warnings: Language, violence

Inspiration: Season 3

Summary: Captured by a psychopath, you walked a dangerous line to stay alive and bring back Jason.

Crane stood so close that you could practically smell the blood from his open wounds. He grinned like the classic psychopath that he was.

“Batman kept his trophies. Time for me to keep my own.”

“Wow.” You gasped with no excitement whatsoever. “You’re on that next level bullshit.”

Crane winced at your words and, in retrospect, you should have been more careful and attentive to the sharp object in his hands. A blur of silver flashed by your face and embedded itself in your thigh. The cry of surprise that escaped made Jason flinch and coil back for a second.

“Fuck!” Crane shouted to himself and pulled away. He swiped his mouth with the back of his weapon-wielding hand. “See what you made me do with that attitude?“

The madman snapped his fingers to where Jason was watching, visibly shaken. “Jay, my boy. My trophy has a scratch, patch it up will you - I need to take a walk.”

Crane chuckled to himself and then slowly sauntered off towards the exit. He hummed a silly little tune and waved the bloodied blade around like it was a dancing prop.

You felt the pain in your thigh worsening and hoped that the man hadn’t severed a vein in the process. Deep in thought, you hadn’t noticed Jason grabbing the first aid box from the Batcave console and walking up to you.

“Are you insane? Talking to Crane like that, it’s going to get you killed.” Jason chastised angrily. He pulled out the gauze and antiseptic liquid and anything else he could think of that would help not have you bleeding out.

You gave a small musing sigh. “It’s a shitty situation. I’m going to make the best of it.”

“I don’t want you to die, Y/n.” Jason confessed.

Despite all this talk about him being Red Hood and leaving Jason Todd behind, the boy that you knew the longest wasn’t beyond help. If you were being honest, it was the most hope you’d had in a long time. Jason poured the antiseptic fluid over the wound and you turned away instantly to take a deep breath. You then heard him prepare the stitching needle for a few minutes before feeling the prick against your torn skin.

Once you were sewn back up, it was like Crane had timed his entrance.

“Jay, how’d we go?” His voiced echoed before he showed up.

Packing the kit back up, Jason stepped back and nodded. “They’ll live.”

Crane stopped before his captive and looked at your features. He gave a curt nod.

“Good.” He said and then pulled out a gun that was pointed to your head.

Jason jumped forward in a panic. “What the fuck man?! I just stopped them from bleeding out.”

Crane held your gaze before they creased as he smiled and he retracted the weapon. “Only kidding.” He teased and then looked at the young boy. “Lighten up, Jay. They’re all the same. They just let you down.”

You rolled your eyes at the back of the villains head. You’d call bullshit but he’d likely gouge out an eye in a wild retaliation. 

The best way out of this was to stay alive long enough for the Titans to make a move or wait until the cave empire to launch an escape. But judging from the way Crane casually sat back on the chair in front of the large monitor, it was going to be a while.

Masterlist here

#theladyofmanyfandoms #theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction #gif is not mine #titans imagine #titans x reader #jason x reader #jason imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #dc imagine #dc x reader #scarecrow x reader

[billyharringson]

Not sure if you ship Jason (in case you don't, Sorry 🥹)

I'd love a sfw (fluffy?) Jason/Eddie with the prompt child friends that grow apart

I've been meaning to write more Munver for ages. However, I somehow missed the fluffy part of the ask and whilst there's some fluff near the end I think this is mostly angsty? It's really hard not to write Munver with angst though.

TW: religious trauma, homophobic slurs

Jason was drunk. Not overly but definitely enough that the careful facade he’d created as the top jock, good Christian boy was wearing thin. It usually didn’t matter, when he was at parties with his ‘friends’ drink normally just made him louder.  

However, this wasn’t a party with just his friends. It was an open-door high school party where anyone could walk in. Which is exactly what had happened.  

“Ugh, they’re really just letting anyone in here, aren’t they?” He said, his lips curling into a sneer. He expected Eddie to say something back, something over the top and ridiculous, like he always did. Somehow the simple, unimpressed eyebrow raise was much more devastating. 

Eddie turned on his heel and walked out of the party, leaving Jason standing there feeling like perhaps the biggest tool in the world. 

“What? You got nothing to say freak? That’s really all it took?” he shouted, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on him. He swallowed painfully as Eddie tossed him one last, curiously blank, look over his shoulder. 

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. They were supposed to spar, supposed to toss insults at each other. Eddie was supposed to have that little half-smile that he always did when they interacted. He wasn’t supposed to be acting like this. 

Because this was scarily close to how he’d acted all those years ago. Back in middle school, when Jason had first turned on him. He could still remember Eddie’s innocent, child-like face when Jason had told him they weren’t friends anymore. He saw it in his dreams enough that it was seared into his memory. 

Eddie had looked hurt initially, which was fair. They had been best friends for years, and Jason’s betrayal had surely come out of left field. Eddie had never been one to mask his emotions, so Jason had seen, clear as day, when his pretty brown eyes had filled with tears. But then he’d shaken his head, his shorter, soft curls bouncing as he did so and when he’d opened his eyes again, they had been blank. 

And then he’d nodded, told Jason that if that was what he wanted it was fine. He’d walked away without looking back. 

Well, Jason wasn’t going to let him do it again. Ignoring the ever-present voice in the back of his head telling him that this was all his fault, he stormed out of the house and over to Eddie’s familiar van. Wrenching the back door open, he was hit with the sickly-sweet smell of weed, his nose wrinkling before he could stop himself. 

Eddie stared at him, taking another drag of his joint before resting his wrist on his bent knee again. 

“You’re really just gonna walk away?” Jason asked, desperation entering his voice as he climbed into the van and sat down opposite his childhood friend. 

“That’s what you wanted, right?” Eddie asked, blowing smoke in his direction. “Look Jace, I may have to put up with your bullshit at school, but this is my Saturday night. I'm not gonna stay around to get shit on if I don’t have to.” 

“I...” Jason clumped back against the wall of the van, staring down at the half empty beer bottle in his hand. “Sorry.” 

Eddie didn’t say anything for a long while, just took another drag, stubbing the joint out in an ashtray on the floor. “Whatever man, just get out of my van.” 

“No.” Jason replied instantly. “I want... I want to talk to you.” 

Eddie snorted and looked away, head thudding gently against the wall. “Why now? It’s been like 3 years dude.” 

“Because I...” 

“Look, if you’re about to give me some bullshit apology then save it. I don’t wanna hear it, especially from some drunk asshole.” Eddie waved towards the still open doors of the van, rolling onto his knees and reaching for Jason like he was going to physically push him out. 

“Wh-why didn’t you ever fight me?” Jason asked, pressing himself harder against the van wall. “When I told you we couldn’t be friends anymore. Why didn’t you ever try to keep me?” 

Eddie flopped back onto his ass, staring at Jason in bewilderment. “Why didn’t I keep you?” He repeated, his voice rising in incredulity near the end of the question. “Jason, do you not remember how you ended things? You didn’t say we couldn’t be friends anymore, you said...don’t you remember what you called me? What you accused me of?” 

Jason felt a chill go down his spine as the memory resurfaced. He must have blocked that bit out, remade their last friendly interaction into something softer to protect his own feelings from how awful he’d been. “I... I didn’t mean it.” He whispered. 

“Then why the fuck did you say it?” Eddie asked, which was a fair question but not one that Jason wanted to answer. “Why did you call me a fag? Why did you act like it was the worst thing in the world to like men? Why did you call me a fucking devil?” 

“Becau... I... they made me.” Jason stuttered, tears gathering behind his eyes. 

Eddie blinked at him. “What are you talking about?”  

“My parents found my diary. They saw... they saw what I wrote about you. They told me I had to stop being friends with you... because you were causing me to stumble... because if I wasn’t around you then I'd stop... being a fag.” 

Eddie knew about his parents, about the things they did to ‘discipline’ him. Jason could only assume that that was why, instead of kicking him out and refusing to ever speak to him again, Eddie pulled the van doors closed. “Jace, are you gay?” Eddie asked gently. 

Jason shook his head vigorously before he could stop himself. “N-no... I'm good, I'm a good person.” He said desperately, like if he spoke the words out loud it would make them true. 

“I’m gay Jace, do you think I'm a bad person because of that?” 

“No.” Jason couldn’t stop the tears flowing down his cheeks now. “And I don’t think you’re a bad person... even if everything I've been taught tells me otherwise.” 

“You’re also not a bad person Jason.” Eddie smiled at him. “You’re an asshole, but you’re not a bad person.” 

Jason pulled his knees up, pressing his forehead against them as he sobbed openly, his beer bottle still clutched in his hand. “Then why can’t I stop?” 

“Stop what?” Eddie had edged closer at some point, and was now using his fingertips to tilt Jason’s chin up.  

“Stop being in love with you.” Jason breathed, his words stuttering out of him as he waited for Eddie to react with disgust. 

Eddie pried the beer from him, placing it on the floor before cupping Jason’s face with both hands. “I think it’s because that doesn’t make you a bad person either.” He leant forward slowly, clearly giving Jason time to pull away if he needed to, but he couldn't.  

Instead Jason closed his eyes, accepting Eddie’s kiss with a sigh of relief. 

“I love you too, Jace. Even after all these years.” 

#stranger things #fanfic #eddie munson #jason carver #munver

[sunflowersand-bees]

rivals to lovers mall fruity four au?

Steve and Robin work at Scoops Ahoy (because we’re pretending the mall didn’t blow up). And they hate Hot Dog on a Stick. Like they would rather die than associate with the people who work there. (Keith worked there at one point.)

Then, one day, Nancy, fresh from being fired by the Hawkins Post, needs a job and gets hired at... you guessed it! Hot Dog on a Stick.

Steve is like, “Nancy. Why.” (They’re on good terms of course, amicable exes, came out to each other as bisexual. Jonathan and Nancy have also broken up, they just grew apart. Robin has had a crush on Nancy for a while, everyone but Nancy is well aware of it. Robin is not subtle.)

And Nancy’s like, “Not everyone who works here sucks. I usually have a shift with this one dude, he’s cool. I don’t know if he’s your type though.”

“My type?!” Steve splutters.

“Like, type of person to hang out with,” Nancy clarifies.

And Steve concedes this much. He doesn’t hang out with many people. In fact, if he thinks about it, nowadays he only hangs out with Robin, Nancy, occasionally Jonathan, and the brats (his 7 children, all of which are basically middle schoolers), and he tries to convince himself that he’s not pathetic for this, but fails.

Anyway.

One time Steve and Robin happen to have their shifts align with Nancy and this mysterious guy’s shift. Steve pulls the same shit that he did in S3 with the binoculars and the spying. He creeps around the corner of the food court, eyes fixed on Nancy, working the register, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mystery guy when-

“Creep.”

“FUCK!” Steve jumps, flipping around, hands instinctively raised to protect himself, but he loses balance and falls on his ass. Standing above him is a guy in a Hot Dog on a Stick uniform, bent over laughing at Steve.

Steve’s first instinct is to snap at this dude who scared him, but the guy straightens up and Steve instantly loses all sense of what he meant to say. He has long, curly, black hair, and big, warm eyes. Somehow, he managed to make the Hot Dog on a Stick uniform look good, which stunned Steve, who couldn’t even pull off the Scoops Ahoy uniform (all the girls he’d flirted with had proved this much).

Steve is absolutely speechless. Because this jerk is really Cute.

Cute Guy rolled his eyes, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. “Dumbass.”

Whatever animosity that had been erased from Steve’s mind upon viewing Cute Guy instantly returned. “Asshole. What the hell was that about?”

“You interested in Wheeler? Maybe I could hook you up with a date,” Cute Guy offers, wiping a tear of mirth from his eyes.

“What? No, I’m not interested in Nancy,” Steve scoffed. “We’re exes.”

Cute Guy gave him a Look. “Is that supposed to make this creep situation better?”

“Fuck. I’m not trying to be a creep-”

“Then what are you doing here, Harrington?” Cute Guy asks, leaning down and getting in Steve’s face.

“You, uh, you know my name?” Steve said, panicking from proximity. He imagined he could smell Cute Guy’s shampoo, and then kicked himself. Why would he give a shit about Cute Guy’s shampoo?

“Of course I do. How could I not know the King of Hawkins High?”

“...Right.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to know who I am. Freaks like me usually fly under your radar. Unless you’re looking to teach us a lesson, hmm?”

“That- that’s not me anymore,” Steve disagreed, frowning heavily. Every word Cute Guy said made him more and more uneasy. “That was before, and I’ve changed.”

Cute Guy gave him another Look, this time accompanied with a raised eyebrow.

“I have!”

“Okay...” Cute Guy clucked doubtfully, leaning back up and starting to walk away.

“Wait!” Steve called, and then cursed himself. Why why why did he say anything? When would this torment end?

“Yeah?” Cute Guy crossed his arms now.

“You- Your name. It doesn’t seem fair that you get to know who I am, but I don’t get to know who you are,” Steve pointed out.

“Why do you care to know who I am?”

Good question.

Steve floundered for a minute, trying to bullshit an answer that didn’t sound gay as fuck.

Cute Guy sighed, cutting through Steve’s train of thought. “Poor, naive King Harrington. He thought he’d get everything served to him on a platter, didn’t he?”

“What?”

“If you want to learn my name, you’ll have to earn it,” Cute Guy said simply, shrugging, his tone light.

“Earn it? How-”

“Figure it out,” Cute Guy suggested, turning and walking back to Hot Dog on a Stick.

Steve watched Cute Guy and Nancy put their heads together and whisper for a moment, both shooting glances his way. Steve frowned, standing up and brushing off his ass. He returned to Scoops Ahoy and Robin, trying to hold onto the few scraps of dignity he had left. (Spoiler: he had no dignity.)

Robin had the board out. The ever-dreaded board.

“You. Suck.”

The “You suck” category had about twelve tallies, and Steve watched as Robin drew another one, slowly and deliberately, shaking her head like the judgy bitches who liked to visit with his mom on Saturday mornings.

“That wasn’t me flirting!”

“Sure it wasn’t.”

“It wasn’t!”

“I sure hope not. That was a train wreck.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Steve protested, face warm.

“Oh, Stevie,” Robin reached out and put her hand on top of his, giving him a condescending and pitying look. “It really, truly was.”

And Steve was dying inside.

#steddie #ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfic #basically a fanfic #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #writing #stranger things #steddie fanfic #ronance fanfic #riv rambles #my writing

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

It Will Come Back 5

Warnings: Stalking, Masturbation (m/f), 18+ minors DNI

A/N: Poor sleepy Billy

Billy Russo is a millionaire. A CEO. He’s got a wine cooler full of hundred-dollar bottles and a freezer full of hundred-dollar steaks. He can travel anywhere he wants and buy anything he’s ever needed. But he’s sitting on your kitchen floor crunching on dog kibble because of the way your lips quirk into a pout when you realize he doesn’t like it.

When you had gone out on Friday night, Billy had turned right away, following you and your friends to the bar you’d gone to the first time he had seen you. It had blown him away, as he’d ordered a beer and stuck to the crowded corners of the room, how much he’d come to need you in only a week. He’d get agitated if he couldn’t see you, morose when your scent faded from his clothes as he brushed shoulders with the crowd.

He’d observed you closely as you’d pounded drink after drink, wondering if he’d have to come over as a concerned bystander to help carry you home. But soon enough, you were piling into an Uber behind your friends and he was turning to run through the park and beat your home.

When you’d arrived, just a few minutes after him, he could smell the alcohol on you. And while Billy didn’t mind being petted by four attractive women, he’d just wanted to be alone with you, to make sure you were okay.

When your friends finally left, giving him their final scratches and pats, he’d tracked your movements closely, eyeing your stumbles and trips. He’d curled up next to you in bed, listening in case you’d needed to be sick.

After you were fast asleep, Billy had turned again, cleaning the pace up and leaving you some water. You’d definitely be needing it. He’d then laid beside you, naked apart from the collar he’d been too worried about you to remove, and watched you sleep. You’d looked calm, unbothered as your perfect chest had risen and fallen. Your sweet lips parted just slightly, and Billy hadn’t been able to help wondering what they’d feel like wrapped around his cock, getting redder and wetter with each thrust between them. He’d grown hard almost instantly, but he’d ignored it in favor of kissing your head, and wrapping his arms around you as you’d slept. You had wriggled a bit, pressing back into him and Billy knew in that moment he’d never regret any of this, as long as he could hold you. - The routine the two of you create continues as the next week begins and crawls on, the last dregs of summer swirling down the drain. Billy doesn’t give kibble any more tries, and you don’t make him. He also realizes he can’t make Frank do his job any longer, and Billy returns to work Tuesday morning, arriving soon after you leave for your own job. He knows you have to go grocery shopping after work, so he’s got some extra time to get home without looking suspicious.

He narrowly avoids Frank all day, not really into talking about anything that isn’t you. When 5pm rolls around, he finishes the last of the paperwork on his desk and packs up to leave when there’s a knock on his door. So close.

“Come in!” Billy calls.

“Hey, man,” Frank replies, entering Billy’s office and taking a seat. “Where you been?”

“Everywhere,” Billy chuckles. “A real busy weekend.”

If only Frank knew.

“Sure.” Frank replies, the glint in his eye saying he doesn’t buy Billy’s bullshit at all.

Billy sighs and leans back in his leather chair, hands folding across his stomach.

“What can I do for you, Frankie?”

“Why don’t you tell me what’s really goin’ on?” Frank shoots back.

Billy knows better than to lie, Frank can probably smell the dishonestly rolling off Billy in waves.

“There’s…a girl,” Billy begins.

Frank grins, but stays cool, only replying, “Ok..”

“And…I- my wolf, me, we’re drawn to her. Her smell is like nothing I’ve ever experienced Frank, I can’t stay away from her.” Billy says, leaving out the way he’s been fucking living in your apartment without you knowing.

Frank ponders Billy’s words, schooling his expression before he answers.

“You know they say, when you meet your mate, they smell better than anything. It’s how you know you’re biologically compatible, have a better chance at…reproducing.”

Huh. Billy hadn’t known. He’d been born a wolf, but he’d had no one to teach him how to be one, what it really means for him. He’d spent his childhood sneaking out of group homes on the full moons, returning quietly in the morning, exhausted from running in the woods. That is, until he’d met Frank. Frank had parents, people to show him how to harness that part of himself. Frank had passed in onto Billy, but there was still so much he didn’t know.

“I see,” Billy finally answers. “But…what do I do, Frank? I can’t stay away from her.”

“Don’t,” Frank replies. “There’s no need to. Let her get to know you, build some trust. Then you gotta tell her, or it’ll eat you up inside, man.”

Billy nods, deep in thought. This would have been a good conversation to have last week. Before…the stalking.

“Let me know how it goes, but stop fucking skipping out on work, you hear me?” Frank says, getting up from his seat.

“Yeah, yeah…” Billy replies noncommittally.

-

When you get home that night, Billy’s in your bed, already prepared with the burger he’d had for dinner on the walk back to your place, just in case. He’d napped peacefully, content to just wait for you. He meets you at the front door like he always does after he hears it open, his nose pressing into your hand or side to let a little of your scent stick to him.

You feed him dinner, more chicken tonight, and change into your comfy clothes to take him for a walk. The two of you wind through the park, the evening breeze carrying your scent right to him. It’s quiet for a while, just you and Billy, until the sound of a voice echoes past and you turn, while Billy scans for threats.

“Excuse me!” Is what you both hear as a man comes up behind you, smiling softly.

He doesn’t get too close, eyes staying locked with yours.

“Uh, hi.” You reply.

“I’m sorry, I- uh I’m Harry. I saw you walking earlier, and I just wanted to say I think you’re stunning, and I’d love to take you for coffee sometime?”

He stands in front of you awkwardly, probably worried he’s come on too strong.

He’s got dark hair, not unlike Billy’s, and his blue eyes sparkle as he speaks to you. Billy wants to tear his face off. He’s going to ask you out? Right fucking here?

“I’m Y/N,” You reply, smiling back, sweet as ever.

Harry reaches out to shake your hand and Billy’s had enough. He growls, snapping at his outstretched fingers. Harry jolts back and you gasp.

“I’m so sorry! He’s never done that before!” You placate, pulling Billy’s leash as he struggles against you, trying to stay between you and Harry. “Hey, no worries, it happens. He’s cute, what’s his name?”

You still look a bit worried as you reply, “I don’t know. I’m just keeping him until I can find his family. I found him here a few days ago.”

Harry grins, clearly taken with you. Well, if he kept going Billy was going to be taking his hands off.

“That’s sweet of you.” Harry says.

“Thank you,” You grin. “And about that coffee, sure, that’d be nice, if my dog hasn’t scared you off.”

No, no, no, no this was not happening. Billy sulks while you exchange numbers with dickhead and then you’re off, Billy practically dragging you home. He’s going to have to move quickly, or risk losing you to some jackass who’d followed you in the park like a freak.

-

You’ve got a cute little smile on your face for the next few days as you text Harry. You’d apparently been getting along, as you’d even called your friends to tell them about him, much to Billy’s dismay. Apparently you have a date Friday night, but what you don't realize was that it won't be happening. Poor Harry would be standing you up and ghosting you afterwards, and you’d come home and hold Billy until you’d fall asleep. Easy money.

Until you come home from work Thursday afternoon with a box of condoms. Fuck. No. When you go to shower, he chews them up, leaving cardboard and plastic strewn across the living room as a warning.

If he were human, he’d remind you who you belong to. Maybe he’d bend you over the couch, or take you right there on the floor in the mess he’d made.

But that’s the problem, isn’t it? You don’t know you’re his, not yet.

When you come back to see the mess, you scold him and for the first time since you’d found him, you make him sleep in the living room, alone. It makes him sick, not being near you, not seeing the slow rise and fall of your chest, not feeling the way your fingers twitch in his fur as you dream. Tomorrow, he’d deal with Harry, then this wouldn’t happen anymore. You’d be his.

When Friday rolls around Billy is exhausted. He’s been juggling Anvil and being your dog for over a week, and all the running around is catching up to him. On top of that, he’s never turned so much in his life, making the change at least once a day, where before it was once or twice a month.

He leaves work early to tail Harry, following the loser as he plays golf with the tech bros he’s friends with. It’s fucking forever until he’s done, and then Billy’s following him into the men’s room. Harry heads towards the showers, but before he can reach for the door, Billy has the back of his neck in an iron grip.

Harry struggles immediately and opens his mouth to scream. Billy slaps a hand over his mouth.

“Now, what you’re not gonna do is struggle, asshole, or this’ll hurt even more.”

-

It’s 9PM and you’re on the couch, pretty blue sundress falling off your shoulders. There are tears in your eyes when it finally sinks in that Harry’s ghosted you, and Billy can’t help but feel a little bad. He fucking hates hurting you, but it’s for your own good. Harry in the picture would make things more complicated, and Billy isn’t in the business of sharing what’s his.

You wipe at your face and Billy nuzzles your hand with his own face, letting you know he’s there if you need him. You slide to the floor next to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“At least I have my vibrator, huh?” You chuckle sadly.

Billy flattens his ears. At least you have him, you should be saying.

You turn to him suddenly, eyes bright.

“You know what? I’m gonna keep you. I don’t know if you really have another family but if you do? They should have held on to you better.”

He licks your face, tail wagging. Yes! You have him!

“You won’t leave me, right?” You say, the tears returning.

Billy nudges closer, trying to convey his promise.

You were never getting rid of him. Never.

-

As one week bleeds into the next, the full moon gets closer and Billy’s nerves fray a little more each day. He’s got two weeks to win you over before he has to leave for the full moon, and so far he’s only accomplished half the job. You like his wolf, but what about him? The guy who beats up your dates, who’s killed people? Would you be scared of him? Disgusted? It haunts him as he sleeps beside you at night, as he follows you to and from work.

He’s been studying up on you. He’s got a whole file on you locked in his desk at work, your whole life on paper for him to look at any time he misses you throughout the day. He memorizes the perfume you wear, the foods you like, your shoe size. He’s got a list on his phone of all the shows you watch, all the music you listen to as you cook him dinner or shower. You hate carrots but you love broccoli. There’s always a pint of chocolate peanut-butter ice cream in your fridge and you always smile when you see him. It keeps him going, knowing you.

You don’t cry over Harry again and he doesn’t try to text you. Instead, you occupy your days with buying Billy all kinds of cute dog supplies, and trying to pick a name for him. You buy him a dark blue leash, claiming it brings out his eyes, and a brown leather collar to pair with it. He’s got real food and water bowls and the biggest plush dog bed you could find.

If this is any indication of what it's like to be loved by you, cared for by you? Billy's addicted, so much it makes his heart ache.

-

It’s Tuesday night and you’re lying on the couch, one hand flopped over the side, where your fingers make little shapes on the top of Billy’s head.

“What am I gonna call you?”

Billy wishes he could tell you.

“How about…Bruno? No, never mind. King? That’s basic. Oh! Oh! I got it. How’s Duke? That’s cool right?”

Billy doesn’t hate it. He wags his tail.

“Ok, great. Welcome home, Duke.”

Home.

- Billy is so tired. He’s been running training exercises all week, waking up early to spend time with you, and staying up after you fall asleep to finish paperwork and send emails. He’s running on fumes, desperately holding on for the approaching weekend. One more day, and he’s free to sleep as long as he wants. Frank and Curtis are blowing up his phone, wondering when he’s coming out with them again, and Billy can only hedge them off for so long.

He trudges home after work, narrowly missing you coming in. Your evening routine goes as normal, until you lock him out of the bedroom. In a second he’s wide awake, listening closely for any sign of distress from you. That’s when he hears it. The click of a button and the quiet hum that signals the use of your vibrator.

Billy’s human in a second, on his knees outside of your bedroom door, ear pressed to the dark wood. The second your breath picks up and the smell of your arousal seeps under the crack below the door, Billy’s hand is on his cock, pumping in time with your breathing. His hand is slick with pre-cum as images of what you might be doing dance behind his eyelids. He imagines you writhing on the sheets, sweat glistening on your skin as you spread your pussy open, showing him the tight little hole inside. He wants to taste, lick striped up to your clit until his beard is soaked so much it hurts him, and he just barely stifles a groan as you finally let out a quiet moan. He can hear the sheets rustle, hear your breathing pick up and he knows you’re already close. He’s practically fucking his fist now, trying to keep up with you.

Billy is dying to know what you’re thinking about, if there’s someone or something that turns you on more than anything else. The sugary scent of your arousal coats every breath he takes. After a few more seconds he hears you moan once more, the sound extended as you come. He follows a second after, trying to catch as much in his hands as possible.

Billy slumps against the door frame as you heave breaths in and out, coming down just like him. He has to move, has to turn again before you come looking for him, but he can’t bring himself to move just yet, basking in the closeness. You’re only on the other side of the wall, close enough to touch if he were to open the door.

You stir, cleaning up, and Billy has to move, rinsing off his hands in the sink and turning before you leave your bedroom. He’s hit with a wave of fatigue, and is grateful when you come to get him for bed. He starts to drift quickly, wrapped in your scent and pressed against your side. You fall asleep before him, and he’s so tempted to turn, just for a few minutes, to hold you against him until he’s too tired to stay awake. He does, wrapping an arm around your waist and tucking his nose into your hair. You press back into him like you’ve done it a thousand times, soaking in his warmth. Billy knows he’s made it to heaven, can’t imagine anything feeling better, save for what it must feel like to be inside you. He holds you, feeling nothing but grateful. Just for a few minutes, he’ll turn in a few minutes.

He’s out like a light a second later.

#billy russo x reader #billy russo #monster!billy russo #my fics

[tonysslut]

Bend the rules

Summary: You finally decide to confront Tony, but things don't go as planned.

Warnings: Kinda Dark!Tony? Mentions of infidelity, Manipulation, I think that's all

W/C: 655

A/N: I've been reading so many dark stories on here so I wanted to try to write one myself. This isn't very dark, but I just want to see what kind of reaction this gets. Feedback is HIGHLY appreciated.

Tony Stark Masterlist

You glance at the clock, seeing it’s now reading 3 am. 4 hours. You'd been waiting around for Tony for the past four hours. He told you he’d be back by 11. You were aware that he was spending time with another woman. It was hard to back that up since you didn’t have any evidence, but you felt it deep in your gut.

You were acting like a fool by continuing to sit here and wait for him, even though this had been going on for months. Listening to his pathetic excuses, having him apologize and clean up his act for a few days before turning around and doing it all over again. Tonight would be the same as any other night.

The elevator door dinged open and Tony walked out, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw you sitting on the couch. He didn’t expect you to wait up this time, and he knew by the look on your face that his pre-planned excuses weren’t going to work this time.

You stare up at him and wait for him to speak. You can smell the cheap perfume coming off of him and it makes you sick. When did he fall out of love with you?

“I’m sorry baby, I got caught up with the team at the bar. I should’ve texted you.” He says as he kneels in front of you and places his hand on your knee. His touch is icy, no longer feeling loving and warm like before.

“Cut the bullshit, Tony.” you spit out and push past him when you get up. “You’ve been coming home late for months. I’ve heard all the excuses. I want the truth now.” You watch as he stands up and runs a hand through his hair. You knew better than to confront him, but you were sick of how he was treating you. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Y/N. Let’s just go to bed. I’m exhausted.” He exhales loudly.

You study his face and feel your eyes beginning to water. The man in front of you once had your entire heart, but now he feels like a stranger. 

“I know you’re seeing other people. You have been lying about being with the team. I know each night you come home later and later expecting me to be asleep.”

Tony just stares at you, not knowing what to say. Everything you’ve said is true. But he knows that if he plays his words right, he can get you to stay. You stand there and watch as he approaches you, his tall figure casting a shadow over you. He takes your hands in his, pressing a gentle kiss onto the tops of your hands.

“You’re just worrying too much, princess.” He brings his hands up to your head and brushes the hairs out of your face. “There’s no one else, it’s just you. Always has, and always will be, just you.” He lies, grabbing your face in a seemingly loving manner.

You don’t want to believe him, but his touch is intoxicating. His rough, calloused thumbs stroke underneath your eyes, lulling you to sleep. Your body instantly turns into puddy as he presses his lips to yours. But his gentleness doesn’t last long. He suddenly squishes your cheeks together. The grip he has on you is painful.

“But if I ever hear you speak to me like that again, I’ll make sure you can’t walk for a week. Understood?” His eyes are dark, and his voice is deep with a touch of something sinister. You quickly nod the best you can, just wanting him to let you go.

“Good girl.” He says as he releases your face, bringing his hand to the back of your head so he can place a kiss on your forehead. The way he quickly changed his demeanor almost gives you whiplash. “Now let’s go to bed, yeah?” 

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[babygirlproblems16]

Rough Day Part 1

It’s a Thursday afternoon and you have plans to go on a very romantic date with him. Your cell phone goes off with his ringtone and your heart does flips because you know he will almost be home. You read the text:

*Hopping on video games as soon as i get home. Go out with your friends or something. idc*

Your heart drops because you know he had a rough day and doesn’t want to talk about it. You turn on his PC in the bedroom, so it will already be on for when he gets home. You change out of your cute floral dress and heels because you know he doesn’t want to go on the date anymore.

10 minutes go by and he’s home. He walks in the front door, throws his stuff down and goes straight to his PC. As he’s about to sit down in his gaming chair, he sees something out the corner of his eye. You are laying on the bed, face down and ass up, in nothing but his gaming sweater he designed, touching yourself.

“What do you think you’re doing? I fucking told you to go out with your friends. I’ve had a rough day and don’t want to put up with your bullshit tonight”

You don’t answer you just open your legs wider to reveal there is a plug in and you are already soaked waiting for him to get home. He crawls onto the bed and towers over you, breathing in the intoxicating smell that always keeps him hooked on you, the frustration is gone but he’s not going to let you know that.

“Oh Sweet sweet Girl.. I’m going to devour you all night long and do whatever i please to you. You are going to wish you listened to me when i said go out with your friends. You will learn your lesson today.”

Shoves his entire throbbing length in your wet pussy with one thrust and starts massaging your clit instantly. You bite down on a pillow so that you don’t moan. You know you are just his toy tonight and he is going to use you however he pleases, whenever he pleases. The thought of him using you like that almost makes you finish before he’d really gotten a chance to start.

#corruption kink #curvy mature #submisive and breedable #bd/sm brat #sexy breast #breeding k1nk

[constantcrisis19]

Party Animal - Part 2

Billy Hargrove x GN S/O

Word Count: 1,172

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In the days following up to the party that you’d been invited to by the most popular guy in school, you began to see Billy in the hallways more, the blond throwing a flirtatious wink or knowing smirk your way whenever you accidentally made eye contact with him, causing you to quickly glance away and walk faster.

And while he never tried to directly engage you in conversation, that didn’t mean that he didn’t make his presence known.

Billy always seemed to linger near your locker in between classes, his appearance conveniently coinciding with when you’d have to trade out your books or -when he wasn’t feeling particularly subtle- he’d  just so happen to be socializing in the hallway right in front of the classroom that you needed to get into, the blond and his posse inconsiderately blocking the doorway.

You didn’t let Billy’s attempts to get some kind of reaction out of you get to you though, opting to merely ignore him when you saw him at your locker as you went about your business and briskly pushing through whatever crowd he conjured up in front of your classroom with a muttered ‘excuse me’.

Though, despite your best efforts to avoid Billy, the blond remained persistent all the way up to the day after Tina’s party.

On Thursday morning, you went about your routine as usual, but as you walked into school, you noticed a lot more eyes on you than usual. Your shoulders rose up to your ears defensively as you hurried to your locker, letting the metal door block some of the gazes boring holes into you.

You hadn’t gone to the party. Hell, you hadn’t even left your house last night.

And, as much as you hated to admit it, you knew that all the attention you were suddenly getting from your peers had something to do with that. 

By the end of first hour, you were thoroughly worked up into a paranoid panic due to all the rumors you overheard from those who were not-so-subtly whispering about you while in class. From what you were able to make out, the general consensus among all the gossip was that Billy was looking for you...and he was pissed.

You figured that the best course of action to get through the rest of the day in one piece was to avoid even the slightest hint of Billy, which shouldn’t be too difficult since he was usually preceded by a sizable crowd. So, avoid large groups of teenagers and stay off Billy’s radar, easy enough...in theory.

You didn’t account for the fact that your entire grade would become snitches for the blond, telling him that you were in the library, which is where you ended up eating lunch. You nearly choked on air when Billy slammed into the silent room, the blond disregarding the glare that the librarian shot at him in favor of scanning the area with narrowed blue eyes.

You instantly became nervous since you’d seen the aftermath of his fury, anyone who had the misfortune of finding themselves on Billy’s bad side shuffling around the halls with bruises or broken bones. 

You knew the moment that he caught sight of you, the blond pivoting to face you before he began to approach. You push to your feet and trip over the table leg in your haste to keep distance between the two of you, stumbling back into one of the solid bookshelves lining the walls.

Before you could recover, Billy was suddenly there, the blond gripping the shelves on either side of your shoulders and backing you up further out of view of the disapproving stare of the librarian. The movement gave your impending altercation at least some semblance of privacy, as flimsy as it was. 

You could smell his distinct cologne as he leaned in closer, using his imposing frame to box you in and cut off any chance of escape. 

“Why weren’t you at the party?” He demanded, his voice low with an underlying edge that you weren’t able to discern. You frowned at the implication that, just because he was gracious enough to invite a loser like you to some bullshit party, that you were somehow obligated to show up.

You opened your mouth to tell him as much but then stopped, the meaning behind his statement sinking in. He had apparently noticed that you didn’t ever step foot on Tina’s property, which begged the question, had he been waiting for you? Did he think that you stood him up or something?

No fucking way.

“Not really my scene. I’m not fond of crowds.” You muttered quietly, your gaze darting over his shoulder in order to survey the open room beyond -wary of any new arrivals happening upon whatever the hell was going on between you and Billy- and back to the agitated blond periodically as you spoke.

You winced when Billy’s eyes widened, looking caught off guard by the honest admission, as if he were expecting to hear something different. You resisted the urge to breathe out a sigh of relief as the uncomfortable tension that had been crackling between the two of you dissipated, his anger melting into a more pleasant emotion.

“If you go to the party I’m throwing at the steelworks just outside of town on Friday, I’ll happily be your bodyguard, make sure the drunks don’t bother you too much.” He stated conversationally, feigning nonchalance, and your lips thinned at the unappealing offer.

As if sensing your distaste, Billy moved one of his hands away from the bookshelf in order to grab something out of his back pocket, the blond gently pushing a blue flier into your chest, patiently waiting for you to hesitantly take hold of it before withdrawing.

“Sure.” You said unconvincingly, drawing out the word. Billy clicked his tongue against his teeth in frustration and refused to move despite your attempts to signal that the stressful conversation was over.

“You’ll be there?” He insisted and you frowned, finding yourself unimpressed with his pushy personality. You wondered if anyone ever told Billy Hargrove ‘no’ before promptly deciding that that was a stupid question. Clearly no one had if his ‘I get what I want’ attitude was any indication. 

“Will you leave me alone if I say that I’ll go?” You asked, already resigning yourself to the shitty night that you were about to have on Friday. Billy’s face split into a shit-eating grin as he readily agreed to your terms and you let out a defeated sigh. “I’ll be there, but I won’t promise that I’ll stay long.”

“Perfect! See you Friday.” Billy purred, brushing a hand across your arm before turning to saunter right back out the door he barged in through. You stared after him for a long moment before looking down at the crinkled paper clutched in your fist, dread pooling in your gut as you realized what exactly you had signed yourself up for.

This was going to royally suck.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #anxious reader #social anxiety #peer pressure #billy is kinda persistent #slow burn #miscommunication #series #part 2

[serasvictoria]

Wrote this for @doctorwhoandfairytaillover’s Short and Sweet Challenge! Hope that you’ll like it! And congrats again with your milestone!

And thanks to @adrille88 for confirming that this was indeed short and sweet ❤️

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Pairing: Hvitserk x OFC

Word Count: 758 (very short for me!)

Notes: This is an OFC that will definitely feature in other things as well by the way, so you guys had better get used to her.

*****

With an old magazine in hand, he desperately tried to waft the smell of burnt toast out of his kitchen. This definitely wasn’t how Hvitserk had envisioned this morning to go.

Last night was a bit of a blur, but waking up this morning sure was a surprise. After that, he had made a vow to himself to try and make a lasting impression, but this wasn’t what he had been aiming for at all.

“What are you doing?”

Hvitserk could hear the mild amusement in the voice behind him and when he turned around he actually swallowed heavily when he took her in.

The messy short pink hair was the first thing that caught his eye and then her blue eyes. Her eyeliner must have looked perfect last night, but right now it was a smear over her eyelids that only seemed to highlight them. Then those heart-shaped lips which looked awfully kissable. She was wearing one of his shirts, one that had been plucked out of his ‘wash’ pile, and he could just about see a flash of her blue striped underwear underneath.

Yep, he’d definitely gotten very lucky last night.

“I was… erm… making breakfast.”

“Not very well from the looks of it,” she replied. She walked over to where he was standing, slid in next to him and held up the blackened toast. “My favourite.”

“Is it?” Hvitserk sounded hopeful that he might have done something right here.

“No,” she said with a laugh. “But I appreciate the effort.”

“Oh.” He looked down at the floor, thinking that he had fucked up, only to be surprised when she pressed her lips against his cheek instead. The corner of his mouth ticked up instantly. “What did you do that for?”

“For this,” she gestured at the mess that he’d made. The scrambled eggs that he’d been picking eggshells out of, the orange juice that was getting horribly close to being past the sell by date. “Now why don’t you sit down and let me handle it, hm?”

He let himself get shooed away by her to one of the high chairs at the breakfast bar. It was the best view in the house from which to watch her work, this perfect stranger who had been hugging him ever so tightly when he had woken up this morning.

She moved through his kitchen with confidence, pulling open his fridge and studying the contents. New eggs were taken out, broken into a bowl and whisked with an ease that indicated that she’d definitely done that before. Her nose crinkled as she sniffed the contents of a bag of grated cheese in the most adorable manner and deemed passable before being added to the mixture.

It was almost as if she owned the place and he briefly wondered whether he had taken her home before, but no, he couldn’t have. He’d definitely remember a girl like her.

Grabbing the plates that he had already set out, she spooned the scrambled eggs onto it and handed him a plate. She looked at him expectantly as he shoved a spoonful into his mouth and then a huge grin formed on his lips.

“This is good,” he replied with a full mouth that would earn him a stern stare from his mother if she had been present. The girl breathed a sigh of relief. “Really good.”

He scarfed down his food and when he looked at his empty plate with disappointment, she actually gave him her portion. Actually gave it to him! Didn’t matter how much he said that she didn’t have to, she insisted on it. So who was he to say no to such a sweet gesture?

The only thing that was on his mind when she handed him her plate was something that Ubbe had once told him. About that time when Gunnhild had first introduced him to Amma. How he just knew.

Sentimental bullshit.

That’s what Hvitserk had called it at the time. Ubbe and Amma had gotten together shortly after Hvitserk had another one of his monumental break-ups with Margrethe, one that had stuck for a change. So Hvitserk hadn’t been that keen to believe his older brother back then, but he sure believed it now.

“Can I ask you one thing though? And please don’t take this the wrong way?” She looked up at him, a slight crease forming on her brow. “What’s your name?”

Her laugh in answer was melodic and only sucked him in deeper.

“Kitty,” she said. “My name’s Kitty.”

*****

Tagging: @ritual-unions-gotme @quantumlocked310 @punkrocknpearls @grimeundglow @istorkyou

#short and sweet challenge #vikings #vikings au #hvitserk lothbrok #original female character #hvitserk x ofc #mar writes #mar moodboards #vikings modern au

[draconic-ichor]

Agreeing to An Adventure

Elden Ring fic

The Cities: Part 1

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes

Summary: Magnus wants to desperately tag along with his brother on one of his trips

Feedback appreciated, 18+

Days after the volatile fight between Magnus and his father, the young man made his way down to the kitchens. He’d been careful not to cross paths with Morgott, unwilling to speak with him.

He pushed through the doors, eyes falling on a person he wholly didn’t expect: Maddox. The crowned prince and Magnus’s older brother was very reclusive, spending months at a time underground in the eternal cities.

He hadn’t seen his brother for about three months prior to this moment, Maddox still adorned in his dark leather rangers outfit.

He sat at one of the tables, bent over a plate. He ate ravenously, smelling of sweat and stone.

“Maddox?” Magnus questioned.

“Hm?” The other looked up, mouth full.

“When did you get back?” He came up to the table side.

Maddox swallowed before answering, “About two hours ago…” Before Magnus could ask anymore his brother added, “I’m not staying, just came back to resupply.”

“You smell terrible.” Magnus wrinkled his nose.

“I’ll bathe too, Mother.” He snapped back.

Magnus bared his teeth for a fleeting moment, completely prepared to argue. But a thought struck him. “Maddox?” He asked, voice more serious.

Maddox stood, taking his empty plate to the sink, his long tail flicking behind him. Afterwards he turned, leaning against the counter, looking at the other expectantly.

“When you set off again…can I go with you?” He asked, voice hopeful.

Maddox crossed his arms, sighing deeply, “…Why?” He finally shot back.

“I want to leave….get away from all the bullshit here for a while.” He murmured, “That’s why you go isn’t it?”

“Originally.” He nodded, “But I go now to not parent you all the time and I have actual projects in the works that I don’t want ruined.”

“Trying to fuck the Nox isn’t a project.” Magnus snapped.

Maddox’s golden eyes narrowed, pushing away from the counter, voice low, “Really buttering me up about this.”

Magnus instantly shrank, backpedaling, “I’m sorry, please consider it.” He padded closer, “I’m going crazy here.”

Maddox rubbed his temples for a moment. Magnus shuffled impatiently.

“Fine.” He conceded, adding quickly as he fixed his brother with a sharp gaze, “But you have to listen to everything I say, it’s dangerous.”

Magnus nodded excitedly.

“It’s not going to be a vacation either.” Maddox’s voice serious, “Well be living rough.”

“Thank you!” Magnus smiled.

Maddox nodded, not able to blame his brother for wanting an escape.

#brother bonding #elden ring fanfic #elden ring #the morglings #elden ring oc #dabbles

[percontaion-points]

Clawless chapters 21 & 22

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Chapter 21

I left Liam watching Vail, because if there was one thing I knew for certain, my sweet thing ran when she felt cornered. And by intercepting her letter, I’d taken her one small attempt at freedom and shoved it back in her face.

Mm, I knew it was true love when he was literally keeping me prisoner! Look, he even gave me a slave collar to prove to others that I belonged to him!

SAID NOT ONE SINGLE GODDAMNED PERSON EVER!!

There weren’t many secrets a shifter could keep from his beast. But the fact the collar suppressed her wolf while also keeping the males away, was one I’d had to hide until it was safely in place. My wolf had known instantly, and while I’d been aching to lie beside her in the hotel bed, he was having none of it. He’d pushed through the shift, raking his claws over my balls in the process, and then slept beside her all night. While I’d been walking with a limp ever since, he seemed immune to the injury. As if his rage at my betrayal was blocking out the pain.

I hate this stupid “Dr. Jekkyl and Mr. Hyde” bullshit implying that the wolf part of every werewolf is somehow an individual. 

It’s giving “multiple personality disorder” chic. 

“You’ve got a rat in the bunker, big dog.”

[...]

“Two legs or four?”

You are literally a werewolf! Everybody around you has simultaneously 2 AND four legs!

“You can’t collar a wild thing, Jay. It’s always going to find a way out.”

Chapter 21 summary: The first four pages (half of the goddamned chapter) are literally nothing but Jasper moping about his situation with Vail. He wants to challenge the Marrow clan leader, but he knows that it would be suicidal. 

He then finally tracks down Mr. Wentworth. The man explains that Marrow sponsored his visa in exchange for “news about any interesting wolves”. So there’s a fairly good chance that Marrow already knows about Vail. Anyway, Jasper wants info on what Marrow is like personally so that he can destroy the man. Wentworth tells him that Marrow’s filthy habit is to chuck omega males into the stables and… well. You can probably guess. Jasper is obviously interested to learn more about this, but this is a fade-to-black conversation. 

Jasper goes for a run, and then goes back to his office. There, Callum tells him that he’s found something, and takes him over to basically a little doggie hiding hole. Jasper complains that it doesn’t smell like a wolf den, but Callum says that it’s a “wild dog”. I thought they meant it along the lines of a literal and perfectly ordinary stray dog. But then Callum mentions Trey, and how he’d shown up to take Vail home. But that Trey’s scent around this area is only from a few days, and it’s all around the forest, too. 

Chapter 22

To say nothing of my freshman classmates, and their new game of Who can touch the radioactive female?

This is when you adopt your best kindergarten teacher voice and say “We keep our hands and our feet to ourselves, children!” 

If they don’t want to be treated like a 5 year old, then maybe they shouldn’t act like one. 

…and chicory coffee eyes, minus the sweetener…

That is… oddly specific. At this point, you might as well give a highly complex Starbucks order.

“In the wild, amongst those traditional wolf packs, the concept of submission doesn’t really apply. Why? Because the alpha and omega wolves co-dominate the pack. The simple reality is they are the parents of all the pups. And like your parents, they are both role models to their offspring. There are things your mothers give you that your fathers can’t, and vice versa.”

Friendly reminder that the scientist who coined the term “alpha wolf” literally spent the rest of his career trying to retract his original study. That things like “pack dynamics” (alpha, beta, omega) are only found in CAPTIVE wolves. 

“Never freaking happening.” So much for positive influences.

Chapter 22 summary: Now it’s Vail’s time to mope for the opening of her chapter. Although at least her moping happened across several days. She meets back up again with Reed for her next self-defence lesson. He tries to explain to her that after your first shift, you retain some of the muscle-mass you had as a wolf. So experienced shifters, like Penny, are more bulky than somebody like Vail who has never shifted. 

Later, Vail has biology class. The teacher says that there’s a special guest speaker, and to Vail’s surprise, it’s Alpha Turner. The man from the lab who was basically ordered to sexually assault her. 

He talks about the dominant and submissive roles werewolves have to play when they live as civilised people. Part of it is kind of leaning into what I mentioned earlier: that wild wolf packs don’t have the alpha/beta/omega structures, and that it’s only wolves kept in captivity. 

He goes on to explain about this Marrow ancestor named Nathaniel and his mate, Estelle. How the two of them drew strength from one another, and were able to defeat some enemy. Under the rule of Nathaniel, things evened out and became more civilised for werewolves. Even after they’d both died, things were better. However, Turner uses this as an example of a good alpha, and then throws an awful lot of shade towards Jasper basically throwing his weight around and calling it “leadership”. 

After class, Vail thanks Turner for having helped her to get out of the lab. She wants to know more about what happened, but Turner says that everything is shut down because of the investigation. Jasper shows up then, and is angry that another alpha would openly touch his collared woman. 

#clawless #hunter moon academy #bookblr #readers of tumblr #book review #omegaverse #supernatural romance

[nightcoremoon]

finally bought nova covert ops because it’s $10 now.

yeah it’s pretty good, if way less balanced than all of the other campaigns. see, mission one was a decent metal gear solid mission and then a really cool final fantasy 7 escape from midgar mission, and that was totally fine.

mission two is a four lane tower defense holdout sorta like the Warcraft 3 Classic level (because the reforged remake of that mission was fucking terrible), except… you run out of minerals halfway through. whoops. you don’t have enough cash on hand to reach max supply and build all the bunkers. If youre expected to micro 10 reapers against infestors & defilers & seven zerglings swarming six (overlords) FIVE NEWBORN QUEENS four hydralisks three (roaches) two terran wraiths AND A BRAND NEW S C V~~~ then that’s just really bad design. anyway I figured out right at the end that a strategy may be to just build a CC in horner’s base and mine from his minerals, not like he’d mind since there were still 1K+ on each of his patches.

mission 3 is a three pronged holdout and it was actually pretty good until I realized oh no it’s not. see, a constant stream of lings roaches hydras mutas and the occasional swarm queen- not a brenda, but a BROOD WAR queen (so basically a brood lord)- come at your base. but you’ve got plenty of time to fill your mineral and gas saturation before any attack waves come. and your goal is to shove barracks units into various parts of the level which help further whittle down the incoming attack waves. now, I thought I’d be cheeky and go attack the enemy’s hive cluster once I capped out in supply, just to see if I could do it, because I do that with every terran campaign level, even in the first game. the mission very sternly told me several times NO NO DONT DO THAT DONT HAVE FUN YOUR WAY. STOP. DO THE MISSION THE WAY I WANT YOU TO >:( but I said fuck that. I pushed through and found… some static defense structures and aberrations. um. ok. I come in and I knock out everything and I’m like oh wait a second hold on where does the attack wave even come from??? and then an overlord came over from offscreen and I’m like oh ok yeah that makes sense they drop the reinforcements in from the enemy base so you can’t just cheese it like you can cheese welcome to the jungle and the dig (but not the devil’s playground since you still need the 8K). alright FINE game, you win this round. so I smiled the overlord, a-moved to my base, and camera’d over to reposition my SCVs to repair my tanks. and then half my army instantly died. because banelings just fucking spawned in on top of my army. and I saw hydras and lings and roaches too. and I realized oh my god the game is just spawning zerg on from out of thin air. because the computer is a cheating bastard. that’s never happened in the entirety of the other campaigns; every single enemy that spawns came from somewhere on the map. so they cut corners and did bullshit and then recorded voice lines to tell you not to peak behind the curtain. and then the second half is another metal gear solid level.

all in all the levels are enjoyable if sometimes a bit cheap.

and the story’s really cool. I like seeing matt & valerian, and of course nova is an intriguing character with a voice actress I admire and respect, so I’m glad to see her have some time in the sun. she basically fell off the face of the earth when she kidnapped jim at the start of HOTS so it’s nice to see her back in action. and I’m really looking to seeing my husband alarak again because I know he shows up. and I think I know what’s going on. I’m gonna call it right here, and I hope I’m wrong, but the plan of these Defenders Of Man sure smells a lot like the Sons Of Korhal, and if Mengsk SOMEHOW ISN’T FUCKING DEAD I’m gonna be disappointed but unsurprised since they retconned his death anyway to add him to the co-op commanders list. and it would make sense because something something amon something something the keystone something something bad writing but we need to make a sequel to a Very Definitive Ending and keep pumping out weekly content. but hey, if it’s a little bit of cheesy campy writing it’s fine, if it’s a little bit of forced handrails it’s fine, if it’s a little bit derivative of basically everything from the mid-2000s, it’s fine because the gameplay is still there. it’s still some solid top-quality RTS. and most importantly of all, it’s still a lot of fun.

[ahhrenata]

came across this post and instantly thought of them. LOL.

#why Cody wasn’t in the hardeen arc #he’d have instantly smelled the bullshit #star wars #clone wars #codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #my fanart #too tired to color today #sw art

[nightcolorz]

Poorly describing my versions of the Gotham rogues:

Joker: “yolo” in its most dangerous form, def is writing a slow burn enemies to loves fic about him and Batman. Gay and homophobic 💯 The other rogues don’t invite him to pride celebrations anymore cause he’ll keep calling people slurs “as a joke”. Him and Edward have longterm beef, like schoolgirl levels of petty drama.

Harley Quinn: would describe herself as a “girlboss” unironically while committing heinous crimes. tweeted “clowns aren’t funny” after breaking up with Joker (ended up causing a huge scandal). The OG “I can fix him” girl. Is sort of the rogues free underground therapist (god knows they need it) cause they can’t get professional help without being sent to Arkham.

Poison Ivy: Breaking News: Cottagecore lesbian commits mass murder cause her plant wilted. She’s what republicans think environmentalists are. Would get in a fist fight with that vegan teacher cause “plants have feelings too”. Has beef with most of the male rogues, supports ‘kill all men’ without realizing it’s a joke (she prefers ‘kill all humans’ but figured she had to downgrade because the Gotham city sirens are humans technically).

Cat Woman: “OH NO! It appears I’ve gotten stuck backwards in the bank vault step-Bat 😏😏😏😏😏😏, looks like I’m not stealing any more diamonds today 😰😩”. Mad respect for Selina, she just wants diamonds and bat dick, no tragic backstory or complex motivations needed. I personally like to headcanon her as wearing a straight up cat costume (ears and a tail like a true furry) cause it’s way funnier to imagine a sophisticated rich woman dressing up as a cat to steal shit than whatever bullshit DCs up to these days. Trans catgirl supremacy 💎👍

Scarecrow: That one guy who gets angry at people because “Halloween costumes are meant to be scary 🤬😡😑😒”. Doesn’t even attempt to express emotions, is the human embodiement of this emoji: 😐. His presence is more jarring than threatening, his intimidation levels are somehow underwhelming and overwhelming at the same time. The other rogues have collectively decided that he’s asexual under no assumption other than that they don’t want to imagine Jonathan having sex. Overtime Jonathan has become basically fearless (he smokes his own fear gas like vape just to feel something). Jonathan and Harley became good friends when they both worked in Arkham, their dynamic is surprisingly wholesome.

The Riddler: Didn’t get hugged enough as a child and is now making it everyone’s problem. Would hold a bank hostage to show Batman his third grade spelling bee medal. Is the only autistic rogue that gets accommodations in Arkham because he won’t stop bugging the guards. FTM trans ofc (his names Edward Nygma for Christ's sake). He ran away from home at seventeen and faked his own death (his deadname is legally dead lmao). Uses the terms “alpha, beta, and omega male” unironically.

Two Face: “Yeah, I mean, I didn’t wanna blow up the orphanage either, but Y’know the coin said-” The other rogues talk to Harvey as if he’s constantly at his breaking point, which is half true. Harv is a stone cold mf, he’s the rock that’s holding Two Face together tbh. Edward calls Harvey and Harv Jekyll and Hyde cause he’s that original. All the rogues have at least a sneaking suspicion that Bruce Wayne is batman and use Harvey as their little primary source (being ex besties and everything), until they find out Selina and Bruce are a thing of course. No matter how much evidence he’s faced with Harvey will never accept Bruce Wayne is batmam, he’s not ready to consider that one of the only positive people in his life has been duking it out with him this whole time.

Penguin: He’s the rest of the rogues chill gay gangster uncle I don’t make the rules. The iceberg lounge is like the Batman villain equivalent of The Central Perk from friends (aka: its their default place to hangout). Oswald always makes a fuss about them not making reservations ahead of them but at this point it’s just performative. Everyone’s 99% sure Oswald and Edward fucked at some point (Edward always makes a show of flustering Oswald when he needs a loan). Ossie always takes care of the others belongings when they’re in Arkham (he has a special place in his heart for Jonathan‘s crows).

The Mad Hatter: I love Jervis lmao he just really likes Alice in Wonderland and that’s a valid ass villain motivation 👍. One of the smartest rogues but doesn’t get enough credit because of how childish he is. He dresses in kids clothes, not just because he wants to but because he’s small af and can’t fit in shit. In public while the rogues are undercover Jervis usually wears a beanie or a baseball cap (he’d get spotted instantly if he wore his usual, but on bad days Jervis can’t bear to be without a hat). Jonathan and Jervis play chess a lot together in Arkham, and frequently engage in intellectual discussion, Edward tends to be a piss baby when Jon encourages him to do the same, he’s not ready to accept the reality that Jervis can match his intelligence.

Killer Croc: Waylon has a surprising amount in common with Jonathan, they share southern solidarity. He doesn’t travel out of the sewer often so the rogues will occasionally come to visit Waylon there (Edward always makes sure to complain loudly about the smell). Will show immense affection and loyalty to anyone who treats him as human (poor guy just needs a friend ☹️).

Mr Freeze: Literally just dead inside, someone give this poor bastard a hug. Victor stands as the most awkward rogue, he‘s sorta like the odd one out. The other rogues don’t interact with him that often because he’s sort of a party pooper. He’s the straight friend on thin ice, haha get it. Mr Freeze is my sisters favorite Batman villain because she thought the ice puns were funny in Batman in Robin, little does she know I’m embarrassing myself on tumblr in her glory.

Music Meister: So many of the Gotham rogues have horrible childhood trauma and Music Meister is just like “people bullied me for being a theater kid 😩😭💔😔”. In all honesty he’s iconic, in my au universe thingy I have him join the dork squad latter on and he sticks out like a sore thumb for a bit. I feel like him and Jervis would really hit it off though (mind control buddies, ha), although Jervis would always get him to sing Alice in Wonderland songs. In Arkham they have him wear a dog collar thingy and zap him when he sings, he gets bullied for that lol. anyways I’m sure I could make more of these, but it’s 2:20 am and my mind went blank. If y’all liked this I could always put more au headcanons out (I have A LOT)

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