#no closet pigs allowed

[multixsposts]

The Jock

Context-> Suguru Geto is y/ns sneaky link and he demands you tell no one about the relationship. Because outside of you two fucking, you mean nothing to him.

Warnings-> Geto is basically a bully to the reader, name calling will be mentioned.

a/n-> This is a college au if you aren’t fond of strong language, name calling, or sexual scenes then this is not the story for you. Thank you.

Fandom-> Jujutsu Kaisen

Ship-> Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader

This story will contain Sexual Content. Minors Please Do Not Interact.

I DID NOT RE READ THIS.

therefore if there are any typos i’m sorry !.

You were running around your dorm room making sure you got everything for you next class that starts in 20 minutes. You’ve never been late to a class. Ever. and you weren’t about to start now.

Gathering your things you rush out of your room and dash to your class. You don’t think you’ve even ran this fast before, the door to your classroom is approaching so you slowed down a bit to a jog not even bothering to check your surroundings which causes you to bump into someone.

You fall onto the floor, the papers that you had in your folder scattered out in front of you.

“watch where the fuck you’re going, freak.” you look up at the familiar voice only to make eye contact with the schools very popular jock.

Suguru Geto.

Someone you know all to well. You two have been sneaking around for a few months, after the first time you’ve hooked up you came up to him the next day at school and that was the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done.

It was humiliating

He acted like he didn’t even know you, he spat at your feet.

he called you a disgusting pig and told you to get lost.

All while his friends laughed.

everyone laughed at you.

so now..

you don’t know how to end this…thing the two of you have.

You can’t say you don’t enjoy the way he makes you feel when he fucks you.

In fact, you enjoy it so much you almost, almost forget how he treats you outside of the sex you have in the janitors closet.

“s-sorry..” you whisper out as you collect your things that covered the dirty tile.

“tch.” he scoffed as he watched you down at his feet trying to get the folder that was underneath his sneaker.

“um..” you look at him hesitantly. “sorry..but do you mind…l-lifting your foot?.” you ask and his eyebrows bunch together in an irritated expression.

“are you telling me what to do?.” he asks as he squats down to your level. His face close to yours.

A feeling you’re to familiar with yet you could never remember what his lips felt like.

Sometimes he wouldn’t even let you face him while he fucked you stupid.

Let’s just say that the back of your head was more appealing to him.

“oh- n-no it was just a question.” you whimper, as your eyes drift to his friends behind him, their smirks letting you know they’re enjoyed this.

“…whatever.” you hear him grumble out as he stands up quickly- his foot moving off of your folder and you don’t hesitate to grab it.

you stack your things together, keeping your eyes on the floor in front of you only to see a folded up piece of paper.

hm..

you grab it and look up, watching as geto and his jock friends leave you in the empty hallway.

you open the note.

‘after practice meet me underneath the bleachers.’

this was…new. He never left you a note. Usually he just drags you away when you’re alone.

and this was also a new..location. this was out in the open..anyone could see.

he’s not this stupid is he?..



You’re underneath the bleachers just like the note said.

You got here a bit earlier, your anxiety eating you away at what he could possibly want..

This is to public of a place for the two of you have sex. You wouldn’t allow it…

So as you sit, a book in hand, waiting for the football player to join you.

“what’re reading?.” a gruff voice asked to which you jump a little.

Your eyes find his and you smile a bit.

“ah..little women.” you tell him and he looks at you confused.

“you’re reading a book about little people?.. are they fairies or somethin’” he respond and you laugh lightly..

you didn’t catch it but your laugh made the corner of his lip quirk up into the tiniest smile.

some days aren’t as bad as others, you two have conversations every now and then, but the majority of this relationship is no talking and just rough sex. These are the days that make you forget what kind of person he truly is.

“no..it’s not.” you tell him as you stand, dusting the grass and dirt from your jeans as you stuff your book back into your bag.

“mm.” he hums out as he grabs your wrist and starts walking.

“S-Suguru?..” you question.

“what is it?.” he asks, not looking back at you as he continues to walk to the parking lot by the football field.

“where are we going?..” you allowed yourself not to panic as you watch his car grow closer and your staring at the passenger side seat as he holds the door open for you.

“you gonna get in?.”

“uh..w-where are we going?.” you ask once more and ‘tchs’

“it’s a surprise.” this is new. this is all to knew to you.. You have never been with him outside of school.

You have never been inside of his car.

yet you get in and so does he.

The drive was quiet and quick but what you weren’t expecting was..woods.

You two were in the middle of the woods.

is this his way of killing you..

shit.

Your heart rate was starting to pick up.

he helps you out of the car.

“relax.” you hear him say, in a voice so calm you swore it was a different person.

“i-i am relaxed.” you tell him and he rolls his eyes as he grabs your hand. leading you further into the woods.

As you make your way through you hear running water..

you get closer only to see a waterfall and your eyes widen.

“it’s beautiful..” you say with a hushed tone and he smiles a little as he watches you. Noticing how your nerves relaxed as you watch the water flow from the hill down the pool of water below.

“that it is..” he responds as he sits down. You taking a seat next to him.

“how’d you find this place?.” you ask, your eyes never leaving the water.

“i..was just wondering around one day and stumbled upon this. I come here sometimes to…think.” he reveals and you turn your head and look at him.

“why..did you bring me here, suguru.” You ask and he looks at you.

“just..thought we could use a different scenery when we have sex.” you don’t know why you felt your heart sting at those words.. honestly you shouldn’t have expected anything less.

“and…think of it as an apology.” your ears perk up at those words.

“yknow..for all the times i’ve been a douche.” he says and you smile a bit.

Suguru Geto..just gave you an apology.

you couldn’t believe it.

“thank you suguru..” You tell him as you lean in and place your lips onto his.

Things started to escalate pretty quickly as you ended up underneath, Your clothes thrown to the side as he brushes you hair back.

“you’re beautiful..” he whispers out and your eyes widen at such kind words..

He’s never complemented you in this way..

So you blush and he kissed your forehead.

You gasp as he pushes his dick inside of you.

Your nails immediately leaving marks on his back as you need something to grip onto.

“fuck..” he grunts out.

“i’ll never forget how tight this pussy grips me.” He says lowly as he starts to thrust in and out of your wet cunt.

This is completely different from the other times you’ve had sex. He’s being so gentle..so nice…

what’s going on?.. maybe he’s had a change of heart..

“hey..focus on me.” he slaps your cheek lightly as his thrust grow harsher..

“y-yes...sugu~” you moan out, not realizing what you said. As you focus on the way his dick fits perfectly inside of you.

Filling you up so good that your legs shake as you wrap them around his waist.

“f-fuck..princess. Don’t call me that.” He groans as he feels you squeeze around him. Him on the verge of cumming inside of you at your choice of words.

“sugu~..f-faster…” you say not caring how he told you not to call him that. You feel his speed pick up as you hold onto him tightly.

“s-shit..baby…gonna cum..” he moans out as he feels you getting closer to your release.

your heart fluttering at the nicknames he’s using.

“w-where..” he asks

“…i-inside.” your reply makes him stop. and your eyes shoot open as you look at him, panting.

“w…what?.” he says.

“cum inside me..sugu~” you tell him and you brush his hair back.

His pace starting back up quickly as you both cum together.

You moaning as you feel his hot cum spurt out inside of you.

To you this is the best sex the two of you ever had. You silently thinking how different things will be tomorrow..How you’ll be able to talk with him in public, maybe hold his hand.

you couldn’t wait.

but to Suguru Geto..

The way he felt when he saw you smile and laugh at his jokes, made his heart and his head confused. He doesn’t really know why he brought you to his spot. He refuses to believe that these feelings mean anything..so to him this is just a normal day and nothing is going to change.

He’ll back to ignoring you in public and fucking you in private 

This is kind of sloppy and i apologize, but nonetheless i i hope you enjoyed. 

-M

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk suguru #geto suguru #jjk shoko #jjk anime #jujutsu geto #geto x reader #geto smut #jjk smut #anime #anime manga #getou suguru x y/n #gojo satoru #choso kamo #sukuna

[smallgodseries]

I mean, he’s not necessarily scary to anyone except for the person he’s intended to be scary for, and for that person, he’s the worst thing in the entire world.  He’s horror beyond imagining, terror beyond dreams, and his touch is death and his gaze is…

Well, his gaze is somehow worse.

To the mind that makes him, he is the most horrific thing ever to exist, and his laughter steals souls.  To anyone else who happens to catch a glimpse, he’s charming, even quaint; he’s a moon with a laughing face, or a piece of broccoli as large as a person, or a guinea pig with bloodlust in its eyes.  He’s nothing all that terrible at all.

But the strength of childhood fears is in how difficult they are to share.  When you can’t tell anyone what you’re really afraid of, they can’t make the little reassuring noises that allow you to chase the fear away.  “Wolves won’t really come through the living room window and eat you alive” is easy.  “The dinosaurs all died millions of years ago, they can’t come out of your closet and eat you alive” is slightly harder—why did the dinosaurs die?  What killed them?  All too easy to turn a fear of prehistoric predators into a fear of giant meteors.  But “the vacuum cleaner is not alive, aware, and malicious” is very difficult, not least because it’s hard to utter that sentence without laughing.

Doctor Craterface grows strongest in the space between screams and laughter, the place where everyone knows his name, and his face is always different, and the terror is always the same.  Children leave him, but he has his roots in the hearts of the adults they will become, and for them, he will always be at least a little unsettling, even if they can never quite articulate why without a chuckle and a wry expression.

He gets them young.

He has them forever.

#small gods #lee moyer #smallgodseries #seanan mcguire #icons and stories

[wazzi2ya]

This was supposed to be short, and it turned into...lemme get a word counter here...2k+ words.

Managed to get something done from this post, so here we go. Let's hope I can keep the streak up but tbh I start work on monday so who knows lmao.

Anyway here goes:

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The princess had invited everyone out for dinner. One of those ritzy places only Overlords and higher ranking demons like the Deadly Sins and Ars Goetia were allowed to even approach.

Husk had been to one, exactly once, when he was in his full power. He'd been invited by the Von Eldritch patriarch to talk business. He'd been impressed by Husk's main casino and wanted to invest in a new one near his own territory.

He'd never finished closing the deal, as the high of overconfidence the proposition gave him had led him to go on a betting spree. Now, he wasn't the Gambling Demon for nothing. He'd won every game that week, big or small.

Up until Alastor showed up, and the rest was history.

"Motherfucker cheated me in my own game." Husk grumbled under his breath, finishing fixing his tie in front of the mirror. He'd chosen to forgo the usual bow-tie in favor of something half the hotel wouldn't be wearing, for once. He wasn't exactly happy with it, though. The half-Windsor knot was relatively easy, but his huge paws and claws were not cooperating. It lay a bit crooked, not enough to be glaringly noticeable, but anyone experienced could see it a mile away.

Giving up, and thinking Charlie should be glad he's wearing a shirt at all with how much trouble he went through finding something that fit his wings, he opted to grab his dark grey jacket and wait for everyone else at the lobby.

On his way down, he passed by Angel's room, the bright pink hearts adorning it hurting his sensitive eyes. He tried to hurry past to avoid getting the neon shapes burned into his retina, when he heard something crashing into the floor from inside the room, followed by loud cursing and the squealing of Fat Nuggets.

Husk usually minded his own business, but knowing Angel, this could mean anything from a particularly nasty text from Valentino, to having smashed his pinky toe--did he even have toes? Angel wasn't very keen on showing anyone his feet--on a table. Both things could potentially make everyone late if Angel got caught up stewing in his anger.

Steadying himself, Husk knocked quietly on the door. Once. Twice. And waited.

The door swung open a second later, Angel standing in front of him in only a pair of black shorts and long fuzzy pink socks. He looked mad, but his frown softened a notch after seeing it was him.

"Oh, Husky, hi." Angel leaned on the door frame, arms crossing under his chest fluff to make it look bigger. Husk rolled his eyes internally. Most likely something Angel did on instinct at this point. "Can I, uh, can I help you?"

"Yeah, you can tell me what the hell is going on in there that even your pig is screaming." Husk raised an eyebrow, noticing how Angel started to flush under the fur. It was one of the things he couldn't hide with how brightly colored his fur was; the red shone right through.

"Ah, nothing to concern yourself with, don't worry." Angel cleared his throat, trying to use his taller body to block the view of his room. Unfortunately for him, he was thin as a rake and it was very easy for Husk to use his aforementioned sensitive feline eyes to see into the dimly lit room.

A lamp was on the floor, not broken thanks to the fluffy rug covering half of the room, but the bedside table it had been on was askew as well. The vanity mirror right next to it had a few bottles knocked over both on the table and the floor right below. He could see what was most likely Angel's outfit for the night hanging on the door of his closet, something flowy and shiny that he couldn't deduce the shape of just by looking.

What he could recognize was the simple corset laying on the bed, the same lilac shade as the dress.

He was no detective, but Husk could put two and two together.

"Having trouble with anything?" He nodded his chin at the mess inside. "Maybe something getting you a bit tangled up?"

Angel batted a hand at him, clicking his tongue. "Spiders don't get 'tangled up', baby." He looked back inside slowly, biting his lip in consideration. All three pairs of arms were out and crossed, all right hands tapping different rhythms on his opposing elbows. "'Though...if you don't mind lending one of them nice hands of yours..."

Husk had to laugh. "That's gotta be the first time anyone calls them 'nice'." He wiggled his fingers, showing off the dangerous claws he sported. Angel seemed entranced, following the movement closely. "But sure, show me the problem."

Angel snapped out of it, stepping to the side to let him in. Fat Nuggets was sitting on his doggie bed by the corner, but it was clean and almost new; a good sign the piglet spend more time sleeping with Angel in his bed. Whatever had spooked him earlier--likely the falling lamp--clearly wasn't bothering him anymore. He oinked excitedly and rushed to Husk, tapping at the ground with his little hoof, asking to be picked up.

Husk conceded, hanging his jacket on the door knob and quickly lifting him to drop a kiss on his snout before setting him back down on Angel's bed. He swiped the discarded corset off the sheets and turned to Angel, who was silently staring at him with shining eyes after the brief interaction with his pet. "Alright then, get over here."

Angel got there quickly, his long strides making short work of the length of the room. He sat on the velvet stool in front of the vanity, lifting his arms to allow Husk to slide the laced up corset into place. He had to pop in the two lower pairs of arms, as this specific corset didn't have an extra opening for more than the usual.

"I see." Husk chuckled. It was easier to guess now what had happened. "Not used to the lack of extra hands for this kinda job?" He asked, expertly centering the garment in a way it would fit properly when standing, while being comfortable when sitting. He started pulling at the lace in each segment, alternating the top and bottom, slowly tightening it up towards the center.

"Couldn't find a pair in this color that would fit me like that" Angel huffed, blowing at the tuft of hair falling on his face. "The lace got all knotted up and I've spent the last ten minutes setting it back right. Pulled too hard on one and my hand slipped; ended up knocking over half my shit on the floor." He fell silent as he felt the corset cinching around his waist, perfectly in place in record time. "You're good at this. Any dark past you're hiding from me, Kitty?" He teased, standing up to check himself out in the mirror.

"Had some dancing shows in my casino a few years back. Wasn't unusual that they needed help getting ready and I just happened to be near." Husk said, falling back to sit at the edge of the bed next to Fat Nuggets.

Angel hummed as he slipped the dress off the hanger. "Lucky them." He grinned, twirling his pointy finger in circles in the air. "Now, now Husky, I can't put this on with these shorts, so if you don't mind~"

Husk rolled his eyes for real this time, but complied and turned around, sitting cross-legged on the bed as he faced the back wall. Angel hummed as he got ready, and Husk could hear the swishing of the fabric as he got dressed.

"Mind helping me with this too, baby?"

Husk looked back over his shoulder, only to freeze when he found Angel sitting on the stool again, his back to him as he finished tying up the halter top behind his neck. The zipper on the back was open, and it started low enough that Angel couldn't reach it without at least his middle arms, which were hidden away due to lack of accommodating space in the attire.

Husk stood, stumbling a bit as he tripped on his own feet. His tail was swishing as he walked up to Angel, pupils considerable dilated even for the dimness of the room. He couldn't explain why, but he had no problem seeing or even touching a near naked Angel.

But to see him almost completely dressed up, with only the small detail of an unzipped dress over his half-bared back...it twisted a knot in his throat.

Angel had a long torso, so if he didn't get his clothes made to fit, then he'd adapt what he could find. The corset was off the rack, so it was too short for him and he used it mostly to accentuate his waist. It ended below his chest, leaving his upper back exposed, which worked perfectly for this specific dress. In Husk's opinion it worked way better as an eye-catcher than the usual shorter, more revealing attires Angel would wear to work or for casual days out with Cherri.

When so little was on display, it almost made him want to reach out a hand and...

"I never really wear this one." Angel spoke suddenly, making Husk jump as he was snapped out of his haze. "It's a hassle when I'm alone, even without the damn corset."

Husk hummed, placing a hand carefully on Angel's exposed bit of back to keep him sitting straight. A shiver ran down Angel's spine and made Husk chuckle. "Pity. It's a nice dress. The color suits you well."

Angel laughed breathily, shifting a bit in his seat as Husk grabbed the delicate zipper and slowly dragged it up, the dull side of his claws running up his lower back over the shiny satin. "Aw, you sayin' there's something that don't suit me, babycakes?"

"You know that won't work on me" Husk said softly, his voice low and gravelly resonating like a beating drum within Angel's rib cage, in tandem with the quickening beating of his heart. "But no, I don't think there's anything that won't suit you." He finished fastening the small clasp right above where the zipper ended, and ran the back of his hand down Angel's back to flatten the fabric in place.

Angel gasped quietly at the feeling, holding his breath for a few seconds before releasing it slowly. He stood up, the fabric of the skirt falling like water around his legs. A slit running up his left thigh to the hip showed his leg, and Husk grinned at the sight of the fuzzy pink sock he still had on, clashing completely with the rest of the outfit.

"I'll let you finish getting ready then." He pointed at the sock with his chin, smile widening when Angel realized he still had them on. Angel puffed his cheeks and moved the skirt to cover his leg. Husk laughed and was about to turn to leave, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him in place.

"Not so fast." Angel's voice called him back, and when he turned to face him, he was standing right there, bent at the hip thanks to the corset. He brought the other hand to Husk's other shoulder, dragging both together down his chest. "Lemme help ya a bit, too."

Husk felt more than saw Angel untying his tie, making quick work of fixing it into a perfect full Windsor. Or at least that's what it seemed. He was too busy noticing the subtle makeup Angel had applied before getting dressed. It was barely there, so he hadn't seen it before, but the dark eyeliner making his eyes look sharper and the hint of clear lip gloss were all he could see now.

Angel wasn't even looking at him, eyes focused on fixing his tie and straightening up his shirt, even going as far as tucking it in better in his pants. There wasn't the slightest hint of sexual intent in the gesture; it was actually strangely domestic.

"That style goes better with your shirt. You got a jacket?" Angel asked, and Husk wordlessly turned back to the door, where he'd left it hanging from the knob once he entered the room. Angel huffed and checked it for wrinkles, brushing some fuzz off the shoulders. He was about to hand it over when he paused, and quickly draped it over his own shoulders like a cape, checking himself out in his mirror and chuckling before finally giving it back. "Well, what do you know? Looks good like this too."

Husk accepted it silently, letting it hang from his forearm as he followed Angel to the door. Angel's perfume wafting from the garment and into his nose.

"Thanks, Husk." Angel smiled at him, something small and sincere, and Husk felt his heart skip a beat at the lack of any nickname for him. "I'll see you downstairs?"

"Sure." He hesitated for a moment, an aborted step to the side as he almost went on his way before catching himself. He grabbed Angel's hand and brought it to his face, kissing his knuckles quickly before hightailing it out of there, practically flying down the flights of stairs to the lobby.

Angel's hand remained where Husk had released it, hanging in midair as he stared at the spot Husk had been a second before. He brought his hand to his chest, biting his cheek to keep the stupid grin that wanted to overtake his face.

He turned back inside and closed the door. He still had to finish getting ready.

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Angel's dress is something like this but lilac, with the back starting a bit higher to cover up the corset. He's a long boy, it'd work anyway, ha.

Might post this to ao3 as well, for clout lmao.

Anyway, I'll see if I can do something more with prompts later, byeeee.

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #angelhusk

[gummie-cat]

Pizza and secrets.

Desc: Charlie finds you diary and reads what you wrote about him in it.

warnings: Kissing, making out, closeted feelings, fluff, crushes

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After school you normally had Charlie over. it was a basic routine you've had in place since the 6th grade. And its now your senior year in high school and you're still doing the same practice. Today your guys agreement was to study. You both knew you wouldn't end up studying and you'd just get distracted but you enjoyed the company. Especially when its a guy you like.

You guys finally got out of school and were rushing to your car which was parked in the student lot off to the side of the school. You were so excited to get home. You absolutely HATED your school. "soooo what did you need help studying with again?" Charlie asked as soon as you guys sat down in the car. "just some homework shouldn't take long." You say as you start up your car and put some music on.

When you guys finally make it to your house the shut off the car and go inside. Both you and Charlie make a b-line to the kitchen to pig out. You see your mom sitting at the kitchen table doing some work (you assume) and say hi. "honey, me and your father are going out in a few for our anniversary. we probably wont be back until late can you please let out and feed the dog?" your mom said following slowly behind you guys as you made your way to the kitchen. "Yeah sure thing mom." You say opening the fridge and pulling out the lemonade. Charlie grabs 2 cups and slides them over to you. "Oh and by the way Charlie can stay over if you want because its a Friday." Your mom adds as she walks away going to her room to get ready.

You nod and you and Charlie walk up to your room with your stuff. "so what class is the homework for? or did you just fool me." Charlie says taking a seat at your desk and turning to face you. "I do actually have homework thank you very much. its for fucking geometry." you say sitting criss cross on your bed. "here lemme see if i can help." He says as he rolls your desk chair next to your bed. You pull out the paper and hand it to him and he takes one quick glance at it and says “yeah fuck no.” as rolls away back to your desk. “ughhhh” you exclaim as you toss the paper to the side. “ya know what. im gonna go order pizza. you stay here loser” You say as you get up and leave your room. “REMBER TO GET-“ you cut him off before he can finish “HALF PEPPERONI GOT IT.” you say marching down the stairs.

You pick up the phone and dial the local pizza place number and place your order. You then walk slowly upstairs and when you get to your bedroom door entrance you see Charlie flipping though and reading your diary. ‘SHIT. i left it out’ you think to yourself as you walk up and snatch it out of his hands. “Jesus y/n…” He says clutching his chest like you just scared him. “Stop snooping around in my room.” You tell him hitting him on the head with it. “Correction, i wasnt snooping. It just so happened to be on your desk.” He said puffing out his chest a little. You roll you eyes dramatically “are you done?” you say crossing your arms. “not yet… did you mean what you said about me? like all the ‘being jealous of kirby because im obsessed with her’?” He replies looking at you seriously. You blush and curse yourself for allowing you to leave your diary out and for this situation to happen. “Maybe…” you say nervously. Afraid of loosing a life long friendship. “So you meant what you said when you said you would kiss me?” He says. Now getting up from your desk chair and inching closer to you. “i- uhm… maybe?” You say obviously blushing even harder. You just wanted to die because of the embarrassment. If he told anyone you would never hear the end of if. “so would it be okay if i kissed you now?” He said slowly walking up to you and stroking your arm gently waiting for your response. But you’re dumbfounded. You can barely think. “y-yes…” you say growing redder and redder by the second.

He pulls you in by the jaw and kisses your lips passionately. Then he pulls back and smiles at you. “w-why’d you stop?” You say looking up into his eyes. “because i wanted to make sure you were okay and i didn’t want to assume you wanted to make out… which now im sensing was what you thought was going to happen.” He said smiling softly chuckling lightly. “I mean I did but like only if you wanted to because i want you to fee-“ you’re cut of by his mouth making contact with yours again. But a lot more aggressive this time. You quickly gather a rhythm and he starts to slip you his tongue. God you’re melting and your core is starting to become soaked just from getting touched the tiniest bit. He bites your lip and you whimper. He quickly swallows your whimpers and grins against your mouth. He starts to walk you back towards the bed and you fall on your back. He pins you to the bed and he starts kissing you. Slowly moving down to your jaw and then you neck to find your sweet spot. He knows he finds it because you whimper his name weakly. And once he finds it he abuses it. He starts sucking and nibbling quickly relieving the bite with his tongue. Meanwhile your whimpering his name as you become needy and sensitive. Suddenly you hear the doorbell. The pizza. He lifts his head from your neck and turns back around to face your bedroom door. “That must be the pizza huh?” He says looking back at you and grinning. “yeah uhm we should probably…” you say gesturing to your guys’s position. “Oh yeah right.” He says getting up and stumbling a little bit. Scratching the back of his next nervously he has a stupid look on his face. You cant help but give him a little smile before running down and paying for the pizza and bringing it back up to your room. You find charlie waiting on the bed for you. You bring the pizza box over and pop a movie on your tv. But its just background noise as you snuggle up into his arms. “ya know… im not obsessed with kirby.” He speaks up over the stupid show you guys are watching. “huh? what do you mean?” You say lifting your head to look at him. “I mean i wasn’t obsessed with kirby this whole time… i was obsessed with you. It was just a cover up. I love you” you snuggle up more into his side. “ I love you too Charlie.” You slowly close your eyes and fall asleep.

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word count: 1200 words

A/N: okay so it wasnt really smut but this is what i wanted to start it off with. I’ll work on one thats a lil more smutty next time but yeah hope you enjoyed :) I know this is a bjt short but ive been having sum writers block so i hope you enjoyed!!

this was also posted to my wattpad @Alex66035

#charlie walker x reader #charlie walker smut #scream #scream 4

[billyhargrovesslut]

Mentally Cheating

Billy Hargrove x plus size reader

Summary: being with Steve has its ups and downs but the way Billy's been looking at you has stirred a new feeling inside you.

Warning: smoking, cheating, self-conscious

thoughts, +size reader, bullying

F/c = favorite color

Yn pov

The sun has been blaring down for a few days now and it's taken quite some time to actually convince myself to go to the public pool I normally wasn't the self-conscious type it only started a few months ago when Steve commented on my dietary while on a date

It kinda wasn't only that since I've been dating Steve the girls at my school would laugh and stare while whispering to their friends and Steve just says I'm just being dramatic and over thinking things before leaving me alone in the hallway to join up with Nancy for a 'project'

I knew something was happening between them but I could never get the courage to actually confront him maybe he is right and I do need to start cutting back on food, I groaned as I tried on my third bikini but my tummy pooled out a little I quickly changed out of my costume and walked over to my closet trying to find a different costume

I dug and scratched till I found one of my nice one piece it was f/c with a zip on my chest from the neck to the belly button the fabric was soft to the touch and kinda gleamed in the sun light I rushed to put it on and threw on a pair of black shorts before heading out to my car

I tapped my steering wheel to the rhythm of the soft tones that played over the radio as I pulled into the parking and luckily there was I nice shaded spot under a tree near the entrance I quickly made my way paying the entrance fee and sighed out a breath of contentment

The pool wasn't as packed as usual so a few chairs were left unused I walked over to one by the far corner and set my stuff down before sitting in the chair I closed my eyes and leaned my head back 'maybe this wasn't so bad' all I could hear was a few children splashing in the water while a few adults talk just a bit aways from me but then I heard it the giggling the same exact giggling I hear everyday of school

I didn’t open my eyes just praying for them to leave me alone but they didn't "I didn't know they allowed pigs in here" one mocked happily "maybe to eat all they tras" another tried to speak but was cut off "the only thing we don't allow in here are sluts and bullys so I think it's best you leave" I opened my eyes looking towards my savior

My eyes widen at who it was, billy hargrove in his full glory his uniformed shorts pulled dangerous low showing off his v-line while his 6-pack glistened from a thin layer of sweat the girls groaned before leaving "thank you" I mumbled as a blush rose to my cheeks it wasn't really the first time he saved me it seems he's a better knight in shining armor then steve

"No problem, your yn right, im billy, billy hargrove" he smiled, my eyes widened as I never really introduced myself it was normally a quick thank you before rushing off to class "yes that's me we have chemistry together well also maths, english" i quickly shut my mouth as I droned on "sorry" I squeaked looking away from him, he just shook his head while smiling

"Don't be I mean how could I forget a beautiful face like yours" he laughed as he took a seat across from mine my cheeks turned a bright red making his grin turn into a smirk as he stared at me I finally looked back at him gazing into his eyes as he did mine the way he stared at me caused me to have butterflies and my heart skip a beat

"Maybe billy is my knight in shining armor or am I just mentally cheating".

(Should I make a smutty part two?)

#stranger things #stranger things x reader fluff #stranger things x reader angst #stranger things x reader #stranger things billy hargrove #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x reader fluff #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader angst #tw.cheating

[goingmerryied]

The Pirate who Loved Me- Chapter 1

18+

Masterlist

Bridgerton kind of meets One Piece in this.

Summary: (Y/N) grew up in a noble home and island. Her family were members of high class, and were invited to lavish parties thrown by the highest members of society. Although she was raised to be a proper woman, she always longed for something more in life. At the age of 18, she is now ready to enter the social season and her father is to find her a suitable husband much to her dismay.

That same season, a group of rookie pirates in a submarine land on the noble island to secure funds and supplies for their next adventure.

*3 years before Luffy sets out on his adventure*

Pairing: Trafalgar D. Law x reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ explicit sexual themes, Teasing, Dom Trafalgar D. Water Law, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (Be Safe Out There), Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex, Creampie, Pet Names, Overstimulation, Biting, Bruises, Hair-Pulling, Aftercare

I do not own the rights to Bridgerton and One Piece

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"My Lady, per your mother's orders we must fit the corset as tight as possible."

"Until I can't breathe?" I snap back as my lady's maid Lana as she fastens the strings to the corset that will keep me entrapped under the elegant dress my mother had fashioned for me. She was obsessed with the fabric once the designer had drawn her eye to it. It was a gold silk gown that was lined with gold beads.  My necklace was a line of gold bows that were mixed with the finest diamonds. My hair was placed up with a feather attached to the top which made me feel absolutely ridiculous. It was beautiful but it was not me.

My breathing continued to hitch as Lana tugged and tightened the corset. A brief knock and my door opening stopped us both as my mother walked in. She looked me up and down as tears began to form in her eyes. I mentally groan as she observed me as if I were her prized pig that she had raised for the past 18 years.

"Oh my darling you look absolutely stunning!" She exclaimed and tears spilled down her face. I gave her as a big a smile as I can muster but deep down I resented her for this. How could she be okay with marrying her daughter off to a complete stranger? How could she allow her husband to find a match that would better the family's image rather than ensure the happiness of her own daughter?

"You are going to find a husband in no time there's no doubt about it. You're father is not going to have any trouble securing your match once the rest of the nobles lay eyes on you. I'm sure of it. Your beauty is unmatched compared to the other ladies this season. I'm so glad to have bred a beautiful daughter " She exclaimed. I felt sick to my stomach.

"Mother you act as if I'm getting married today," I say as Lana tied the knot to hold the restrictive undergarment. She walked to the closet to pull out the dress I was to wear to be shown off to the Queen of our tiny island. God, Sabo, Ace and Luffy would be mortified to know that I was still trapped on this island, following the traditional noble values, but it was for their safety.

When mine and Sabo's parents had found our whereabouts in the forest with Ace and Luffy 8 years ago, we were both forced back to our lives as nobles. We were also under a very watchful eye, I more so than Sabo. However, he still managed to flee from his babysitter, but that only ended in tragedy for him and heartbreak for Ace, Luffy and I.

After the celestial dragon destroyed Sabo's ship, I was able to run from my bodyguard in order to find Ace and Luffy but my parent's guards were much quicker in finding me. My parents were beyond furious at my attempt of another escape, so much so they locked me away in my room, training me to be a proper wife until I turned 18 and was ready to be presented for the social season. During that time, I was given the news that Gray Terminal was set a blaze leaving me to believe that Ace and Luffy were also gone.

It wasn't until years later that I saw a wanted poster of Ace, I cried with joy knowing that he was out living his dream. He was free. He was living the life he wanted, his dreams of becoming pirates stayed alive. Now I could only hope that Luffy would do the same if he was alive.

I on the other hand played the role of the perfect daughter, entrapped in her room and being trained to obey the man that I would call my husband. I fought back as much as I could but it would only lead to nights without dinners and harsh slaps to the face from both my mother and father. Then a month after my 18th birthday came a night were I decided I would make my escape, the security guard on post fell asleep and I saw an opportunity to finally leave this god forsaken island.

I grabbed whatever supplies I deemed necessary and made it all the way to the dock. I was to take my father's fishing boat and find a way to maneuver it. Dangerous I know but I couldn't take it anymore. Just as I was getting ready to push the small boat from the dock I heard the footsteps. Multiple footsteps heading my way, I then heard the guns being raised towards me.

"Did you really think you would be able to get away so easily (Y/N)?" My father was beyond livid when I looked into his eyes.

"I thought you had broken this habit but it seems you were just trying to deceive us so you could run away to be with that criminal." I knew he was talking about Ace. I would join his crew in a heartbeat if I had found him but now I would never get the chance to. I stumbled as the boat was pulled back to the dock and I began to get as far away as I could from my father. However he had harshly grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the boat.

"Grab whatever supplies she stole and bring them back to our home." He stated as he pushed her into the carriage.

"I've had enough of these games (Y/N). You are not to leave the house unless you are chaperoned by your mother, lady's maid or I. You are not to leave your room unless your mother or I allow it. You are only allowed to speak with staff. If you as so much try to step foot outside your room, I will have Marine admirals chase down your little friend and have him killed with his head brought to us on a platter. Are we clear?"

The hatred I had for my father that night continues to find new ways to spread through me. I was ashamed to be his daughter. How could he threaten my brother like that? How could I leave knowing I would put his life in danger?

"Miss?"

"Yes, Lana?" I respond as I'm brought back from my thoughts.

"Your parents are waiting for you downstairs."

"Of course they are. We should not keep them waiting then." I say.

Lana held the back of my dress as I walked carefully down the stairs. My mother and father waiting at the bottom as each step got heavier as I walked.

"My darling daughter, I'm so glad you finally came to your senses" my father say as he meets me at the foot of the stairs and holds his elbow out for me to take. I grimace and hook my arm into his as he escorts me to the carriage, my mother following close behind.

"No funny business (Y/N), you'll soon be out of our household with your new husband, but I'll still keep a close eye on you. Remember what I said."

"I wouldn't ever dream of running away again father, it was foolish of me to try." I say but he sees straight through my bullshit.

"Very well then. Off we go."

The carriage ride to the royal palace was short and hot. I felt as if the dress would melt of my skin as the sun turned the small box into an oven. My fan could only do so much to keep me from sweating while my father had sweated through his coat. Bad day to wear blue old man. It was ridiculous that Goa Kingdom kept up with present day hygiene but couldn't bother to add air conditioning to their must have carriages. They liked to stay in a regency style era to make their island more appealing, all the more reason to run to the hills from this place.

We soon arrived at the palace and although I was ready to jump out of the carriage, I, a proper lady had to wait for her lordship to exit before she is to exit. As my father exit he turned and held his hand out for me to take. I don't wait a second longer before I'm clambering out of the wheeled oven before I began to overcook. The cool breeze hits my skin and I relish in it. I begin to look around at all the other ladies that are to be introduced. They all seemed happy and were shaking from excitement, I on the other hand felt my corset getting even tighter and my lungs struggling to intake oxygen. I see many of the men who are here looking for wives this season and none of them are charmers.

"There's a an abundance of excellent men to pick out for you dear. Don't worry we'll secure you the perfect match" says my mother as she exits behind me. We begin to follow the crowd towards the entrance, as we enter my mother and I are separated into a room where all the other ladies who are to be introduced are.

"Mother, I need a drink." I say as I begin to get warm again.

"Don't wander too far dear, the procession shall start soon." I nod and make my way over the refreshment table. There are two male staff members behind who are oddly arguing with each other. Generally royal staff are as quiet and still as can be. Simply staring straight as they serve guests. However these two are whispering in hushed tones as I approach them. They both look up as I make it to the table.

"Wow pretty girl." The orange haired one looks at me dumbfounded as the other one nudges him. I giggle as the other one smiles.

"Excuse him miss, what can I get for you?" He asks.

"Lemonade please." I respond.

He begins to pour the drink as his friend continues to burn holes into my face.

"Is your friend alright, he seems to be drooling a bit." I ask

"He's fine, he's just feeling the effects of the heat."

"I don't blame him if I could I would take this dress off entirely and let the breeze cool me down."

Just as I said that the orange man hair mouth hangs open and blood begins to pour down his nose. His friend pinches his own nose and pushes him towards the bathroom.

"Is there a problem here?" A man with raven black hair that run down the side of his face asks. His grey eyes are somehow bright as dull as they are but hold a serious demeanor behind them.

"This young woman was just looking for a refreshment sir. Shachi on the other hand is feeling a bit sick due to the warmth and the crowd beginning to grow."

"You should have him take a minor break sir. It is a bit hot, I was just telling them that I myself am sweltering with all the layers on. I can only imagine how you all feel." I reason with him, he was handsome indeed. I could see tattoos peeking from his chest that he tried to hide with the uniform but failing.

"Noted ma'am. I'll be sure to have a doctor check on him. Penguin continue serving the guests."

"(Y/N) it's time!" I can hear my mother yell. I take a deep breath and down my lemonade in one go. When I look back up and see the staff member eyeing me in shock.

"Ma'am I can assure you that you'll be able to find an adequate match." He says amused.

"What if I don't want an adequate match?" I whisper but he hears.

"A noble woman not wanting to marry into another wealthy family that's a first."

"This noble woman wishes she were never weathly in the first place. I want to be free of this life but I can't."

"Sure you can."

"I'm sure that's easier for you to say Mr..."

"Law. Just call me Law."

"Nice to meet you Law, I'm (Y/N) (L/N). You know I find this whole ordeal a bit odd. Royal staff members aren't usually this talkative, mainly due to fear of punishment from the royal family." I say looking around to see if anyone has taken notice of our small conversation, but everyone is concerned about their presentation to the Queen.

"Let's just say I'm allowed to break the rules a bit as these guy's boss." He smiles a bit and looks me up and down. I hate to say it but I grow a bit insecure under his gaze, my breath hitches but not because of the corset but the way his grey eyes analyze my features right before me.

"How-"

"(Y/N)! Pardon us sir but we must get going now for my daughter's presentation."

"Of course, apologies my lady." He answers, I look back to him and he gives me a nod and smile. I felt my breath hitch as I smile back at the mysterious staff member. If only he were one of my options, I would accept his courtship almost immediately with or without my parent's approval. However I can't be so ridiculous I've only met the man, yet his are like staring deep into a clouded sky. There's beauty and there's mystery behind them that I would like to know more about.

The staff begins to take our names and we are lined up to make our debut, i feel my hands begin to shake. It's becoming real now, the fact that I may never get to have my freedom. My chest begins to cave in itself and my mother grips my arm tighter as to reassure me. However this only make me angrier with her, I want to cry, but I can't. We are third to walk and it will be over much faster than I believe it to be. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

The door opens and the first pair go, I can see the queen awaiting at the end of the procession to see who is being presented this season. The queen is famous for choosing one special person to be her diamond. The diamond is what every lady who begins her courtship wants to be. She is to have the first eyes of all the bachelors and is usually the first off the market. She is also the most beautiful lady in the Queen's eye. Once she picks her diamond, she'll generally call off the rest of the procession as there is nothing more to look for. However I do not have the luck of being in the crowd that is called off as I am in the first three.

Before I know it, my mother and I are next to walk. We take our places at doors and wait for the footman to announce us.

"Just smile dear and remember to bow to the queen. All eyes are on you know?"

That last sentence didn't calm me at all. I would rather not have eyes on me.

"Presented by her mother Viscountess Eleanor (L/N)."

Here goes nothing, to calm my nerves I think about Ace, Sabo and Luffy. They would be dying of laughter seeing me so dressed up, and walking oh so elegantly to the Queen of Goa Kingdom. The thought alone brings a smile to my face which I'm sure makes my parents happy. I began to look around at all the guests in attendance. My father content with how I am behaving. I move my head slightly to the right and catch grey eyes once more. He's looking at me and nods once more as encouraging me. As if I'm doing just fine yet I was anything but fine.  As we reach the end my mother and I both bow. I then see the Queen's dress move and she begins to descend down. She places her gloved hand under my chin and gently lifts it up. I make eye contact with her and slowly stand a bit. She simply smiles at me and says the words I never thought were possible to me.

"Flawless my dear. A true diamond. I've seen enough for the evening." She says. She places a gentle kiss on my forehead. My mother pinches me.

"Thank you your grace." She nods and simply walks out of the room. The crowd begins to the disperse. I had to say I am completely flattered by the Queen, never would I have thought to be considered beautiful, nevertheless a diamond in the eyes of the Queen. However, there is pang in my chest and my nerves begin to twist. That means that my wedding date may have drew nearer and more callers would be at our door soon enough. My chance at freedom was running out.

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"I can't believe I'm saying this but I actually agree with the government for once. That girl is beautiful." Shachi says as he and Penguin stand on either side of Law.

Penguin rolls his eyes and Law chuckles a bit "Did you get the information you need captain? Do you want me to ask Bepo to ready the Polar Tang?" Penguin asks.

"Not just yet. There's some more information I'd like to find out, have the crew dock somewhere safe and away from here. We may be here for a couple of months." Law says as he watches the young woman be whisked away by her parents. Every eye in the room is following her as were his.

#trafalgar law x you #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar one piece #one piece sabo #bepo one piece #one piece #fanfic #fandom #nami #roronoa zoro #asl brothers

[all-hail-the-crows]

Just wrote some Lenzshire smut 🤙

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Wrong Number

The manor fell silent as Mr and Mrs Heelshire left for their evening walk, closing the back door gently in hopes that their son wouldn’t notice their departure. He did though. Of course he did, Brahms noticed everything around the house. It was his world, and yet the times when his parents went out, times like these, were some of the few times he was allowed to freely roam throughout the manor. 

Brahms peeked warily out of a panel in the wall, one of dozens of secret entrances to the Brahms’s passageways throughout the house. The large man crawled out into the living room, eyes resting on the piano for a moment as he stood up before turning toward the kitchen. Whatever hobby he decided to indulge in today would wait till after he got something to eat. 

He brushed a hand against his mask for a feeling of security as his eyes trained on the too-large-for-comfort kitchen windows as Brahms inched towards the freezer where his parents kept the leftovers. After selecting something that looked half decent and heating it up, the porcelain-faced man retreated to the comparatively safer location of his childhood bedroom, he settled on the floor to eat. Brahms glazed around for the wretched thing that his parents had replaced him with, though it didn’t seem to be anywhere in the room. He frowned, jerking his head to the side to kick the bedside table and knocking it over. 

The mix of shame and jealousy followed Brahms as he left his, no the doll’s, room and made his way back down to the library, hoping to find a book to read. He selected a few that he hadn’t already and began reading the back covers while seated on the piano bench. Just as he was deciding which book to borrow for the night (his mum would notice if he took more than one, and he didn’t especially like being scolded), the phone in the guest bedroom upstairs began to ring. At first, Brahms didn’t move, no one ever called on the guest phone. The delivery boys and other off-location staff that the Heelshires had all called on the main phone, so it could only be a wrong number caller. This opened up a whole line of opportunity for Brahms, as he never got to speak to anyone but his parents, and even then under the forced pretense of still being their darling little eight-year-old boy. 

Completely disregarding the books he had been examining moments before, Brahms stood and raced into one of his passages, he made his way out of the guest room closet just before too many rings sounded off, and picked up the phone. Brahms cleared his throat before saying anything, not wanting the person on the other end to be under the notion that they were speaking to a child. Before the could say anything in his real voice though, the person on the other end of the line started in.

“Hhhh, you pig. You fucken bitch…” The caller took a moment to gurgle off unintelligible words, almost like a choking animal. Brahms wasn’t sure what to say to all this, but he didn’t want to hang up just yet, wrong number callers were so rare.

“Billy’s gonna shove his fat cock down your pretty piggy throat… you’ll like that won’t you? Sucking on my fat cock, sucking… sucking till you can’t breathe.  Then Billy’ll-”

“Sir, I’m afraid I don’t think I’m who you meant to reach.” Brahms interrupted, unsure if his cheeks had grown hot out of disgust with what the other had said, or out of shame that he hadn’t hung up already. The caller, Billy, paused. Then he broke out into chortle, followed by a string of words.

“Piggy has got such a voice, would sound even better gagging on Billy's cock though. Such a deep voice, bet you’d beg Billy for more with that pretty voice, beg for me to stroke your dick. You have a dick piggy? Billy wants to lick it, run his tongue up your shaft and lick it, lick it lick it, lick it, lick it.” Billy repeated that phrase for a while, long enough for Brahms to seat himself on the guest bed, his interest building, and any shame he may have felt long abandoned.

“Would you…mista?” Brahms asked, unsure of how exactly to respond to the depraved caller, but unable to ignore the fact that he was enjoying this, as well as the growing mound in his pants. Billy let out a shrieking giggle. 

“You like that, you piggy slut?” He chortled, clearly enjoying that someone was for once indulging in his ‘hobby’. Brahms could hear a rhythmic movment on the other end of the line, a sound that he knew all too well from his own lonely nights in his attic room. Brahms reached down to rub against his still-clothed dick, palming himself as Billy continued to spill out degrading words, Brahms closed his eyes and furrowed his brows in pleasure.

“Pretty-voiced piggy wants Billy’s juicy cock inside him.” It was more of a statement that Brahms wasn’t about to contradict than a question. “Slamming at his insides and stretching piggy out, ruining poor piggy’s pathetic hole.” Billy set off on laughing, screeching jumble of noise, making Brahms wince and hold the phone away from his ear even as he bit his lip to hold back a building moan. 

With reddened cheeks behind his porcelain face, Brahms ducked a hand into his trousers, clutching at his embarrassingly hard cock. He pressed the phone to his ear, letting out a whimper into the receiver as he used his thumb to circle his tip. Billy felt silent at the noise.

“Billy…” Brahms murmured into the phone, his breathing growing almost as heavy as Billy’s as he jerked himself off. 

He could feel pre cum beginning to leak out as he imagined the vulgar man making good on his promises. Working Brahms’s cock with his mouth, licking long stripes up his shaft, and drooling all over his balls. Brahms moaned again into the receiver and thrust his hips upwards into his hand. 

“Filthy piggy,” Billy giggled almost sweetly into Brahms’s ear. “You want me to hold you down so you can’t go anywhere? Fuck you till you can’t breathe, piggy?” Billy let out a string of moans and wails that made Brahms’ heart race and his dick throb in his hand. 

“Yes, please. I do want that.” He moaned, stroking faster, hand gripping almost painfully tight. 

“Billy’s filthy piggy wants him to bend him over and fuck his tight ass till piggy squeals and screams and moans and begs for Billy to stop,” his breathing grew somehow heavier. Brahms stifled another moan, sandwiching the phone against his shoulder. He reached down with his other hand to press against his hole, fingers slick with his own precum as he massaged his entrance. 

“I’ll fuck you till you’re cumming, till Billy’s creaming inside you, making a big mess out of poor piggy’s ass. Billy’ll fill you up with his hot cum, fill up his piggy’s hole until you can't keep it in and it’s dripping out and leaking all over.” He let out a snorting laugh that morphed into a lengthy moan that sent a rush to Brahms’s throbbing cock, the heat in him growing almost painfully. He had begun to press a finger into his ass, opening up his tight hole, stretching it nowhere near as well as he was sure Billy could, but whimpering under his own touch nonetheless. 

Brahms continued to stroke his cock, throwing his head back as the heat inside him overflowed and thick, hot cum shot onto his stomach, the world going blank for a moment. When his mind drifted back, Billy had gone back to moaning and gasping, sounds of slurping and wet rubbing traveling through the phone. 

“You cum piggy? Billy talk you over so well that you creamed yourself?” Brahms could hear the grin in Billy’s voice. Brahms moaned in agreement, fingers tracing through the spilled seed on his stomach. “Filthy pig, Billy’s gonna cum. Pretty-voiced slut wants Billy to fill him up, poor needy piggy.” Brahms squirmed with pleasure under Billy’s words as the vulgar man became increasingly sporadic. “Wants Billy to slam his juicy cock into him, fuck him till he can’t stand, Billy’ll fuck his pretty pretty piggy until it hurts. Filthy piggy… you fucken whore, Billy’s gonna find you, going to make piggy scream.” He snorted. “Scream piggy, scream for Billy… Filthy Billy... Nasty-” 

Slam

Brahms flinched back as the other end of the line went dead. He glanced down at the cum across his midsection and his already growing-hard cock. Billy’s words bounced around his head as Brahms set the phone back into its place, staring at it for a moment, wishing that Billy would call back. His heart raced while staring at the phone, but after standing there for a moment, nothing happening, Brahms sighed, turning back to his secret passageways to hide away in his room once more. He could only wait for the next wrong number and hope it was as interesting as this one, and until then, the memory of Billy’s sickly sweet voice and the threats? Promises? He had made would stay with Brahms for a long while.

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I never post the smut I write, so I donno. If you made it this far, I guess you liked it, so thanks :)

#billy lenz #black christmas #brahms heelshire #black christmas 1974 #lenzshire #slasher smut #billy lenz x brahms heelshire #slashers #slasher fandom #the boy #the boy 2016

[siempre-bucky]

Tell Me a Secret | Ch. 3 Torn Brown Couch

Tutor!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie finally takes the tutoring sessions beyond the school's grounds, reluctantly agreeing to tutor you at his trailer.

wc: 2.6k

pt. 3 of 7 | Masterlist

A/n: here's part 3! i'm hoping to update this once a week!

October brought in a new chill of cold weather and a dreaded fear of midterms. Sure, you'd always have the pre-test nerves that made you spend countless hours in the library, but this was way worse. Being on the verge of failing a class would do that to a person, but then Eddie completely shattered your spirit with a monotone voice. "We have to cancel our session tonight." 

Your head jolted upward, dry eyes adjusting to see more than the twelve-inch font of your textbook. Your death grip on your styrofoam cup threatened to have blistering hot coffee spill all over the bench. "You can't be serious! Eddie!" You shrieked. 

He wanted to chuckle at your shallow breathing and how you looked at him with wide eyes. "Y/N," he spoke, trying to conceal the chuckle. 

"Oh my God! I'm having heart palpitations!" You panted, placing your heart over your chest. 

Eddie took another hit off his joint, trying again to hold in the laughter.  “Let’s go, princess. You’re gonna make me late for the class I don’t want to go to.” 

You raced to pack your belongings, the conversation was far from ending! You followed Eddie all the way to the front doors of the school complaining and pleading. “Midterms! Eddie, I need all the help I can get. We can’t cancel…why are we canceling?” 

Eddie stopped in front of the doors, “I have a thing tonight,” he answered vaguely. You huffed and reached for the icy door knob, only to have your hand slapped away by him so he could open the door for you and allow you to enter before him. 

You gave him a small and pouty thanks before continuing with your rant. “What about right after school?” you asked. 

“Make-up test. That’s your fault, by the way, I was ok with failing that one.” He looked to the ground to ignore the surprised eyes that lingered on him. “After?” 

“I have a council meeting.” 

Eddie grumbled and shook his head disapprovingly. “I don't think it’s gonna work out, sweetheart.” 

Reaching Eddie’s classroom, you leaned on the doorframe and crossed your arms. You were running out of options. Now could you accept your fate and wait till later in the week? Of course, but you started to grow fond of the routine you had with the metalhead. You were becoming attached, falling harder and harder for him with each session. Flattery, you thought, he loves flattery. “I can’t do this without you,” you pouted, turning on the charm, “you’re the best tutor I’ve ever had.” 

Eddie narrowed his eyes. Dammit you got him. For a moment he couldn’t believe he was doing this. “Come by my place at six. I’ll give you the address later. You’re lucky that shit works on me, Y/N.” I can’t say no to you. 

You grin and reach out to squeeze his bicep, “I know,” you giggled, “that’s why I did it. I’ll see you at lunch.” 

God, he couldn’t believe he did that. His trailer was meant for drug deals and his uncle's friends who came over to play poker on their days off. It wasn’t meant for the object of his desire, a shiny diamond didn’t belong in the pig pen he lived in. He panicked all day, and even now standing in the middle of the living room osbserving the state of the trailer. 

Eddie paced back and forth debating if it was even worth the cleaning. It actually looked decent this week, with only a few things on the floor, the table and counter mostly cleaned up, and his bong put away properly in his closet. In the back of his mind he knew you wouldn’t judge him, but that voice in his head screamed louder than most. He was about to grab a trash bag when the door knocked. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath. 

Opening the door, you stood on the porch with a bright smile. “Hi, Eds,” you greeted breathlessly, breath visible in the cold air. 

“Hi, princess. Come in before I change my mind.” 

His place was charming in your mind, even the torn brown couch on the front porch. “Thank you for doing this,” you told him. 

Your nose crinkled at the overwhelming smell of weed and was that coffee? You sniffed again and looked at the dark surroundings. “Sorry about the mess. The maid took the month off,” he called from his bedroom. 

You giggled and walked into the kitchen, your eyes scanning the obscene amount of coffee mugs lined up in a neat row on the wall. There was one in the middle that didn’t fit in, squinting and stepping closer a smile broke out on your face. It was a stark white cup, hand-painted with ‘world’s greatest uncle’ on the front probably done by a really young Eddie. “It’s ok,” you called back a moment later, “ours did too!” 

Eddie waltzed back into the room, his gaze immediately pinned to you looking around his place. For a moment he wasn’t sure if you were joking or not. If you had told him you had a valet and a butler he would undeniably believe you. Surprisingly he felt calm that you were here, he took a deep breath allowing himself to take in the moment of having you smiling in his trailer. “Tell me a secret,” he told you. 

Turning to look at him, you rolled your eyes. “Is this going to be our thing?” you question him with a lighthearted chuckle in your voice. 

Eddie gave you a crooked smile and plopped onto the couch, quickly taking a hit off his joint. “Everyone has a gimmick, this might as well be ours, princess.” 

“Fine,” you gave in and made your way over to the couch, sitting close by. “I don’t really have a maid.” 

“Coulda fooled me,” he remarked, half-joking. 

You scoffed. “Where do you think I live, Eds?” 

“A palace high above the clouds. With a moat and crocodile. Fairy godmother?” 

You reached across his body and snatched the blunt out of his fingers, tossing it onto the table. “I think you’ve smoked too much today,” you told him matter-of-factly. “Tell me a secret.” You took out your math book and placed it in his hands while he handed you his notes which were much neater than last time you noticed.

Cracking open the book, he grimaced at your half done worksheet. “I don’t have a maid either.” 

The bashful smile on his face made you chuckle, resting your head on the surprisingly comfortable couch. “Do you just leave it to your parents?” you grinned. 

His face ever so slightly and ducked his head further from your gaze, long brown hair falling like a shield in front of his face. “It’s just me and my uncle. He works nights at the plant and I just don’t wanna.” 

“Shit,” you cursed. “I didn’t know.” 

He chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood in the sullen room. He looked up and pushed your knee with his hand. “It’s alright, princess. I’m unharmed,” he hummed. “Now let’s work on the graphs.” 

Instantly you let out a deep sigh, throwing your head back. “Ok,” you grunted, dramatically letting yourself fall forward. “I hate these so much.” 

After a long while, Eddie took note of how quickly you were growing frustrated, even though he was trying to break it down the best he could. Of course, in his mind this was an easy concept and he could do them all day. His grip tightened on his cracked pencil, doing his best not to let his own frustration grow as you told him another wrong answer. “Y/N,” he said, forcing down the annoyance, “y is the one that goes up and down and x is…” he paused for your response, brown eyes opening wider. 

“Side to side.” 

There we go. Hopefully throwing you an easy question would rebuild your sunken confidence. “Good, good gi-” he coughed at the sudden realization of the praise spilling from his lips, stopping himself. “Now, what do we need to find the slope?” 

You looked at the paper, all the numbers and graphs were blurring together. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard, why couldn’t you grasp a simple fucking concept. Why was Eddie spending his time like this? You should have just canceled and taken the hit to your slowly rising grade. “The points,” you answered, unsure of your answer. 

The smile on his face told you it was correct and you were able to breathe just a little more. “Now?” 

“Multiply them?” 

“Try again.” 

The final band that was keeping your brain together had snapped. Narrowing your eyebrows, your eyes had already become red from staring at your books. There was a small crack, then a bigger one and your pencil crumpled in your hand. “I can’t fucking get it!” you shouted abruptly, forcefully throwing the pencil onto the table before burying your head in your hands, your fingers pressing roughly into your closed eyes. “I feel like a fucking five year old! I’m so fucking sure freshmen know this better than me. How the fuck did I make it this far?” 

Eddie sat up straight and slowly placed the textbook on the table, not wanting to disturb you. He knew that feeling, the anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach, frustration behind tired eyes and the angry unsure voice in your head. He got up from his seat and walked to the other side of the table where the pencil had rolled off onto the floor. 

You had your moment and finally looked up to see Eddie holding out your pencil. “Let’s take a break, and try again,” his voice was low and reminded you of honey with how smooth the words came out. He wasn’t angry, or hurt when you examined his face. 

All you did was nod and he smiled in response, wordlessly making his way to the refrigerator. You followed him with your stare while he pulled out two beers. You were almost too ashamed at your behavior to give him a response when he asked if you drank. “I’ve been to parties, Munson,” you answered quietly after a while. 

“Let’s go outside.” 

You followed him like a scared puppy out the door, sitting all the way on the other side of the couch out of embarrassment. You never lost your cool, not even when you had a heated argument with your family or some nerd from another school on the debate team. Sheepishly you watched Eddie open his beer and take a long sip out of the can. Why wasn’t he getting mad and telling you he couldn’t do this anymore? “You good?” he asked, his eyes fixed on the bare trees outside the trailer park. 

“I’m sorry I lost it. I don’t—react like that. Ever,” you answered before chugging the liquid courage. 

There was another silence that blew in with a rush of cold fall air. Eddie’s hair blew so beautifully in the wind, you were even granted a glimpse of his forehead as the wind pushed back his bangs. “You should really try weed,” he joked, looking over at you. “Sometimes you just lose it. It happens. All the pressure of being perfect or whatever.” 

“I always have to try harder than everyone. Nothing comes easy… I know it doesn’t look that way.” 

At the same time, you two turned towards each other. You put your arm above the clean slice in the thick fabric, while the metalhead drew one of his legs to his chest so he could rest his chin. 

Eddie smirked and took another drink. “Welcome to the club, sweetheart.” 

A cheerful giggle escaped your now smiling lips. It was the type of smile that made Eddie’s heart flutter. “Thank you for putting up with me, Eddie. I was honest when I said I couldn’t do this without you.” 

“I am amazing, I will admit. Tell me something…” 

You leaned in a little closer. “Hm?” 

“How do you find the slope?” 

That smile instantly went away. You swirled your can to check how much beer you had left; enough for one last swig to get you through this. After taking the last drink, you wiped the corner of your mouth with the side of your hand. “Subtract the points then divide?” 

Eddie looked at his watch and then back at you. “There you go,” he chuckled, standing up with a small groaning stretch. “Go home, back to your palace.” 

You stood up after him and smiled at yourself, suddenly feeling silly at your outburst. “You know you never told me what you were doing tonight,” you stated as you walked back into the warm trailer, watching Eddie disappear into his room. 

Biting your lip, you questioned if you should keep following him. His room probably was an extension of himself, or maybe the rumors were true and it looked like a dungeon. There was only one way to find out, so you followed further into the rabbit hole. 

It looked just like what you pictured in your mind; band posters taped to the wall, cigarettes discarded in the ashtray on his messy dresser. A heat rose to your face once you spotted the small thing of condoms, your eyes darted away to look at the various skull posters. 

 Eddie had his head in the chaotic mess of his closet, strong arms digging through his clothes and completely unaware you spotted his prized possession; his electric guitar hanging on the wall. It didn’t surprise you that it was the cleanest thing in the room, cocking your head, you walked over to see all the little details. Oh to be that guitar, having his fingers running along its surface. 

His voice brought you out of your fantasy, “You’re not scared to be in here?” he chucked, “I might sacrifice you to Satan.” 

You turned to see him opening his heavily stickered guitar case on his stained mattress. “I’ve never been afraid of you.”

Eddie smiled, “Hand me my girl, please.” 

Your lips hung open, the heat only growing hotter. It took you a minute for you to realize he was talking about his guitar and not you. Nodding, you grab onto the heavy instrument and took it off the wall. “My brother taught me a cord,” you told him happily.  

Eddie’s dark brows rose in shock, he pegged you for the classical instrument type of girl. “Oh yeah?” 

You nodded and took a seat on his bed, placing the guitar in your lap and mumbled to yourself as you put your fingers in the right position. He crossed his arms and smiled fondly as you strummed the guitar, “It would sound better if it was plugged in,” you said shyly. 

The man looked down at you, a lovesick smile plastered unabashedly on his face. He was good at hiding the smiles and loving stares, but now that you were smiling and sitting on his bed with his guitar in your lap, completely unashamed to be in his bedroom after being so open and vulnerable with him. Something shot him in the heart, a blazing fire coursing through his veins. Eddie Munson had just fallen in love. 

Everything felt like a blur as he took his guitar and placed it lovingly in its case. He silently picked it up and started to walk out of the room. Perhaps it was the aftershocks of his realization that possessed him to turn back around. You instantly stood up and brushed off your jeans. “What are you doing after this?” he asked almost timidly. 

“Probably going to work on a speech for next week,” you answered. 

“My bands playing at the hideout-” 

“You’re in a band! I’m not surprised with all the leather and band stickers.” 

“Do you want to come? We can come back and get your car,” he offered, not letting you finish. 

You stilled before smiling wide, continuing to follow him like a shadow into the living room. “Yes! I- yes,” you breathed, “totally beats homework.” 

It took everything in Eddie not to reach out and hold your hand. Instead, he had a death grip on the handle, the other opening the door for you. 

“We should go… can’t leave the crowd of five drunks waiting.”

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Paz lives Modern Au Part 2

part 1

When Spider was two, Miles out of guilt decided to surprise Paz for Valentine’s Day by taking a day off to be with his family.

Seeing Miles in dad mode (for once) was weirdly an insane turn on for Paz.

After they tucked Spider into bed Paz dragged Miles into their room like a starved lioness with a gazelle.

Then a few months later Paz asked Miles to take off work again so she could go to a doctor's appointment without the stress of managing a toddler.

Spiders terrible twos really weren’t that terrible. He was still really sweet, all giggles and smiles but he had energy for days and was just the most curious little boy. If no one was watching him he’d somehow end up on top of the counters or the fridge, really any high space that just seemed physically impossible for a two year old to reach. 

Miles had begrudgingly agreed to take the afternoon off so Paz could do what she needed to do.

He was not prepared for managing his son without his wife there.

Spider was running everywhere, shrieking at the top of his lungs, happy as a pig in slop, but fraying his fathers nerves.

Miles tried putting Spider in time out in his playpen but the boy just escaped.

Then he tried putting him in his room. Spider still escaped.

Miles got so fed up with his son’s mischievous behavior that he picked the boy up and put him over his knee.

His father had done the same to him when he was a little shit so he didn’t think a thing of it.

Paz walked in to see Miles spanking their son, her baby boy crying his eyes out like she’d never seen before.

The look on her face will forever haunt Miles’ nightmares.

Without a word she took Spider from him, taking him up to his room.

After she soothed the little boy’s cry’s the house was dead silent 

So it surprised the hell out of him when Paz came out of nowhere swinging the baseball bat he kept in there room in case of intruders

Miles held up an arm to block her swing

Paz broke that arm.

He called her every awful thing he could think of before storming out of the house, getting in his car, and driving himself to the hospital.

When he came back the house was eerily quiet.

Usually he could hear little Miles laughing, shrieking, or the little patter of his feet.

Or Paz, talking with their son, trying to coax new words out of his little mouth, or singing to herself as she cooked her family dinner.

There was nothing. He called out to his wife. No response. He called for his son. Nothing.

He frantically searched the house seeing neither of them

Then he started hunting for clues.

All the baby’s things were gone, all his clothes, his toys, his favorite blanket, everything he could possibly need or want gone.

Her side of the closet was empty of a lot of her clothes, her toothbrush and comb were gone from the bathroom, even her pillow was gone.

Her phone was on the nightstand along with her ring

She’d left him. She’d taken there son and left him

He called his entire squad looking for her, knowing they were the closest thing to family she had.

No one had seen her

He called the police hoping they could find her

Miles even drove around till the early hours of the morning the next day looking for them.

Still nothing.

He went back to his empty, silent, soulless house and just lost it.

He had really taken his family completely for granted. Because he was afraid. Afraid of not being the father or husband they deserved, of disappointing them. 

And now they were gone 

Miles was a complete wreck for two days until the police finally showed up at his door.

They had found Paz. They judged her to be completely mentally sound, their son safe and in good health. 

She just wanted nothing to do with him.

He wrote a letter begging for her forgiveness, to allow him the chance to make amends in person and if she still wanted to leave him he’d respect it.

The cops delivered the letter to Paz who was staying in a hotel.

Paz decided to give him a chance.

She called him. Didn’t let him say a word, just told him to meet them at the park at noon.

Miles was there first thing in the morning just waiting for them.

He had so many things he wanted to say, all of them rushing through his mind at once.

Then he saw her getting out of her car.

He didn’t even give her time to get little Miles out of the back seat before he was in front of her.

And god she was just so beautiful. Had he ever even complimented her on it before?

His gorgeous wife who gave him such a perfect son.

All his words left him

Miles was a proud man, and so it was without shame that he dropped to his knees and begged for his wife’s forgiveness.

He made no excuses for what he’d done, not just with hitting there son but also being completely absent as a father and a husband.

He told Paz how empty life had felt the past few days without her.

He detailed everything he’d do to change and wanted to hear everything she’d like him to do to better this situation.

Paz walked closer. Without a word, she held out her hand to him.

When he stood up, she hugged him tighter than he could ever remember.

Miles returned the hug with just as much force burying his face in her hair.

He was forgiven 

Miles went to the car next and pulled out their son.

The poor boy was wary of him after his last interaction with his father.

Miles kissed him on the forehead and hugged him tight, eliciting those absolutely adorable giggles from his son who wrapped his little arms around his neck, nuzzling into his shoulder.

Paz did have some request that they talked about later that night

She didn���t want Miles working anything longer than forty hours a week.

Even if he was tired she wanted him to spend time with their son every day whether that was giving him breakfast in the morning or getting him ready for bed at night she didn’t care. As long as Miles was there for him.

At the very least Miles could cook dinner on the weekends, or take them out or something. Just as long as Paz didn’t have to cook three square meals every day

Paz wanted him to pay her to stay at home. This whole experience had really shaken her and if they hadn’t made up, she had no idea what she was going to do financially with a toddler and a baby to support on her own. So in case Miles ever seriously screwed up again she could at least have a safety net if she needed to get away in a hurry with the kids.

“Oh and when the new baby is born you're taking paternity leave for at least a month.”

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[froggyworlds]

some fun facts from the Confession AU! copy and pasted from discord and also it's almost one in the morning, so apologies if it's not very coherent

Dave is. actually pretty good with makeup! he doesn't wear it often (for a few reasons, one of which being that that was Cesar's thing.), but he'll help Evelin out especially if she's doing something fancy, and they totally paint their nails together. god I wish Dave was my boss-

despite fully consuming Cesar while only barely touching Mark, Dave is a lot more like the latter appearance-wise and got a lot of mannerisms from him as well. assimilating Cesar definitely wasn't pleasant and it started that feeling of guilt and humanity, but the reason he didn't consume Mark's form the way he had Cesar's was because of just how potent the kid's thoughts were, still ringing despite the light already gone from his eyes and blood pooling around his head. it was like food directly out of the oven; burns your mouth and hurts to swallow. so Dave got a lot of surface influence from Mark with just a little bit of contact and was absolutely sent reeling, but doesn't actually have like. a perfect mimicry of his appearance or really any of his memories, just mannerisms (mostly fidgeting with his necklacelanyard)

he and O'Brien are friends! they're not super close, not in the way Dave is with Thatcher, but Gabriel O'Brien is an occasional friendly face at MandelaTECH and actually helped Dave get the shop up and running in the first place !! Dave probably owes the guy more than a few favors, but O'Brien's pretty insistent he doesn't need anything. though it'd be great if Dave would come to services sometime, Dave insists he's "not a man of God". (he's also brought it up once, "You know those- things prey on religion, right? Don't you think it might not be safe to be-" "Nonsense. God will guide and protect us. There's nothing to fear in His embrace. Anything that does happen is part of His plan anyways. Why be afraid of something that cannot be stopped?" and that had been the end of that discussion.)

Dave cannot hold a gun. as in he knows, with awful clarity and understanding, how to use one, but he physically can't hold it for more than two seconds before either having to set it back down or risk dropping it from shaking so hard. Thatcher has no idea why he acts that way around firearms (probably something to do with Mark; losing a nephew, let alone like that... still, the other man's reaction seemed so extreme, you'd think he had some kind of personal bad experience.), but out of courtesy either doesn't bring his when they meet up, or keeps it out of sight and doesn't mention it

Mark and Cesar were not the first victims claimed by this alternate. they were the last (at least for quite some time), but there were other unfortunate souls lost before them. one of its first assimilations had been one of the worst yet, overdriven to the extreme; literally eyes without a face, and even a second attempt at the same form was just as flawed. it was what originally gave the idea to try to have alts consume victims in order to reduce the chance of further imperfections, with the - perhaps unlucky - alt who had started the whole thing as the first guinea pig. we all saw how that turned out.

Turkey is allowed free roam of all of MandelaTECH and has figured out how to turn the CRT TV on by pecking the big button. Dave keeps the TV in a closet after the tech and mirror ban, well out of Turkey's reach, and also has it unplugged for good measure. Turkey also usually sleeps at the foot of Dave's bed, which is actually really really cute

Dave and Six have chatted before ! only briefly, but it actually wasn't a totally hostile conversation, more like your weird cousin visiting out of the blue and you can tell he's quietly judging you for your life choices, but what's his business in what you do, anyways? it was more. awkward than anything .the hostilities are saved for interactions with a certain Someone Else.

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I am happy with that...

-Hey fagot! I'm done with the bathroom, later Jeremy will come to fuck the house, so I had to shave my balls. I made a mess in the bathroom, clean it up and when you're done I don't want to see you outside your room, last time I had your old friends They saw you at the house I had to make up that you were my loser uncle and your wife kicked you out of the house because she found out you were a fag, can you believe it? You and me family? Anyway…enjoy the cleanup-

How long has it been? 2 years ago? I still remember the horrible feeling when I woke up on the cold floor of the gym, I thought I had suffered some kind of dizziness in the gym but instead, this pig stole my body with his damn magic amulet that he always wears around his neck.

And while I was struggling to drag myself with this body full of fat to some machine to lean on it and stand up, he took off his shirt and began to give a show to everyone in the gym, with his disgusting hands he rubbed my dick on my underwear, flexing the muscles that I worked so hard in the gym and then started licking them while everyone in the gym talking about it.

I yelled, cried, and even tried to hit him, but now with this 300-pound body… well I'm really slow. They dragged me away from the gym and my body while I was begging for him to give me back what was mine, I waited for him to leave the gym and I went directly to pray to him on my knees to undo this shit and he with the most perfect and arrogant smile that he had seen in that face he only told me -Maybe... if you behave well FAGGOT! Someday, I will return your body to you... now, why don't you tell me which one is my car?-

Since then, I have been living in this horrible and obese body and the only way I have found to see my family and my friends with the hope of returning to my life is by sharing the apartment with the person who stole everything from me, I don't know if it was My best idea, but it's the best I can do, while he sleeps in the big room I sleep in the small room next door, he uses my room as a closet and to store all the bodybuilding trophies he's been accumulating for some time.

Living with him is horrible, he treats me like his slave and leaves me all the dirty work while he has fun fucking my friends while he screams making sure I hear every one of his ejaculations while I masturbate with my little cock on the other side of the wall, I'm not even gay! But there is something inside me that stops me from resisting getting a boner every time he yells at me or treats me like the trash I am.

I... I already lost hope I don't think he will ever return to my body, but if he allows me to be close to his real body even while I vacuum the pubic hairs from the bathtub, I am happy with that...

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Congrats on the 500 followers!! 🎊

Hello! May I request GN!Reader with Ais from Touchstarved? You can say, I'm starving for contents sjjdkskdkkd

I just want to see some domestic stuff. Maybe watching a movie or having dinner together. Maybe they were cooking together with soft music in the background and they started dancing together (Cliché, I know). Any domestic scene you want to write really-

A Night In | Ais

Content: Hurt/Comfort, Written Before Game's Official Release, Modern AU

Pronouns: None

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Continuation: Little Things Help | Ais

This past week had been, well, a week.

Between classes at the Senobium, late shifts at Wet Wick and past midnight study sessions, you were so ready to reign in the weekend with Ais.

You had it all planned out down to the letter.

You made reservations for this new fancy restaurant and had already bought tickets to a movie that the two of you had been excited for.

You were almost done getting ready when Ais had called you.

“Hello? Are you outside? I’m almost done—”

“I’m not outside, sorry. Traffic is pretty heavy.” He sighed. “I don’t think we’ll make our reservations.”

“Oh…” You bit your lip. “That’s okay! We’ll just pig out at the movies then!”

But that never came to be.

Ais ended up showing way later than expected

But at least—

“I brought pizza.” He announced as he came through the door.

You had wiped off your makeup and changed into more comfortable clothing. Shuffling into the living room, you greeted him. “Hi. Thanks.”

You let him give you a peck on the forehead, then watched as he shuffled pass to set the pizza down in the kitchen.

“You mind setting things up while I change?”

“Yeah…” You waited until he disappeared into the bedroom before letting your shoulders drop.

You really didn’t want him to see just how disappointed you were.

And honestly?

You wanted to cry.

Get angry and throw things since, you know, you wouldn’t be getting any of that money back.

Curl up under the covers and wait until next week, when things could go right

or wrong again…

You angrily wiped a hand across your face as you entered the kitchen.

It was fine. Everything was fine.

You were fine.

Even though it wasn’t—you weren’t.

Things had to be. For Ais.

You made quick work of setting up drinks, sweets and other little snacks to go alongside your pizza and set everything up in the living room. Then you grab a blanket and a few extra pillows from the hallway closet.

“I guess I should find something to watch…” You mumbled to yourself as you plopped down on the couch.

But you really weren’t in the mood to watch anything.

You sighed in frustration as you tossed the remote to the side. Screw it, you’d have Ais pick.

Speaking of him, he entered the room just as you had pulled your phone out for some old reliable doom-scrolling.

“Quite the selection we’ve got here.” He remarked as he sat beside you, grabbing the remote as he did.

You shrugged, scooting closer. “I figured we’d be here a while.”

At least you’d hope so. You really wanted your mood to improve so that you didn’t have to cut things short.

You quietly added a few things to your plate before staring somewhere near the TV, but not quite at it.

Until you heard the familiar tune of your favorite show's opening.

You smiled, leaning even closer.

“Thank you.”

He didn’t answer right away, just piled his own plate. Then,

“...I just want us to enjoy this night in together, Sparrow.”

Thank you for the congratulations!

This woulda been out earlier but I kinda messed up.

Anyhow! It's out now!

So listen, this was supposed to be cute. The cooking, dancing and a movie, the works.

But uh, the dots connected and the story took the wheel.

It was outta my hands at that point lol

Enough rambling tho, I hope that the person who requested this enjoyed and thank you for requesting!

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[cdyssey]

Valentine’s Day

Summary: On Valentine's Day, Barbara and Melissa have their worst fight yet. [Pre-2.14 Fic]

CW: Sex Mentions, Adultery Mentions, Emotional Infidelity

AO3 Link

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The last time that they had fought so viciously, Barbara had openly called Joseph a manchild to Melissa’s face.

He had cheated on Melissa, had lain with another woman in their own damn bed.

He was more than a manchild.

He was an utterly selfish pig.

But Melissa hadn’t been ready to hear it yet, still in love with him, even though he had hurt her and hurt her and hurt her so many thousands of times over, like their marriage was a cartoon and his inability to be an adult was a recurring joke.

(The unfailing punchline was Melissa’s dutiful and obsequious forgiveness.)

She didn’t talk to Barbara for an entire week after that, ignoring all of her calls, brushing past her in the hallway like she was nothing, until Barbara found her one day in the supply closet on the second floor, sitting on top of an overturned mop bucket, gripping the phone in her hands like it was a loaded gun.

“I’m divorcin’ him,” she had spat, directing the words to the scuffed and stained floor. Her body was visibly trembling, everything that was usually solid and sturdy about her simply undone. “Kickin’ his sorry ass to the curb, so he can go fuck whoever the hell he wants to. Let the next woman deal with his beer breath and his goddamn scratchy beard. I’m so sick and tired of never bein’ enough for him. Blow job after blow job, and he still—“

But the second grade teacher had abruptly stopped herself, perhaps remembering that there was another person in the room, pressing her whitened knuckles against her red mouth as she looked up at Barbara, who could only stare at the wounded creature on the floor with horror and pity.

She could not get the disgusting image that those last words had conjured out of her head—Melissa on her knees in front of Joseph Lombardo.

Like a sinner touching the hem of Christ’s robes.

“You were right,” the younger woman said, and her voice was more than terrifying.

It was broken.

“I... didn’t want to be,” Barbara rasped, vehemently shaking her head, lowering herself to the ground as fluidly as her arthritic knee would allow. She anchored herself by palming Melissa’s upper thigh, only realizing a second too late that the touch was far more intimate than should ever pass between two friends, even very close ones.

She blushed profusely but didn’t withdraw her hand, thought it would be too awkward since she had already extended the gesture.

It didn’t escape her notice that she was the one of her knees now, a holy suppliant.

(She was incapable of envisioning herself in anything but the role of a worshipper.)

“I wanted you to be happy, Melissa,” she continued, unsure whether she was hurt that the other teacher’s gaze was averted or thoroughly relieved. “I wanted you two to make it…”

Well, at least part of that had been true. 

She would pray for God to forgive her for the lie later.

Whether Melissa actually believed her—(unlikely)—or didn’t have the energy to argue—(more likely)—she didn’t challenge her on it either way, dropping her face into her hands as her shoulders began to silently heave, all of her limbs wrought in unspeakable agony. Barbara didn’t hesitate. She encircled her friend with her arms and held her in the dark of that tiny room for a long time, resting her chin against the crown of that vivid head, whispering soothing words into the negligible space between them. You’ll be okay, sweetheart. I’m here for you. We’ll get you through this—I swear on my life, Melissa Ann Schemmenti.

And that was the end of the worst fight they had ever had.

This fight, though, the one that they’re currently having about Gary the Vending Machine Guy, is somehow far more ruinous.

Barbara, arms defensively folded across her chest, grips the skin of her forearms with her nails as though trying to physically hold herself together.

At the end of this conversation, this confrontation, this reckoning—Melissa might never speak to her again.

“You knew,” she snarls furiously, pausing her incessant pacing long enough to jab an accusing finger in Barbara’s direction. They’re in Barbara’s classroom, the door completely closed. The room is still papered with pink and red hearts that her children had cut out with safety scissors. She made them all sugar cookies for the holiday. They colored pictures of Cupid at recess today because it was still too cold for them to play outside. “You told him to set up the ring in the vending machine. You kept me outta the teacher’s lounge all day. You listened to me blather on and on about how I was afraid he was cheatin’ on me, but you knew he was doing something far flipping worse!”

Barbara can’t refute any of this. 

It is absolutely true that Gary had informed her that he was planning to propose. It’d been just last month, in fact, on a double date that she and Gerald had gone on with Melissa and her boyfriend. They’d all adventured out to dinner and a car show, and when Melissa and Gerald had walked over to ogle at some old Chevy or another, Gary had told her his intentions. He was gonna pop the question sometime that Sunday, maybe spring for a nice dinner at Applebee’s and ask her when the Eagles game was at halftime.

What d’ya think?

Barbara had been visibly, entirely, and perhaps even offensively mortified, had told him absolutely not, sir—here was how he was going to do it instead. He was going to cover the teacher’s lounge in rose petals on Valentine’s Day. He was going to buy her a bottle of Prosecco. Not the cheap kind from a bodega but a moderately priced vintage from that fancy wine cellar with the French name downtown. He was going to put on something nice—no bowling shirts, no cargo pants, and definitely no gaudy chains. He was going to be cutesy and strategically place his ring in the vending machine, attaching it to her favorite candy bar.

Snickers. 

She loves Snickers.

Come hell or high water, Gary the Vending Machine Guy was going to show Melissa Schemmenti that she was loved.

(Did it ever occur to Barbara when she was meticulously planning all of this—staying on top of Gary for an entire month, ensuring he was following her plans to the last detail, overseeing him like an overzealous hawk—that she was being a hypocrite by propping up this man’s unquestionable mediocrity? Saving him from it even? Joseph had been so careless about these sorts of occasions too, always forgetting his and Melissa’s anniversary, thinking that a gift card to his favorite restaurant was ever an appropriate gift on her birthdays. )

(It did, in fact, occur to Barbara.)

(She often thought about it.)

(Obsessed over it even.)

(This lone question has tormented her for weeks upon weeks now, kept her up at night, made her sick with guilt—but what, pray tell, was the alternative that she could have lived with? Discouraging him and risk Melissa ever finding out? Enduring yet another circular fight about how she’s too judgmental, and she doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about, and she should butt out of it because Melissa is a grown ass woman who she can make decisions for herself?)

(Has she not known from the very start—deep down inside the anguished well of her soul—that as nice as Gary is, as well-meaning, he's a far from a capable partner for Melissa? That he's but a type and marginally improved shadow of Joseph? That he is a man who is comfortable with settling, never once trying something new? Yes and yes and undoubtedly yes, but Barbara can’t confront any of these questions without asking a tougher one of herself. Why does she care so much?)

(There is but one answer to this particular inquiry that would destroy her where she stands, that would render her incapable of looking at herself in the mirror the next day—and all the days after that. There is an unspoken truth residing in the lily-white paradise of her moral worldview, where everything is neatly partitioned into a knowledge of what is good and what is evil, except for in the ungodly amalgamation of that one damn tree.)

(She loves her.)

(It’s as simple and as complex and as utterly horrible and as exquisitely beautiful as that.) 

(Barbara loves Melissa in a rapturous kind of way, has long elevated her to the Holy of Holies in her reverent and besotted mind. She loves her like a condemned sinner. Guilt defiles the temple of her chest every time she so much as catches a whiff of the other woman’s floral perfume. She loves her in the same way that she had loved Vivian—that girl from church camp all those many decades ago—when she was just fourteen, and their hands had accidentally brushed when they sat on the same log as the whole choir of God-fearing kids sang “Amazing Grace” around a roaring fire. They gingerly kissed behind their cabin one star-strewn night and never spoke to each other again.)

(She loves Melissa in a way that she has never quite loved her own husband. Gerald is kind and good, and he is good to her. Hell, even good for her. So steady and so gentle, the sturdy warmth she has curled up to in their shared bed for over three decades now. And she has loved that—has undoubtedly loved him—but their kisses have historically done nothing for her. She can only have sex with him when she’s a little tipsy. She desperately hides that from him, though, stuffs that dirty secret beneath her beatific smile like it's an empty bottle of Merlot hastily shoved under a bed; it isn’t fair to him that she can never get aroused. She convinces herself that no one has libido after menopause. She conveniently ignores the fact that she never had any long before that physiological change. The weight of her elaborate wedding band constricts her fourth finger like a cuff.)

(She sometimes feels that she should hate Melissa for making her feel any and all of these strange and estranging things, but she never does. She just loves her, even though it feels so wrong, except for those choice times when they’re alone in the same room together, side-by-side, taking up mutual intimate space, and Barbara has every reason to suspect that Melissa loves her right back.)

(So, yes, she planned Melissa’s proposal; she engineered the everloving and God almighty mess out of it.)

(Melissa seems happy enough with Gary.)

(She has made it her punishment and life’s mission to swallow that.)

Barbara blinks rapidly at the other’s vitriol, feels her own pride rise and rush to her defense.

“It’s worse that he proposed to you?” She cries incredulously, taking a step forward as Melissa takes a defensive step back, her leather-clad leg accidentally knocking one of the children’s tables. She winces and swears angrily under her breath, some Italian word that Barbara is sure God doesn’t like the meaning of. “You’ve been dating him for over a year now, Melissa. I just thought—“

But Melissa cuts across her violently.

“You didn’t think, Barb,” she laughs bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest, a gesture that nearly always means that she’s starting to shut down. “You hoped.”

“Excuse me?” Barbara’s heart feels liable to explode inside of her chest, throwing itself against the wall of her sternum like a wild animal. 

Feral

Unhinged.

Inconsolable.

“I said that you hoped,” the younger woman repeats herself, and the sound is somewhat quieter—if still wounded. Less of a gaping cut that a pulsing, chronic bruise, and somehow even more painful because of that. “You hoped that if I got shackled to Gary, I’d be all happy ‘n whole again. You hoped that maybe a shiny new ring would fix everything about me that my last marriage broke, and you wouldn’t have to—we would never need to—we could just keep pretendin’ that—“

But Melissa can’t seem to wrap her blunt tongue around the words in the same way that there is one tree that Barbara cannot eat from, let alone touch. She can only admire from afar and wonder to herself if its fruit would fit perfectly in the palm of her hand.

“Why—in God’s beloved and Almighty name—did you say yes to him then?” Barbara asks, her voice utterly alien to her, cold and so detached from the chemical reactions currently disrupting and denaturing her entire body. Her stomach churns. Her throat aches. Every nerve in her body is alive to the fact that there is now a new ring wrapped around Melissa Schemmenti’s fourth finger.

Because that is the crucial fact—the younger teacher said yes to the proposal.

Just minutes ago.

And she had smilingly accepted all the sweet congratulations from their colleagues that she received, and she had plopped a big kiss on Gary's laughing mouth—(making Barbara immediately want to wretch)—before dragging Barbara back here—("Just need Barb to help me take a good picture of it! Gotta rub it in my dumb cousin's face!)—so they could row about it.

About the fact that she said yes. 

Melissa dramatically falters, looking as though she’s been shot.

She glances down at the ring, as though she's expecting a bullet hole.

“What would we have done if I hadn’t, Barb?” She finally chokes out, rubbing the silvery band. “Kissed? Fucked? Lived happily ever after?”

It’s Barbara’s turn to be stricken now, to feel as though the mere six feet between them has suddenly become six-thousand, and the space between them is an abyssal depth—impossible to cross, let alone capably survive—but because she's Barbara Howard, because she is entirely used to adjusting her mask in the face of intolerable crisis, she gathers herself and all of her practiced composure together one more time, a hand resting just above her nauseous abdomen.

“I don’t know why you’re insisting on making yourself unhappy,” she hisses and almost finds it unbearable to look her best friend in the eye, hot tears threatening to form in her own. “It makes me sick to watch.”

But Melissa is apparently waiting for this particular response—locked, loaded, and brutally prepared.

“If we’re playin’ by those rules, hon, then you make me sick all the damn time.”

The effect of those words is immediate, visceral, and raw. Barbara feels as though the floor has been knocked out from under her, as though she is falling, falling, falling through that endless abyss. 

“Don’t say that, Melissa,” she utters, and she’s horrified that the words stumble out as a plea. “Never say that to me again.”

Melissa must hear it in her voice—her desperation, her denial, the presentation of her most deeply espoused fears—because apology briefly flashes in the darks of her eyes. She reaches up and scrubs her weary face with her hand, the one with that stupid, awful ring on it.

Barbara even helped the man pick it out.

Melissa likes simple jewelry.

Nothing intricate.

Something practical and sturdy—exactly like her.

“Goddamn, Barb,” she mutters, the curse muffled when she drags her palm over her mouth. “I’m engaged.”

It was already true—it’s been true the entire time that they’ve been having this accursed conversation—but hearing it aloud is too much on top of everything else. Her own hand splayed at the hollow of her throat, Barbara bows her head and fails to repress a sob.

#work wives #melissa schemmenti #barbara howard #s: abbott elementary #reginianwrites #i should promise to write you guys fluff soon #this one was so painful for no reason

[cold-heart-warm-writings]

Imagine Domestic!Shuji with a little girl of about seven. They go to the hardware store that is lined with plants and flowers outside, and pick something out for mommy. Shuji drives them over on the bike that he spent a ridiculous amount of money on to have the seat custom made to allow for his daughter to ride along safely. They only drive down backroads and side streets so they don’t have to go too fast and to avoid traffic. His helmet is decorated with stickers and sharpied drawings, wonderfully matching her equally brightly decorated one. Shuji’s favorite birthday present each year is a newly decorated helmet, handmade by her. He has four neatly tucked away in a safe spot in his closet. Imagine Domestic!Shuji helping his daughter hop off the bike, pig tails and tutu bouncing, and they race each other over, sniffing each flower, finding the perfect one to bring home. Once it’s picked out, they hop back on the bike, and stop for ice cream on the way home. A lovely, sunny, warm summer day of daddy daughter time. 

#domestic!shuji #domestic!hanma #hanma shuji headcanons #shuji hanma #shuji #hanma shuji #idk what else #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers #tok rev #I saw a dad and a daughter with helmets about to get on a motorcycle outside a hardware store with plants last night when I was driving home #and I immediately thought of shuji #it could totally fit for the others ... but hanma immediately came to mind and it was just... heartbreakingly sweet #:)

[probably-a-plant-thing]

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A/N: ya boi tried writing a little again. Just a little bit of what Skulk was up to during @bluecoolr 's writing here. Which wasn't much but fuckinnnn I wanna dive into his little brain for a bit, so indulge me a second, ok? Ok. lez go

Word Count: 1273

He had heard the commotion from the restroom and dipped out the window, now currently sitting hidden in the brush. Skulk watched with shaking breath as Darrell and Damon were put into the patrol cars, holding his mask tightly over his face as he tried to calm the rage building up inside him. He was such an idiot, he had the chance to kill these pigs before his lovers even thought about returning to him and he missed it. Every time he shows restraint he’s always punished, he’d been good for his boys while they were gone and this was his reward? 

You’d think I’d learn.

Skulk grumbled curses under his mask as he watched the bastards drive off, even in a moment like this he couldn’t act. Hopefully, they’d understand but out of the three of them, the guy that looked the way he did wouldn’t help the case even if for once it actually wasn’t his fault. 

What now? Skulk thought to himself when he finally stood from the bushes, removing his mask so he could properly breathe again as he started the tireless trek back to his hotel room, his frustration successfully buried for another time. What should he do then? Just wait for his lovers to leave the holding cells? He had no doubt they’d get out of police custody in no time, but a small part of him wanted to fall back on the one thing he always did. 

Call up mom. It could fix so much so quickly, he’d just have to call her up and give a short sob story. Then everyone would forget those damned teens, everyone would forget those piggy bastards, and he could just enjoy his lovers and finally enjoy a normal life. 

The idea was so tempting, he hadn’t even noticed the tight grip he’d had on the phone in his pocket. His knuckles were white under his gloves when he finally snapped himself out of it. It was too easy, Skulk figured, he wouldn’t learn anything. Though, he’d never asked her to cover for others before. Is that any different? 

“Dammit man, you cut yourself off for a reason!” Skulk sighed softly in annoyance as he let go of the phone, holding his hands together instead to try and avoid the temptation further. 

Finally making it back to his hotel room, he lay sprawled on the bed staring at his text messages to his darling Blueboy. At least he got to cop a feel of that handsome man’s tits before he got arrested.

The things he was gonna do when he got his hands on those two again would make ol’ Bright Eyes blush, even if it meant getting some pig's blood on him in the process.

He could be like a less traumatized Carrie, he thought, causing himself to laugh at the imagery before finally setting his phone down. 

Skulk was certain Cherrybomb or Blue would shoot him a text when they weaseled their way out of trouble. They presented themselves as pretty good people, well Darrell did at least.

Skulk stared at the ceiling for a long while, allowing his mind to wander the longer he sat in patient silence for what felt like hours, giving an annoyed groan and rubbing his eyes as he thought about what was almost a perfect morning. 

His favorite boys were home! He wasn’t abandoned! Hooray!

Skulk could still hear the echo of his past thoughts when he had shown up at Red’s cabin, originally it was to start chipping away at that man’s closet as well. Mostly because he’d stolen anything that wasn’t easily damaged from Darrell’s trailer. Seeing the bikes parked outside was the happiest he’d felt since they had left.

“But nooo, I can’t have nice things” Skulk complained to himself, grabbing his phone once again to check for anything new. As expected there was nothing. Nothing except that damned mirror selfie they’d sent him ages ago. His cheeks still flushed as he stared at it, the caption having eaten away at him because even now it mocked him. 

“Fucking degenerates.” He said softly to himself, the words holding no weight or insult but the tone still annoyed, even if he wasn’t exactly one to talk. The previous picture he’d sent to them was his own bust for the exact reason of teasing the two. Most of the time he loved it when they teased back, in fact, it drove him crazy.

But the longer he stared at the picture the harder it was to deny the burning he was starting to feel, harder still was deciding if the source was lust or wrath. Finally deciding to bite the bullet and show he cared, he typed up a simple;

Are you two alright? :[

Hoping for a quick reply but knowing how long interrogations could last. Though he was determined to stay good for them. Skulk could handle burning for just a while longer until he could see them again. Just a couple more hours, right? Skulk hummed softly, glancing at the mask he’d set on the TV stand, it stared back with it’s familiar mildly surprised expression. 

“Yeah, I’m bored too. But I want the go ahead from Darrell or Red before killing those cops, alright? Or anyone for that matter. We had enough fun with them gone.” He said softly, repositioning himself so he sat at the edge of the bed, staring equal at the mask. Times like these where he wished he still had his prescription because now he could feel eyes on him. Though he knew no one was around, the paranoia began to build the longer he stared at the mask.

“What, no words this time around? Just gonna stare at m? It’s not my fault I had one little crack on the hiking trail, not my fault at all.” 

Nothing responded, though the stares grew in intensity, causing Skulk to squirm a bit in his seat.

“Come on you have to do something. I had to do something while they were gone and who cares about some random kid. The hogs liked the younger meat. Even if there wasn’t that much.” He confessed, rubbing his eyes and cheeks to try and get the feeling off him. The simple mask sat unwavering, though something about it felt mocking now. 

“Quit it! Alright? They don’t have to know who died, just that the hogs were fed, ok? It’s not my fault that kid got lost in the woods. They’re haunted, remember? Anything could have happened… I can just say the piggies hunted him by themselves.”

Skulk reasoned, frowning back at the mask as the paranoia burned deeper and deeper in his stomach. Standing up and snatching the mask before tossing it into the bathroom, unsure and uncaring of where it landed. Finally taking a deep breath and running his hands through his messy hair. All feeling drained out as he squeezed down his temples. Crushing the bugs in his brain for just a moment.

“Alright, alright. They don’t have to know anything I don’t want them too. I’m a good boy. I am, I am.” He reasoned to himself, a sigh of relief washing over him and a faint smile returning to his lips “I’m whatever they want me to be. And right now, it’s a stupid goofball. I can manage that.” Skulk mused, hearing his phone ping from the bed and nearly tackling it in the process, seeing just what he wanted. A new message.

We should be home in a few. We’re ok, but Red is a bit fired up. See you soon, Gummy.

#slasher oc #skulk #oc writing #skulk confessing his sins because he got blueballed by police #also home boy hasn't taken his meds in over 8 years but you didn't hear that from me #how painfully northern cali can i write skulk #lets find out #i would have made art to go along with it and I might later but im kinda having art block rn