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enstarrievalkyrie · 9 months

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Hihi!! If you're taking requests right now, I was wondering if i could req Valkyrie with a gender neutral reader that's like Mafuyu Asahina from project sekai? Thank you!! ૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა ( Feel free to ignore or delete if you're uncomfortable with this )

( I love your works sm hshshshs )

Note: I'm having a big exam next week🥲 but I'm also going to a holiday soon so I'm pretty excited😊 Hope you enjoy❤️. I don't play project sekai so if this is not accurate,im sorry😅😅

You didn't exactly choose to be an idol, it just came about ever since your parents brought you to yumenosakin. You didn't really had a choice not like there is any either ways, but that led you to Valkyrie and the meeting of Shu and Mika. The day you arrive to school, not many people tried to talk to you so you solely focused on your studies and idol/ producer work.

Soon, you caught the eye of the infamous leader of Valkyrie. It was pretty awkward when you guys first met but after seeing your skills he recruited you in Valkyrie. Since you weren't in any of the units you decided to accept his request and that's when you met Mika.

Mika upon seeing his new unitmate became more protective of his oshi san he just didn't want his oshi san to suffer anymore ever since Nito. With that, he would take some time to open up to you and once he did, he too became quite protective of you. He just sees Valkyrie as his family and would do anything to keep his family safe.

The more they spent time with you the more they realized how unopinioniated and apathic you can be. You just kinda accept anything that's given to you.

" Y/N chan what do yer think about dis lacing? Do yer think oshi san's gonna approve of this?"Mika said with a hint of worry

"It looks good so maybe," you replied with a monotone voice.

"Negh.... Y/N chan are you ok? Did you suddenly got turn into a robot? Nugh! 😰It's ok don' panic I'll help yer!!"Suddenly his lace work didn't matter. You just smiled at him hoping to calm him down.

Due to your lack of opinions, Shu tends to find himself trying to control you and mika like how he did in the past. After realizing his actions, he would remind himself not to be soo harsh on the both of you. He's still trying to recover from his old mindset so don't blame him too much❤️❤️.

Shu will surely take notice of your lack emotions after spending more time with you. He kinda scolds you for it but in reality he actually cares about you and want to help you get better. "Seriously!! Are you a robot?! Why can't you see the wonders of art?".

You would start seeing the beauty of art probably because of the many years you've spent with your fellow beloved unitmates. This would be after your graduated yumenosaki and work in Es along with Mika.

Since Shu is abroad you guys don't get to see him often but y'all would usually do a group call with Shu talking about his life in Paris and Mika being all excited.

"It's nothing special here except for the multiple museum dedicated to art, however I still can't help but feel...apologetic for leaving the both of your there in Japan."

"Ner, yer don't have to worry about dat oshi san!!😄 Y/N and i are doing fine!!"Mika grinned happily. He waited soo long to have a video call with both you and Shu.😌

" That's right Shu, without any of you I would still be living a life full of darkness. I still yet to thank the both of you for shining your light unto my life." You said smiling. You knew, you knew how hard they tried to make you feel better, to make you feel like human.

Seeing their efforts made you feel happy, an emotion you were first confused about but soon start to get used to it😊. You wish to stay like this a little longer, feeling their happiness seep into you, feeling no need to hide yourself anymore.

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thelaundrybitch · 1 year

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Sniped - The sexy sequel

Well, Turtle Doves,

I couldn't leave well enough alone. My brain kept going back to play in the gutters. Until we ended up right back in the sewers with that beautiful purple genius.

So, here is my garbage mind, for you to enjoy.

Y'all have @t-annuki to thank for this. Bayverse Sniper Donnie won't leave me alone. Go check out their incredible artwork and give their page a like 🙌💜

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Warning: Friendship, love, some hurt, and still... a very thirsty bitch

NSFW & F!Reader

Reblogs only, please!

Sniped - The Sexy Sequel

It had been nearly a year since you were saved by the purple banded bara. He had brought you back to the safety of the camp and directly to his colossal lab and medical facility. He gave you a thorough examination to check for injuries and then brought you to the chow hall for some sustenance. That’s where you got to meet the rest of his brothers.

They were all quite lovely, and you made friends with them quickly. However, you found yourself continually being drawn to none other than the sniper, himself.

There was just something about him.

He was almost always calm with a cool temperament.

He made you feel safe. And important.

The genius had recognized your need to be helpful early on, and always found a small project you could work on while he was working on something bigger and brainier.

Speaking of brainier… He was intelligent beyond belief.

But! He was also fun. He had an extensive collection of old board games and thousands of movies and tv shows downloaded on thumb drives. He was the one that insisted, then set up movie night every Friday for the entire encampment, on an old drive-in screen he and his brothers had salvaged at the beginning of the apocalypse.

And what happens when crossing big brains with fun? Sass and wit that would knock even the best comedian flat on their behind.

Everyone referred to him as Sass-Master-Tello because he was the biggest wise-ass on the compound by far.

But don’t let all of that fool you, because the man was also an absolute force to be reckoned with.

Nobody dared cross him or anger him. You saw him angry once. And you had said a small prayer for the wolf-man that knocked Don’s laptop off his desk and onto the cement flooring of the lab, successfully shattering it.

Mike had told you that was just a small temper tantrum, and to wait until someone hurts the ones he cares for the deepest.

You tucked that information away for later. You never wanted to upset Don. You wanted to continue being his go-to person for all of his needs. You yearned to be his closest friend… Hoping to someday be one of those he cared for the deepest.

Ok, so it was more than just something about him. It was more like somethings.

A lot of somethings, as it turned out.

💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜🐢💜

Standing in the lab at the table, and separating screws, nails, bolts, and washers out of an extra-large tote, you turned to ask your friend a question.

The words caught in your throat as you watched him sip the coffee you brewed for him earlier, as he read through lines of coding at his computer station. The intensity of his stare and the seriousness of his expression had your heart damn near screeching to a dead stop.

He was gorgeous…

Butterflies erupted in your stomach the second he turned and smirked at you, giving you a flirty little wink.

Oh, fuck.

You had a sneaky suspicion as to what those things meant. It was confirmed when he stood and walked over, leaning over you to see how things were going. The adrenaline rush through your entire being as he spoke softly into your ear, left you feeling woozy. And tingly.

You were in love with him.

The realization hit you like a category-five hurricane.

Oh no... You couldn’t be. He was your best friend. This might ruin everything you had built with all of them. You had to keep yourself in check. You had to stop your feelings.

But try as you may, all efforts made to stop your feelings may as well have been fuel for the fire.

Because there was no such thing as a good balance of remaining a friend and keeping one's sanity when your heart decided to go all in.

Since the universe had a personal vendetta against you, it only made sense that, now, everything he did seemed to have an undesirable effect on you.

And your panties.

For example…

Personnel would come in to upgrade their weapons, or have their tech updated on a fairly regular basis.

Before? No big deal.

Now? You’d need to slip out halfway through the conversation taking place. His authoritative demeanor and protective stance while he stood between you and whoever came in had you delirious with desire, squeezing your thighs together as you breathed through your want for him.

And God help you if you had a question about a task he assigned to you. That intense gaze would be fixated on you, as he turned his entirety to face your body. He had always given you his complete attention. But now, as you stood there, while he sat in his chair with his thighs spread in front of you and leaning in to see what you were unsure about, you were tripping over simple words.

He’d give you that look, one brow ridge raised while a corner of his sexy lips pulled up into a sly smirk.

Holy hell. You could cum from that alone.

Finally, you gave in.

If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Right?

As you found yourself yearning for more than just friendship with this turtle-man, you decided to start dressing a bit nicer.

Cutesy skirts with a nice top. Dresses that complimented your every curve. Pants that hugged your hips and thighs just enough for you to catch him wide-eyed and jaw agape when you stood from picking up the pencil you had accidentally dropped.

Things had been going quite well for weeks. Verbal compliments on your appearance increased, and light flirting had become a daily occurrence. You took notice of how his eyes would linger when you wore certain outfits, so you tended to wear those more often.

Until one day, you came in, and he was in a mood.

He barely spoke to you, nor had he even glanced in your direction. When you asked him if he was okay, he was curt, appearing almost angry.

You brushed it off as a bad day and tried not to let it bother you. Until it became the new routine.

Sadness filled your heavy heart more and more each day you came into the lab, now. You were working on almost a full month of his shit-ass attitude. If he was upset with you, he needed to pull his head out of his ass and say something.

“What is going on, Donnie? Talk to me,” you pleaded as you stood next to him at the security station.

“Just go back to your task. There’s nothing to talk about,” he dismissed you, not even giving you a glimpse and sending daggers right through your heart.

You stood there contemplating for a moment before you spoke again. “Is this it, Donnie? Is this how it’s going to be between us from now on? I thought we were friends…” your voice trembled as you confronted his unacceptable attitude.

When an answer never came, you turned and walked toward the double doors of the lab. Brokenhearted as your whole world came crashing down around you, it took everything you had not to let him see you fall apart.

"Wait," he said, as you reached for the handle of one of the lab doors.

You turned to look at him, gritting your teeth behind closed lips and reigning in the suffering that he'd caused by giving you the cold shoulder for the last few weeks. Eyes glared back at him, full of anger, with a heart full of hurt.

"Don't leave," he pleaded, with a sorrowful, apologetic look on his face as he walked to meet you by the door. He reached out and watched as he placed a calloused hand just above your elbow and let it drift down to your own. Looking at your joined hands, he let his thumb trace small, sensual circles on the backside of it; a rush of fire flickered through your body, making you swallow hard. All anger vanquished the second he touched you. Looking from your joined hands to his face, your eyes went wide when you met his longing gaze.

“Don?” you whispered, eyes fluttering and stomach doing backflips as he gave you a slight yank to bring you closer to him.

“I…” he breathed out and swallowed, his eyes traveling to the floor, then back up to meet yours. “I think… I need you to come,” he said, licking his lips as his sight set itself on your mouth.

Nodding, you let out a shaky breath, “Where?”

He looked down with a smirk and let out a low chuckle. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his upturned lips, your pulse quickening with the rumble that accompanied his moment of happiness.

Releasing your hand, he walked to the glass doors to lock them. He returned to retrieve your hand before walking you around the corner to his lab table.

As you went to sit on a stool, he stopped you, “not there.” He pulled your smaller frame in front of him, so your back was to the tall table. It was as if you weighed nothing when he lifted you and set you directly in front of him on his workspace. Gently, both hands guided your knees apart, slipping his hips snugly between your thighs and aligning his pelvis perfectly with yours. His hands slid under your legs and pulled you to the edge of the table. Your core made contact with him, resulting in you throwing your hands up to his plastron in feverish shock. Waves of carnal adrenaline thrummed through your body at his sudden physical advances and undivided attention.

Quickly, his hands moved from your legs and up to your face, cradling your jaw as he watched his thumb move across your lips. “This is my favorite outfit, but you know that, don’t you?” he purred, one of his hands moving up to let your hair cascade down out of the hair clip.

Placing the clip on the table beside you, his other hand tangled its way to the back of your head, his lips going to your ear, “can I have you?” he breathed, his snout trailing down the outer edge of your ear to the side of your neck, then back up again, his lips teasingly brushing against the sensitive spot right below your ear.

“I don’t understand,” you gasped, not wanting him to stop, but needing an answer to the sudden change.

He pulled back, looking you in the eyes, a smug grin creeping its way across his face, “you’re gonna pretend like you have no idea how I’ve felt about you, since the first day we met?” he asked.

“You’ve wanted nothing to do with me for the last three and a half weeks,” you argued back with a pout.

“All I’ve wanted to do, is you - for the last three and a half weeks!” he admitted, completely exasperated. “God, I can’t get you out of my head! I think about you all day, I dream about you, I can barely concentrate!” He confessed, moving your hands from the front of his plastron to his sides.

“Then why were you so cold?” you asked, hurt seeping into your voice.

Sighing, his hands dropped to your hips. “I was trying to keep myself in check. We're friends, and I didn't want to ruin it. And I was doing fine until you decided to start showing more interest in my work. And in me,” he told you. “I knew if I didn’t distance myself, I was gonna end up falling even harder… for you...” he trailed off softly, looking down. “I want nothing more than for you to be mine.”

Relief washed over you as your eyebrows nearly hit the ceiling in surprise.

Was this real?

He looked up, his eyes searching your face as his hands felt their way from your hips and down the sides of your upper thighs until they found the edge of the flared, mini skater-skirt you were wearing. Finding the hem, his hands made an abrupt stop only to begin their trek back up, now underneath the material.

“And, ya know, I was doing pretty good until you started wearing these wicked things,” he accused, his voice husky, “with those delicious low-cut tank tops, hugging every one of your curves like someone painted the damn thing on you. You don’t even bother with a bra anymore,” he acknowledged, looking down at your cleavage. “Do you know, I almost lost it the first time you walked in wearing this?” he huffed with a sultry smirk.

The blush that bloomed and spread from your face to your chest was enough for him to know that you knew exactly what you were doing.

“Mmmm, of course you knew. Because you went and bought more, didn’t you?” he teased, bending forward and rubbing his snout against your nose, teasing your lips with little brushes from his.

“I wanted your attention,” you whispered, leaning in and chasing his lips, trying to get him to kiss you.

“All you have to do is ask,” he whispered, placing a quick kiss on the tip of your nose, his hands finally reaching their destination under your skirt.

Swallowing hard as he pulled back to look at you, he quirked one eyebrow ridge upward as he waited for you to ask.

He was so smug sometimes.

Unable to look him in the face, you shifted your gaze straight forward to his plastron, instead. Heat crept up from your chest, a bit bashful at what you were about to confess, “I need your affection,” you whispered.

His head bent down to meet your now downward stare. He bumped the side of your face with his and nuzzled you a bit as you felt his lips searching for yours. The moment you tilted your face towards him, his mouth was on yours, firm and full of passion.

Both of his hands abandoned the sides of your panties, and his arms came up to wrap themselves around your torso. His hug was all-encompassing, holding you tight as if you might vanish into thin air. A deep, caring warmth emanated from his embrace as he began to churr, sending ripples of happiness straight through your heart, while leaving your head swimming with a desire for more of his affection.

His mouth moved across yours, in a sensual dance, his tongue slipping past your slightly parted lips. You gasped as your breath caught when he added some light suction to the kiss. Your hands, with a mind of their own, wandered lower to his belt buckle.

He broke the kiss for less than a moment, and you were already grasping at anything you could to pull him back down to you, hungry and desperate for more.

"Not here," he smiled with a sexy giggle, "I want to make sure you're on a soft surface before I have you squirming and gasping as I appreciate your existence, Sunshine."

Your core throbbed at his words as he lifted you off the table and carried you bridal style to his bedroom, which sat at the edge of the lab, just past his office.

His room was bathed in a purple glow, the lights popping on automatically when he walked you through his bedroom door. Once he’d set you on his bed, he reached back up your skirt and removed the lacy, black panties you decided to wear that day. Tossing them on the floor, he quickly removed his boots, followed by the rest of his attire.

In an attempt to remove what was left of your own outfit, he stopped you, "Please," he husked, "that outfit has been the bane of my existence, haunting every one of my fantasies - asleep and awake - for the last three and a half weeks. Please, please, please," he begged, "let me enjoy the slow, satisfying removal as I worship every inch of you," he finished, with a small quirk of an eyebrow ridge, climbing onto the bed, and pulling your sex to meet his mouth.

"Donnie!" you gasped as his tongue gently glided over your folds once, before expertly finding its way to your engorged jewel. His warm, silky tongue laved over the bud, shuffling between whirling, tickling, and flicking. He produced a low hum, making it sound as if you were the most exquisite meal he’d ever had. Some occasional suction had you pressing yourself closer to him as he demanded your body to give him more of your essence.

A whimper left your lips when he pulled his sinful mouth away from your needy body, only to have him pull your petals back, exposing your pearl completely. Kissing then wrapping his lips around her, he alternated between gentle suction and tiny licks with just the tip of his flattened tongue. His hands relocated and now held your hips tight to the bed, so you were unable to move even a millimeter. He had complete control over your pleasure, and he knew it.

He looked up at you between your legs, mouth still at work, watching you with those big honey-colored eyes as you couldn’t help but pant and moan his name, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket beneath you as you tried to keep your sanity. Seeing the tightening of your lower abdomen, he stopped right before you peaked.

You gulped air into your lungs at the sudden reprieve, as if you’d just been held underwater for the last fifteen minutes. Donnie pushed himself to a standing position, his impressive erection bobbing as he got up, beading at the tip. He licked his lips, looking down at you before wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

He grabbed the waist of your skirt, taking his time as he pulled it down over your hips and past your knees. His eyes glazed over as he watched your body's lower half become more exposed. Once the skirt had been tossed to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, he crawled back onto the bed, straddled your lap, and pulled you to a sitting position. Sitting back on his haunches, his hands found the bottom hem of your tank top. He peeled it off slowly, dragging his nails softly along your sides the whole way up, his eyes drinking in the sight of your breasts as they slid out of the built-in bra and bounced, grateful to be free.

He’d barely gotten rid of your top before his lips were on yours again. Lying you back down on the bed, he left a path of open-mouthed kisses from your lips, to your jaw, and down your neck.

A throaty, satisfied moan left him as he drew one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, and sucking ever so gently. Reflexively, your hands moved affectionately over his shoulders and biceps, appreciating his beautiful physique.

“Donnie,” you gasped when he nibbled one bud, while pinching the other, causing your stomach muscles to tighten, and your thighs to clench. A wet warmth trickled between your legs and onto his bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, getting up for a moment and tugging you up with him. Pulling you over him, so you were straddling his lap, he moved his legs apart to bring your hovering sex closer to his. His finger slid between your petals, swirling your slick in circles, teasing as he spread the dampness of your core, before lining himself up against your entrance.

Locking eyes with you, he whispered, “I’m gonna make sure that I give you the best damn orgasm of your life, so you’ll never want anyone except for me, ever again.”

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 7 months

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BAND OF BROTHERS TERROR AU. TELL ME. NOWWWW

OK!!!! I'm not going to put everything in here because I don't want this post to end up HUGE (EDIT: this post ended up massive anyway), so I'll talk about the main components and some stuff I like, and if people want me to go more in-depth and discuss other side characters I will.

Tagging people who commented on the original post in case y'all want to read @latibvles @fearlessjones

Herbert Sobel is the original captain of HMS Erebus - he is the Sir John Franklin figure, he's incompetent, and whilst many of his higher-ups know he is ultimately not suited to such an expedition, they let him lead anyway because they like him, and they hope he will finally get some glory amongst all his failure. However, perhaps his key flaw is his keen dislike for the captain of the HMS Terror, Richard Winters.

Ok, I KNOWWWW people are gonna think that Nixon would be a better fit for this role, because he arguably resembles Crozier much more, but WAIT. For those of you who haven't read the book, it is said that the HMS Erebus has absolutely NO alcohol in its stores because Franklin does not drink. If this is the case here too, and Lewis Nixon is stuck as Sobel's commander, this will send him insane over time. Nixon and Winters are very competent leaders, so for this AU to work I need to break them, and what better way than to weaken Nix from months of withdrawal at sea with Captain Fucking Sobel? Combine this with Winters refusal to indulge him with his own alcohol stores, and now there's a wedge driven between the two before they're even stranded.

But even so, Winters needs something that will impede his own leadership, and for him, I think that's his sense of responsibility for his men. Winters is always striving to find a solution that will cause the least amount of damage to his men - he wants them safe, and he doesn't care if they have to turn this ship around and head home to do it. But he can't. By the time they get stuck in the ice, there is no possible solution he can come up with that won't result in his men's suffering or even loss of life, and this leaves him jaded, wearing him down as the situation becomes even more dire and he has to watch more and more of his men killed by the cold, sickness, and the Tuunbaq. This will get to him, and it will impede his ability to think rationally.

Right, now for the Lieutenants. On HMS Terror, you have First Lieutenant Harry Welsh, Second Lieutenant Buck Compton, and Third Lieutenant Henry Jones. Whilst Welsh and Compton are very competent, much like their captain, Jones has risen through the ranks due to little more than wealth and connections. Whilst he could not purchase his commission, his family manage to pull the right strings, and now he's here with very little experience and absolutely NO respect from the men, already making way for the system of leadership to be undermined before things ever get serious.

On the HMS Erebus, Captain Sobel (And eventually Captain Nixon, once Sobel is killed) have First and Second Lieutenants Ronald Speirs and Carwood Lipton. These two are excellent in a crisis, and when the crew becomes despaired as Sobel's incompetency and Nixon's declining health as a result of his withdrawal, they are given the heavy burden of trying to raise morale and keep the men's trust as the situation grows ever more dire.

Chief Surgeon of the HMS Terror Eugene Roe has gotten a lotttt more than he bargained for with this expedition. Yes, he takes his job seriously, and yes, he came here to help people, but more than anything he just wanted to be a part of something real, to see the Passage with his own eyes and know he had helped to make a difference. But now his surgery is crammed with victims of the Tuunbaq and men displaying very unusual symptoms that he doesn't quite understand. He's losing sleep and he's losing hope, and he doesn't know quite how to cope with the knowledge that he isn't as good as he thought, and he truly cannot save these men.

Captain's Steward David Webster believes he's made for more than this. He's educated, no small feat when half the men on the Terror can scarcely even read, and he feels his skills are wasted running around after Captain Winters. But he comes from a high-ranking Naval family, and if he ever wants to make something of himself there's little option but to work his way through it unless he wants to be stuck doing this forever. As time passes, he begins to grow bitter at his position, which is why when Caulker Roy Cobb begins disparaging Winters' leadership, his words begin to make sense to Webster.

I've planned roles for all of the notable characters in BoB but I do not want to write a fucking novel on this post, so please let me know if you want to see more!

#bob terror au #band of brothers #the terror #the terror amc #dick winters #herbert sobel #lewis nixon #harry welsh #buck compton

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compassionatereminders · 7 months

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Thank you for being there/here on/in this place on the internet. —I mean safe space.

I hope this is a safe space to act weird

And be ok to be difficult to understand. thank you for your blog, sincerely. / seriously

I’m sorry if this is difficult to understand

Usually I manage to figure out what y'all intend to communicate - and if I don't, I'll ask. Perfect wording isn't a must. And weirdness is definitely allowed

#chat with kat

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harrison-galore · 11 months

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I ain't really been feeling yee haw lately but I try to get the most help I can, anyone else feeling suicidal should too, more people should be aware that you are cared about, even if it's not by some it can be by others, 988 is the suicide hotline and if you arent comfortable sharing those issues with a stranger, talk to me, we can be friends and build until you feel safe enough to get help you need, I understand that it's not just as simple as "getting help right away" and that it takes time, you shouldn't feel like nobody cares or that you're just "looking for attention" that shit pisses me off ngl, no one brain is the same, everybody suffers differently so don't ever let anyone tell you that your issues aren't valid. If you feel like you wanna support men's health this month or spread awareness about suicide in general,

The color is blue, if you wanna wear those nifty little ribbons

To those who know somebody who is suicidal please try to be careful and noticable around them or others as sometimes suicide has only slight signs and usually isn't easily picked up on

Please try to give/get the best help y'all can 🙂

And those stupid people who like to talk shit about suicidal people should get help too cuz y'all need it just as much tbh, fucking dumbasses, there's something seriously the fuck wrong with you if you think telling a suicidal person to kill themselves is any bit of ok, i know suicidal people can sound like a broken record and that's because THE ISSUE DOESNT GO AWAY YOU FUCKING RETARD, and to those who have done that I hope you get hit by a fucking semi and live. 😘🖕

#mental wellbeing #mental illness #mentalheathawareness #suicide awareness #mens mental health #june 2023 #988lifeline #bros being bros #fyppage #self healing #self help #somebody loves you #yee haw #love yall

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pagannightwitch · 2 years

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Listening in

"Hope you enjoyed the show, stranger."

He startled at the muffled voice, raspy-sweet from presumably deepthroating something. Movement near his crocs caught his eye. He realized he'd been leaning against an adjoining room door. He could see the shadow of someone's feet on the other side, cast over the carpet he was standing on. The woman on the other side shifted, and he watched the shadows move across his dingy rubber shoes.

"I uh-yeah I did enjoy it."

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My lovely wife @rook-on-bough beta'd for me. If we missed something, welp. It's out in the universe now, y'all.

There it was again.

What the fuck is that sound?

Thump, thump, thump, gasp, quiet moan.

Dieter smirked. Ahhh. Someone's fucking in one of the rooms nearby. He'd know that sound anywhere. He walked over to the wall where the noises were coming from, pressed his ear to the wall, and listened. He closed his eyes to focus all of his energy on hearing.

Palming himself through his beat up pajama pants, he could almost guarantee someone was fucking against this wall. Vibrations from the thumping were making his face tingle. He stroked himself harder when he heard a woman's voice murmuring,

"Mmm, you like that? Thanks for the big tip hornibeestiboi019, your request is next."

Dieter scrunched his eyebrows. What the fuck?

A timer went off and he jumped a bit, recovering and immediately pressing his ear to the wall again.

"Mmm, alright hornyboi, I can do that."

There was a small grunt, and a slick sound, before he heard gagging noises. Oh fuck.

Was this a porn thing? One of those singlefans things? Onlyfriends? Whatever the damn website was called?

The timer went off again. Dieter heard a squelch and a delicate cough.

"Alright, the last five minutes. You know what that means. Who wants to bet on if I'm gonna squirt?"

Dieter had dropped his pants, letting them pool atop his crocs. Spitting into his open palm to slick the way, he feverishly fucked his fist. The muscles in his little ass flexing over and over, he never slowed the movement of his hips. A string of saliva dripped from his lips to his forearm as he grunted, hearing the sweet moans getting louder next door, feeling the vibrations of the thumping under the flattened palm he'd braced himself with. He began thrusting in time with the thumps, the woman's voice reaching a crescendo, there was a warble in the cries.

She and Dieter gasped at the same time, groaning and moaning together through the thin walls in harmony. Dieter took a long, deep breath and opened his eyes once the aftershocks finally slowed. He faintly heard the woman sigh, and thank her audience, letting them know when the next show was, a little louder, he thought, than she'd been speaking prior.

Was that for his benefit?

He heard that wet sound again, followed by a little grunt, and then a snap, likely a laptop being closed. Dieter had painted the wall with more cum than he'd expelled in a long, long time. He pulled his pants up and wiped his hands on the dirty fabric, leaving the trails of semen on the wall.

"Hope you enjoyed the show, stranger."

"I uh-yeah I did enjoy it."

He felt strangely sheepish, and Dieter was never sheepish.

"Was it a good cum?"

The woman's voice had dropped to a low, husky, breathy tone. It rattled Dieter to his very core. He frantically began to nod, and then squeaked out an answer when he realized she couldn't see him.

"Yeah. Best cum I've had in a l-long time."

He heard a genuine chuckle through the door and what sounded like fading footsteps. Dieter panicked and blurted out,

"Wait! What's your name?"

He waited for a heartbeat before she answered.

"That's for me to know."

"Do I get to find out?" Dieter was wheedling now and was not above begging.

"Hmmm. I guess," she paused to think. Or cause tension. Or torture him. Or maybe all three, "I guess we'll have to see, won't we?"

Dieter let out a loud groan and let his head fall against the wall with a soft bap.

The clear laugh rang pleasantly in his ears, and he locked that sound away with the other memories of her voice, her noises.

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He would beat off later that night to a drug fueled fantasy.

He imagined himself with long flowing hair, a chiseled chest, eight pack abs, and beefy arms. He was clad in naught but a gauzy white shirt and brown breeches. He’d burst through the door, declare his undying affections, rejecting the notion of marrying the duchess for money. He’d shout out his love for her, rip her bodice to shreds, and throw her on the bed. She’d roll over on her tummy, her pretty, rounded ass in the air. She’d moan as he rammed into her from behind. Unicorns pranced in the background, a tornado whirled in the shower, upside down peacocks waddled across the ceiling, cooing softly. He’d raise an eyebrow at great aunt Gertie tutting at a chicken in the corner as he continued ramming into his lady love. “Oh Dieter! You’re so big and strong, and you have such a big beautiful memmmber! OH DEAR LORD, BRACE YOURSELF DEAREST-”

He grunted and spurted over his soft tummy as he came. It hadn't been nearly as satisfactory as it had been earlier in the day, listening to her. He opened his eyes to find himself alone in his big hotel bed, the light from the porno on the big screen casting shadows across the darkened room, the sounds of the terrible quasi-british accents cutting through his head like a knife.

He fumbled for the remote, switching off the Pride and Prejudice themed film. He squeezed his eyes shut again, and took a deep inhale through his nostrils, filling up his lungs with air. He blew it out forcefully enough to knock his expensive sunglasses off his nose. He’d forgotten they were there.

He had to find out what site she worked from.

Dieter liked being high. He'd chase a good high to the ends of the earth and back, different types of drugs, new experiences, delicious food and drink, beautiful people he'd fucked, or been fucked by. He collected the memories, let them settle in his soul and mold his worldview.

He needed to know who was on the other side of the wall.

He had to know her name.

He wanted to sink himself into her, meld to her skin, taste her sighs, and swallow her moans.

He desperately hoped she'd say yes to his ever present question.

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The next morning, afternoon really, it was nearly noon, he woke to crusty sheets. His dingy pants were wrapped around one of his ankles and a croc had wedged itself under his butt. He groaned in pain as he rolled off the bed. Waddling over to the large mirror in the room, his pants still around that one ankle, he peered into the smudged glass to check his sore ass cheek. It was reddened and had little circular imprints all on one side. He rubbed the tender skin as he mumbled to himself, trying to remember what he was supposed to do today. Why did he always do so many drugs? He pinched the bridge of his nose and thought hard. One sentence skittered across his sleepy mind. Do you wanna have sex with me?

He slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand, banging his brow bone with his ridiculously thick pinky ring.

Oh FUCK, the question.

He shirked his annoying pants altogether, letting his poor, stinging-red bottom feel the cool air as he shuffled over the the adjoining door. He pressed his ear against the door and listened. "Finally up, huh neighbor?" Dieter's eyes widened, how the fuck did she know?

His cock twitched.

"Uhhh-" He heard a soft chuckle, which was not helping the whole hardening cock predicament. He absentmindedly stroked himself as he stood there, half drunk on the few words she'd spoken.

"I can see your shadow and little toes poking under the door. You waiting for something, sweet cheeks?"

He squeezed himself almost painfully. He swallowed thickly, his adam's apple bobbing as he steeled himself to speak with his usual confidence.

Alright Dee, be cool. You do this all the time. You're hot. You're an Oscar winner. You have a big fat cock. You-

"Well, neighbor, watcha waiting for?"

Dieter took a deep breath and steeled himself. He could do this.

A crease appeared between his eyebrows, and he changed his mind at the last second.

"What's your favorite color?"

There was a long, pregnant silence before she spoke again.

"What did you say?" She'd put aside her bedroom voice, she seemed smaller, quieter, kind. He thought she sounded even sexier without the falsely raspy timbre.

"Your favorite color, what is it?"

He heard a very quiet hmmm, after asking his question that second time.

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It was after midnight when Dieter finally noticed the hour. They'd sat and chatted all day long about anything, everything, and nothing at all. He'd gotten dressed, ordered room service for himself and made sure to send a big cart of food to her room too. They shared funny stories from their childhoods, family tragedies, and what their least favorite gummy worm brand was. "Sour Trollies are literally the only way to go," he argued.

She huffed in mock outrage. "No fuckin' way, neighbor. Black Forest gummies have real fruit juice. REAL fruit juice, ok? They're the goddamn best and I can't be swayed."

Dieter's butt hurt from sitting on the floor against the shared door all day. Not to mention his back was going to be utterly fucked, and he'd probably get yelled at by his chiropractor.

His cheeks also hurt from smiling so much.

They still hadn't traded names. He didn't mind. He'd be patient, and was very confident he'd find out soon enough. He felt something brush his fingers and looked down. A hand with brightly colored nails had just barely poked through the sizeable crack under the door. She caressed what she could reach of him. Dieter's heart raced, the thumping in his ears was deafening as he interlaced his pinky with hers.

#Dieter Bravo #Dieter Bravo x Female OC #I THINK?#This may become a reader fic #I dunno if I'll even do any more of this #the bubble fanfiction #the bubble #the bubble fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #my fic #Dieter #raccoon boy #scruffy possum man #trash panda man #Dieter Bravo x reader #dieter bravo x f!reader #we stan sex work in this house #if you have a problem with that fuck off

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globodamorte · 1 year

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...is jeongdo planting memories in seongbin's head. hear me out.

ok first of all I literally almost threw up reading this episode. the music was a cool touch but the way jeongdo was pressing seongbin like "I need to humiliate him" "he's thinking he's better than us bc were being slandered by the media" (which btw way to make your personal feelings seep into the investigation asshole. the media is slandering y'all bc y'all are incompetent pigs. like. sometimes I thought I was going too far with jeongdo's obsession with seongbin but this confirms it for me. he's making it personal. he's making it about himself) "I need to come up with something doesn't matter if I'm wrong" "you were scared of being just like your mother" idk felt so icky to me. literally how dare you talk about his mother like that. how dare you bring up his abuse and purposefully trigger him.

"uuuhh but investigation tactics" if purposefully triggering trauma in people is investigation tactics then they're are abusive end of story lmao fuck off. there's ways to interrogate people without traumatizing them.

anyway.

we know seongbin said "I don't think I would do that". this highly indicates he doesn't remember killing anyone.

God fucking dammit I can't write properly I'm just so disappointed. I hate this lmao

anyway wtf was I saying. yeah he doesn't remember much and so the pressure of a policeman saying "we know what happened even though you don't" can fr just. make seongbin accept those "memories" as the truth. jeongdo may be literally gaslighting seongbin into believing that he did it.

like. idk how relatable this is. but yk that feeling when you don't know if something that seemed to have happened in your childhood actually happened or if it was a dream? also sometimes when I'm asked to recall something I don't remember, often I'll think "I can imagine/see myself doing this" but I'll still not know for certain. does that make sense? now imagine this feeling while being under severe mental distress

what I mean is seongbin is not in the right state of mind to be able to say for certain that he's remembering things. also jeongdo kept pressing and triggering him of course he'll not be stable enough to think properly. his mom just died too and the pigs that tased him are shit talking her.

I'm seriously so upset I might cry. bashi I'm gonna grab your foot when you're asleep.

I'm also so pissed at jeongdo fr IDC anymore. fucking pig I hope he chokes on mud

everyone in this webtoon is an unreliable narrator. so I can safely say that no, we can't be sure those "memories" are even real they could just be jeongdo's re-imagining of the murder

I hope maybe Dr. ju intervenes somehow. as the psychiatrist I hope she can do something. isn't this a thing like in trials? where you can object bc they're inducing the person to think/answer in a specific way? maybe she'll intervene bc his testimony won't be reliable idk whatever

I don't know what to say. this doesn't feel satisfying. the puzzle pieces seem to be falling into place but I keep thinking "this can't be it... it's too easy"

I can only hold on to the hope that I'm right on my meta analysis of the series as a whole and boy if I am right... oh boy...

but on the other hand I literally can't help but think that something's wrong. and idk maybe it's because I keep thinking there's No Way they'll go through this cliched overused and most of all offensive and ableist route. but what if they do? what then lol I'm seriously so sad

I can't even joke about how if there's a twist and it's not seongbin then I'll suck bashi so silly and sloppy like i feel defeated. they're torturing me they don't deserve my tornado blowjob... not now at least. even if bashi defeats the ableist allegations they won't defeat the psychological torturer ones 😔

to the one person who reads these. I'm so sorry this is so messy

#chasing tails #i need a drink.#just realized the visible text makes it sound like jeongdo's some kind of wizard. he's not he's just a shitty cop

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ghost-of-luna · 1 year

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Hello lovely, hope you're doing alright, if not, then I'm sending all the good vibes your way.

Ok gush time about my recent visit lol Last weekend I got to go see my gf for 5 days. We had bought onesies before hand (we looked ridiculously cute) to wear and take pics together. We laughed, smiled and cuddled a lot that night and a little not so innocent at a point. She took me to the cities massive library (posted a pic a bit ago) and I was in heaven. She's not as into them as I am, so it meant a lot that she took me and enjoyed it with me... and make out a few times. We even went to a nearby island that had a cute town that we spent the day in, going to an art museum, a nature conservatory, having sex in her backseat...a few times, and just enjoying being with each other. I even met several of her close friends, and turns out they liked me woo.

She's been such a light in my life, making me feel safe and comfortable and incredibly loved. And I try every day to make her feel those same things. I lucked tfo with her, and srsly so happy I had the guts to message her. I don't take any day with her for granted. Even if we weren't long distance, she deserves to be loved to the fullest.

Ok this was long af, sorry!! But truly, I do hope you've been well and I'm always so happy to see you on my dash or notifs.

Kicelyn 🖤 🖤 🖤

Omg I adore this so so so much 😍🥺 I am sooo so so happy for you and I love seeing both of y'all's posts and reblogs of each other it is seriously the fucking cutest. <3 Wishing the absolute best for you, lovely 💕Also that whole trip sounds like a dream 💕 I am so happy for you and @casualbutch

come gush about your significant other/s in my ask box

#asks #👻 answers from beyond #kicelyn

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missvelvetsstuff · 2 years

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I'm really scared to post this, its darker and more graphic than I've ever done but when I read it through I kinda like it. I hope y'all like it too.

Please let me know what you think.

Fridays Place

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter 7

Warnings: 18+ only!!! NonCon, rape, forced drugging, anal rape, forced oral male and female, kidnapping, swearing. Seriously this shit is pretty dark.

Tony almost dropped the phone "What do you mean she's missing? You were supposed to be watching her." His voice getting louder as he went. "How did you lose her, Val? Why did she leave the property without you?"

Val shook her head "I don't know Tony. I get up before her alarm goes off every morning. She must have gotten up early to go ride. I'll find out her usual trail and see if I can find anything."

Tony was pissed "You better get on it. Now I have to tell Barnes and listen to him rant. Don't be surprised if he shows up there looking for blood."

Val gulped "I know, Tony. I'm on this."

After she hung up Val turned to MJ and Peter "When she rides, does she have a route she sticks to? I need one of you to take me on her path and see of we can find any clues. Although, I'm pretty sure we all know who is behind this but maybe we can find something."

She called Carol and Maria to get them onsite to protect the the volunteers and horses while she walked Friday's path.

MJ took Val for a walk while Peter took care of morning feeding and chores. Peter mumbled and was half crying with worry. Friday was his mentor and had been there for him for years, even before he met MJ.

On their walk Val grilled MJ about Friday's habits, hoping to find a clue somewhere in there. MJ was going on about the stable when Val interrupted her "Wait, there's something shiny in the gutter there. And what looks like blood on the curb."

MJ cried as she picked up the shiny "This is Friday's ring. Her mom gave it to her, she would never let this go"

Val nodded "I'll bet this is her blood. She probably hit her head when she fell off of Destry. It's not too much blood so hopefully shes ok."

Val called Tony to up date him but his phone went to voicemail. She figured he was on the phone so sent him a text.

Meanwhile, Tony was trying to be patient as he called Bucky "Hey Barnes-"

Bucky interrupted, half asleep "Tony? What's going on? Why are you calling me so early?"

Tony took a sip of coffee, trying to wake himself up "We have a bit of a problem. I just spoke to Val and-"

Bucky sat up in bed "Val? Wasn't she one of the guards you sent for Friday? Is she ok? What the fuck happened?"

Tony tried to calm him down "Ok Barnes, don't panic. We don't know where she is. Apparently she went for a ride without waking Val up and her horse came back without her."

Bucky exploded "What the fuck are you telling me Stark? She's just gone? How could your people let this happen?" He jumped out of bed and started the shower. "We already know who's behind this. Didn't take Rumlow long to strike. I'll be there at her stable in 20. Meet me." And he hung up leaving Tony to call Rhodey and Happy to take him.

Pepper kissed him goodbye with tears in her eyes "Please find my friend, Tony."

Tony held her and promised "We will".

When Bucky hung up on Tony he called Steve, Sam and Clint to come with him to Friday's and his mother to pick up Becca for a few days. He sent them to a safe house that even Sharon and Dot didn't know about. Clints wife Laura(who used to work for Bucky before she had kids so was trained in multiple guns and hand to hand) stayed with Becca while she slept and joined them, with her kids, to the safe house.

After his shower Bucky dressed quickly in jeans a t-shirt and his leather jacket. He left his house on his motorcycle, next to Steve on his with Sam and Clint following in his SUV. When they arrived at the stable, Tony was already there talking to MJ and Val. Bucky dismounted his bike and went straight to Tony.

"So what do we have? Anything?" He asked breathlessly.

Tony turned to him, speaking calmly so as not to upset Bucky any more but he knew it wouldn't work. "We have a horse with no rider, the kid looked him over and no clues, no injuries. When they walked her usual route Val and MJ found a ring that belongs to Friday and some blood on the pavement nearby."

"BLOOD??? You found blood on the pavement? Are you sure it's hers?" Bucky sounded desperate "You're positive it's blood?" He started hyperventilating.

Tony touched his shoulder and Bucky jumped "Look Buck, I know how you feel about her but now isn't the time to break down. We need to stay calm and be smart about this. Take a breath and let's see of we can figure out where she might be."

Friday woke up with a pounding headache. She reached up to touch her head and could barely move, feeling something wrapped around her wrists. Her head was damp, like blood. She tried to move her legs but they were restrained too. She opened her eyes and was grateful.the room wasn't too bright. She was laid out on a bed with nothing but her bra and panties on. The room was small with only the queen sized bed and a dresser, no windows and nothing that could help her from where she was tied up. She remembered not being able to sleep and taking Destry for a ride. A plastic bag startled him and that's all she could remember. It was Brock, she knew it had to be, that it wasn't over.

Friday was scared. She knew Brock was ruthless and wouldn't put it past him to kill her and her friends just for some business deal. She worried that Destry didn't make it home safe and hoped that MJ and Peter found him. She knew that her friends would easily figure out who took her but didn't know what they could do against Brock, they weren't gangsters and she didn't want any of them hurt because of her.

Friday started panicking, trying to pull her arms and legs free, she felt her heart racing and tried not to cry. Her chest hurt and she couldn't catch her breath when it got worse. She heard the door opening and tried to calm herself with no luck.

Brock walked in and looked her over. "I like you like this, almost naked and tied up, waiting for me to decide what to do with, or to, you." He laughed "I told you I would have you and it won't be long now. I just have to wait for Barnes to call me, then the fun begins" Brock ran his hand from her neck to her mound and grabbed her hard, making Friday wince. "Might as well get yourself comfortable while we wait" he pulled out a syringe and injected it into her arm. "As much as taking you dry, with no prep sounds appealing it'll be more fun if Barnes can hear how wet this cunt is. Plus this'll make it easier to make you cum. I can barely wait, you'll be begging me soon" He paused as he opened his pants and pulled his cock out. "But who says I have to wait" he started jacking himself off, fondling her with his other hand and groaning as he climbed up on her, smacked her face with his cock a few times and warned "Biting me will only make it worse" and shoved his cock into her mouth until she was gagging around him. "Fuck, this mouth is hot. I knew you would be a tiger. I've been waiting so long for you that I don't think I'll last long this time"

Friday gagged and cried but could barely catch her breath as he fucked her mouth roughly.

"Shit. I'm gonna cum" he grabbed his phone and started filming as he pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face. When he caught his breath he took a few pictures. "Barnes should love these pics and they are just the beginning"

Brock put himself away and left Friday crying with his cum drying on her face.

Bucky, Tony and their men were in Friday's office trying to figure out where Brock might have taken her when Bucky's phone chimed he looked and announced "private number, a burner phone, so it's Brock" when he opened the text he swore at the pictures and felt his blood boiling, gripping the phone so hard he almost cracked it.

Tony tried to grab the phone but Bucky wouldn't let him take it. "What is it Barnes?"

Buckys face had lost all its color and he felt like he could cry or scream or tear Brock apart piece by piece "It's Friday in a uh, compromising position. I don't think she would want everyone seeing her like this. He has already started on her, we need to find her before he goes any further."

Buckys phone rang, Brock "What the fuck are you doing, Brock?" Bucky growled

Brock laughed "Just taking what should have been mine awhile ago. Friday and her place are mine now. Doesn't she look pretty in the pictures I sent you? Since you'll never have her I thought it was only fair to share the pictures with you. Don't worry, there will be more very soon." Brock hung up and Bucky tried to take some breaths and calm himself. He knew he needed to be clear headed if he was going to find her.

Friday started feeling hot all over and a tingling all over her body. Even the cheap sheets touching her skin caused tingling that went straight to her core. Her breath caught when she realized it was whatever was in that syringe. Apparently some kind of aphrodisiac because her body felt desperate to be touched, to be filled.

The door opened and Friday held her breath waiting for whatever was next. It was Dot. She giggled at Friday's obvious distress. "I guess now you will know better than to mess with other women's men. It's a shame you'll never be with Bucky, he's an amazing lover. Brock isn't as giving and Sharon is downright selfish. You'll see soon enough." Friday spit in her face, Dot slapped Friday's face and Friday groaned. Dot laughed "You liked that didn't you. Brock calls that stuff sex pollen, says it'll make you desperate to be filled and cum. He won't let me be in the room but he's recording everything so I'll see it later

The blow job was nice, his cum looks pretty on you. Brace yourself because it's going to get much worse." Dot left the room and Friday just felt hotter and needier.

When the door opened a short time later Friday felt like she was going to burn up. She was so desperate to be touched. It was Sharon, looking smug "See Friday, I told you I would pay you back for everything you did. I'm not happy about Brock fucking you but we came to an agreement on that." Sharon pulled her pants and underwear off. "I'm going to sit on your face and you will make me cum. Don't make me do all the work. If you do a good job then maybe I'll tell Brock to let you cum but that's for later." She climbed up on the bed until she was straddling Friday's head and lowered herself down until Friday could barely breathe. "Get licking bitch or you won't be cumming today and there's no tomorrow for you." Friday started sucking on Sharon's swollen clit, feeling her juices dripping down her face. Sharon moaned "That's better, fuck yeah. Don't stop" she was grinding harder and faster and Friday hoped she was almost done, she changed up by tongue fucking her and rubbing her nose on Sharon's clit. Sharon started whining "Oh, fuck I'm so close, so good. Don't stop, oohhh fuck I'm cumming." Friday felt Sharon gush over her face and kept licking until Sharon got up, her legs unsteady. She grinned at Friday "you've done that before. I should have known trash like you went both ways.

Brock walked in "Well, you look pretty warm there. I wonder how that serum is working." He grinned at Sharon "shes got a nice mouth, huh? Why don't you bring out that box of toys and we'll see how many we can use on her before she passes out." Sharon nodded and laughed putting the box down on the dresser, opening it for Brock.

Brock grinned malevolently "We are gonna have so much fun. Make sure the camera is running so we can include Barnes." He started with nipple clamps and then a large butt plug and inserted it without any lube or concern for the pain caused. Friday yelped and then groaned. Brock laughed "Can't help yourself, can you? Even the stuff that hurts will make you feel good"

Bucky's phone dingged again, he grabbed it and saw a new text, with a video. It was Sharon taking her turn with Friday and Bucky could hear every word Sharon said, every moan. He dropped his phone.

Steve looked at him "You ok Buck?"

Bucky shook his head "another message from Brock. Sharon's turn.

I'm gonna kill both of them. Slow and painful. But we have to find her first."

Steve nodded "We'll find her."

Brock looked at Friday her face still covered in his and Sharon's mess. He pulled a knife from his belt and used it to cut thru Friday's bra and panties, leaving her naked and fully exposed.

He looked at Sharon "grab the wand" and pulled his already erect cock out, stroking himself a few times "put the wand on her clit and keep it there until I say otherwise." Sharon nodded, grinning evilly.

When the wand touched Friday's clit she groaned loudly, hoping for some release to help calm her body's reaction to the drugs she had been given. She felt her orgasm start to build and couldn't help but rock her hips, trying to help it. Then she felt like she was going to fall off that ledge and she heard Brock. "Take it away. I don't think she deserves to cum yet."

As Friday was panting and whining in frustration Brock slammed his cock into her and she screamed. He started rutting into her hard and rough, groaning loudly "Fuck, I knew you would be a perfect fit. This wet cunt is so hot and tight. I'm gonna fill you up so much it's leaking out of you for the rest of the night."

Friday was crying at the combination of pain and pleasure. "Please Brock, I need to cum I need you. Pleasepleaseplease."

Brock smirked "Tell me your mine, this cunt belongs to me."

Friday was delirious needing so badly to cum that she said whatever Brock wanted. "Yes, Brock I'm yours. My cunt is yours." She whined "please, I need it so bad."

Brock laughed "say you will sell your stable to me. Tell me you'll live with me. I'm not letting this cunt go."

"I'll do anything Brock please. It hurts so bad"

Brock looked over to Sharon who wasn't thrilled with what Brock was saying but figured it was heat of the moment. "Put that wand on her clit again"

This went on for what felt like forever to Friday. Brock and Sharon kept edging her until she was hysterically crying and begging.

Brock roughly pulled the plug out and rubbed his cock on her other hole and she cried "Please no, I've never-" Brock laughed and rammed into her, Friday screamed in pain. Brock snapped at Sharon "Put the wand back on her, we'll let her cum this time". Friday yelped "Oh god, please. Brock, I need to cum."

Brock rutted into her even harder, "Cum for me bitch." And she did squirting and spasming until she had nothing left. Brock grunted as he came in her ass. "Don't get comfortable slut, we've only used 3 of the toys."

It went like that for hours with Brock using every toy in that box until Friday passed out.

Brock turned to Sharon "I guess we fucked her unconscious. In the morning you need to call Jack and tell him to set up a room in my basement for her."

Sharon snapped "What do you mean? You can't keep her, you're mine. You told me you were going to kill her tomorrow, when Barnes gets here"

"Plans change sweetheart but you'll still be my #1 slut. Don't forget to send that video to Barnes" Brock left the room.

Sharon was incensed. Once again Friday was being forced on her, taking her man's affections from her. She pulled the cat o nine tails and started whipping Friday all over, screaming at her, her hatred making her even more vicious than normal. She refused to let Friday win again so decided to go along with the original plan and kill Friday when Bucky gets there, regardless of Brock's desires. She had to find a way to do it with Brock right there so spoke with Dr Strange for ideas.

Dr Strange gave her a small dart with poison on it that she could inject into Friday's neck and it would kill her in minutes. Sharon laughed to herself as she put the dart with a cover on the tip, into her pocket.

She also sent the video to Bucky, looking forward to his response. They had both caused her more trouble than they were worth and she would end them both.

Chapter 8

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #Friday's Place #mob au

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theold-ultraviolence · 10 months

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hey bestie,

pls don't - seriously - worry it ain't a problem. and I wholly understand that y'all have lives outside of here and important things to do. as for the whole end of semester thingy, I ain't going to lie: I feel it deeply as I have gone through a zombie since february and right now I have finally finished my exams but my mind is just error 404.

(also bestie, I DID END UP listening TODAY to some songs of the new album - not everything because I am a bit sleepy from not sleeping much last night due to... you guessed it... anxiety, BUT I DID MAKE A SILLY LITTLE GRAPH THINGY WITH MY OPINIONS AND THOUGHTS ON THE SONG AND I SHALL SEND IT TO YOUR DMS) (hoping it won't sound creepy).

oh in all truth, I think that oftentimes men are capable of doing stuff - like if you don't know, there's always a silly tutorial to watch ugh -, they just don't want to do stuff and hence relegate it to women, feigning incompetence.

like today we had a few dudes coming for works at our uni apartment and the mess they left... like I get that it isn't their thing to clean up stuff and that they need to come tomorrow to paint the walls so they had no need to clean up as it'd get dirty, but they could have at least flushed the freaking toilette or maybe just dusted the toilette seat, since it was a mess of dust and I had to.

or another thing (can you tell I hate work being done while I am over?) is that we had this dude coming to check on the heater and he left all his dirty tissues and rags in the kitchen sink, although my roommate had brought to him a bin to put them I ugh... men and the tale of weaponized incompetence.

ok over onto my beef with house works being done, but YEAH men get so much for so little shit. like everybody is always amazed that my dad cooks for us, instead of my mom. and like... maybe he just likes cooking... which isn't inherently a woman's activities, although according to many 'women belong in the kitchen'... I just am amazed whenever men think that simply being human decent being brings them to be utterly gods.

(also your friend's boyfriend's story cracks me up because dude... there are literally canned soups that you just have to microwave... I... it isn't that difficult. and google is free.).

also we have a problem with feminicides as well, alongside a whole culture that tends to protect abusers (TW SA: like you have no idea of how many sa cases got pushed back because of stupid reasons, like e.g.: a girl leaving the door open to her assailant I ugh...).

so yeah, I'd love to be out at night and feel comfortable in my own skin and not have to worry about whether I'd come back home. I know many of my friends are really chill, but I don't know... my anxiety gets the best of me and past 9 p.m. I have to be in my bed. safe and sound.

(also I am truly sorry if these messages seem so heated, I don't - TRULY - know why, aside from feminine rage filling me wholly whenever such topics are brought up).

NO BESTIE, I GOTCHA WHOLLY ABOUT THE TRIPS AND WE HAVE THE SAME MENTALITY!

I didn't want to get too much into it, as I didn't want to use as free therapy, but my therapist literally told me that - no matter whether they are positive or negative - changes are truly exhausting and I felt every inch of that exhaustion.

also I do INDEED struggle a whole lot with things out of my own control as I ... might have... a few... control issues and I do hate being caught unprepared (especially from the food side of things, because it isn't a funny experience, although I know it might seem relatively stupid and of limited importance). but yeah, changes and huge sudden things aren't ever good and I do hope to maybe go back there TO MY OWN TERMS or at least with different expectations and a bit less control onto myself. I certainly have a far better experience underneath my belt.

(still, I have to admit that one of the funniest things was that one of the first conferences was to be had in a former asylum, and the fact was that it wasn't that ... bad. like it wasn't any way creepy if anything, it seemed like some place straight up of a fairytale or a summer villa).

also pls... bestie, don't worry about the fics. I, again, totally understand that y'all have lives and busy stuff to do. they aren't going to certainly run away so pls take all the time you need, although I can't wait to know what you'll think about them!

(but no pressure!).

no no, bestie, I GOTCHA! (are we the same person but in different fonts?) I also dread starting new TV series and I casually rewatch all the three same ones that I love and I now know by heart. mostly because I - EITHER - finish a series in a whole week or I start it, pause it and never get back to it. but yeah, starting new fics asks for a whole level of energy that I am not sure I have in this period, so I wholly understand yah.

(still, I shall check out 'dickensian' because from what I heard it seemed pretty cool).

also yeah... I think that the pacing does a whole lot about my liking for a book as well, and just by trying to read the plot of 'the blind assassin' it did seem like a whole lot to take in.

also can you believe I never read anything by stephen king?

it's mostly because I am a scaredy cat but I have always been curious about 'gerald's game' and also 'the salem lot' seems very interesting (you got me at the 'vampires'), so do let me know how you like it!

and oh gods, I hope you'll enjoy 'mexican gothic' and pls feel free to always chat me onto that as I truly love it! also I have been liking 'lady chatterley's lover' so far, although I haven't read all that much mostly because of uni stuff.

still, I can't believe how ... rowdy and audacious this novel was. like I know that it had some trouble being published for the explicit scenes but the whole ideology and themes behind it were definitely far more scandalous than I thought.

also, another thing is that the beginning there's this discussion about the fact that being intimate with somebody lessens the emotional love they feel for such somebody and I couldn't help but think that it's very similar to a concept expressed in a poem by catullus (a latin poet), where he says the infamous 'odi et amo' (I hate and I love you). which can be taken as both the typical antithetic view on love BUT ALSO, about the author's lessened emotional interest in a pure relationship with his lover and heightened favor for a sexual relationships. it's a whole interesting concept, I am a sucker of and when I read a similar reasoning in 'lady chatterley's lover' I was definitely giggling like the idiotic academic I am.

oh oh, I gotcha: I feel like joe was my last summer's obsession, ewan my autumn and winter's one and he keeps on being the one of spring, although during this summer, who knows which actor might I get attached to? (jack o'connel is growing onto me bestie). they certainly need to be british if I want the royal mail to send them.

(and yeah, like ewan is the babiest of my favorite actors, leave that man alone! haven't you seen the sweaty and oily glow of eternal youthood).

oh oh, I am glad you found both the series and although it might seem difficult, roman dialect isn't that terrible (although they have some strange ways for example: 'tagliarsi' - which is generally translated as 'cutting yourself' - means around rome 'having fun'. why? I don't know. it's super funny because there are so many different ways to say something, like to skip school it can be: 'fare bigia', 'fare filone', 'marinare la scuola' based on where you live in italy).

also I hope that you get back to your courses, but also give yourself some credit: you are learning a whole new - complex - language, while handling a life. not all people can do that and you can absolutely take a break from it.

and if you ever want to send me silly messages in italian, I am all for it! if anything your italian might be better than my own...

with this being said, I am off to doing a bit of stuff and then I hope that tonight I'll get a bit to myself to continue finally reading 'lady chatterley's lover' (I have reached to where clifford has asked her to have a baby, I am quite at the beginning as I have told you but hey...).

pls take all the time that you need to answer this and I hope you get to relax and enjoy life and most importantly daydream all you want about eddie and sorceress! reader.

have a lovely day!

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Error 404 is SO RIGHT, BESTIE! tbh I'm still feeling like that! some things came up that I need to do but I seriously don't have any more brain capacity at the moment because my brain is already in vacation mode, and thinking about my trip next week, but most importantly ON DANNY ELFMAN MODE! because I FINALLY GOT MY VISA, so it's super confirmed that I'm gonna see the goth grandpa! (although you already know this, but I feel the need to sneak this into all my conversations recently, so, apologies kdflkgjdjh) also, LOVED your graph thingy!! (another thing you know by now, but I really did) Anyway, onto my reply!

"they just don't want to do stuff and hence relegate it to women, feigning incompetence." Absolutely. And it freaking sucks to hear that you had to experience that because another thing I absolutely hate next to an incompetent man is people who simply do not respect your space. And this goes for people in general. My mom likes to invite her friends/colleagues to our apartment sometimes, and we only have two bathrooms, one that's my mom's that's inside her room, and the other in the hallway, which is mine, but because it's in the hallway, when we have visitors, that's the one they use. And I always have my things in order and spotless and when the visitors come UGHHHHHHHHHHH JUST, DROPLETS OF WATER EVERYWHERE, THEY USE UP ALL THE TOILET PAPER, THE HAND TOWEL IS JUST THROWN OVER THE SINK, JUST, A MESS! A MESS! And it's awful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! makes me wanna chew through the drywall when I go check my bathroom after they're gone, so I totally understand.

And also this whole rant about men feigning incompetence reminds me of my uncles (all of them, but especially the one that lives with my grandparents). Idk if I've mentioned it to you before, but part of the reason why my brain has been mush this year is that my grandma has been sick and requires 24/7 care because of brain damage. And my uncle literally lives in that house and STILL my grandpa had to hire a nurse (and a very important detail is that my grandpa, at 80 years old, STILL WORKS because of necessity, so hiring extra help puts a dent in his income) to be with them because this fucking man can't, for the life of him, lift a finger and help my grandpa take care of my grandma. Like, men will have egos so freaking big that they can't see past their own noses and put their comfort aside to help one another, it's way easier to feign incompetence. Anyway, long ass rant!! in conclusion: men that aren't fictional fucking SUCK. Which also ties into our respective problems with feminicides. Absolutely, we have the same culture here, that protects abusers. And the horror stories you hear about how women were treated are just awful to think about, and terrifying because you have this lingering fear that, you never know if it could happen to you, so you can't just freely walk around alone in the streets. Because we've both shared that we wanna get out of our countries, I truly hope it's something that can happen to us because, Idk if you feel like this too, but I feel like I'm missing out on so much stuff and my life is just slipping by because I can't do so many stuff because of my countries limitations. I hate feeling that way. It dawns on me that I'm gonna be 30 in a couple of years (and I know that by no means 30 is the end-all of your life), but I feel like I've missed out on life so much because of this.

Also PS. Never be sorry about heated messages, lmao!! I love that we can talk about silly AND serious things! And also, the thing about the food doesn't sound silly at all! Especially if it alters how you feel significantly. I feel so fed up and annoyed about things that maybe other people find insignificant and ridiculous but it's like, they're important TO ME and them being altered because of things out of my control affects ME. My mom is always on my case because of these sort of thing. I'll have meltdowns over things she finds absurd but it's like: you have a plan, or a predicted outcome, and when that outcome is altered, it's kinda like !!! your whole world shifts, I suppose. Like with my visa. They specifically told me: you'll be able to pick it up between 2-3 weeks. AND WE WERE ONTO THE FOURTH and I wasn't hearing from the consulate at all! In fact, the page where you can check the status of your application was probably malfunctioning because every time I logged in, it said 'your search did not return any data'. I was starting to panic because what if the application never came through? what if the visas are ready but because the data isn't showing, I won't know when to pick them up? and I had heard horror stories of that process taking up to 3 to 5 months, and I was already thinking that that was gonna be my case, so goodbye Danny Elfman and goodbye A7X. My mom was absolutely chill about it meanwhile I was losing it, because in my mind I already had a time frame set, and not only was I looking forward to seeing those shows to make up for my horrible year, but I'd have to resell the tickets and that was gonna be a whole mess to get into because I don't know many people that are into them, so I was thinking that I was going to lose my money if the visas didn't come in time. Anyway, yet another long ass rant!

OK BUT BESTIE I AM SO INTRIGUED ABOUT THE ASYLUM AND IT NOT BEING CREEPY, LIKE???? OUT OF A FAIRYTALE!?? I'M WHEEZING! How is that possible!???? I am so intrigued!

About The Blind Assasin, yeah it was A LOT and at the very beginning as well. It started very mystery/plot heavy in the first part, and then it shifts the pov in the second part and that's where the pace kinda slows down for me. Which, I get that's the intended effect because it's being told from the point of view of an old woman, but, just personally, that shift from super plot-heavy and intrigue, to the lady describing her day, kinda threw me off a little bit. And I don't doubt the intrigue and mystery will resume, but I'd rather just start another story because I know this will take me a while to finish, and I kinda wanna just read more books in general. I used to read so much when I was in high school and now I'm lucky if I finish (1) non-work related book a year. I'm really liking Salem's Lot!! BUT if you're new to Stephen King, I'd definitely recommend 'The Mist' which is super short, and not that scary in my opinion, so it would help to get a feel of his narrative style with a shorter story and see how you like it! The first book I read of his was 'Misery' because I'd seen the movie, and the book? omg. I wouldn't say that one's that scary either. It's more of a thriller. So those are the ones I'd recommend! From him, I also love 'Pet Sematary'. I think I might have liked that one more than Misery but that one is scarier.

ALSO!!!!!!!! I'M LOVING THE PARALELL YOU MAKE WITH 'LADY CHATTERLEY' And also love that you're enjoying it so far!!! AHH!! YES! I also was not expecting how rowdy it would be. For its time, I was expecting something a little bit tamer and like, classical? idk what word I'm looking for. But certainly not this. I was also very surprised to learn that D.H. Lawrence wasn't, in fact, gay, because of the way he speaks about the way men view pleasure, in a sort of, condemning and critical way? I was like, there's no way a MAN wrote this. No way. And also the way the sex scenes are described is so raw but honest, and the slow build of the relationship between Mellors and Connie is just something that the movie got totally wrong and that it glossed over completely. The movie stripped away all the grit from the novel!

When you say Joe was your summer obsession and Ewan autumn and winter? YES. PRECISELY THIS. And maybe this is why I'm slowly coming back to Joe because he just feels like a summer kind of love? Bestie you just put that sooo beautiful sdlkfgjslkdjg. Eddie sure feels like the summer kind of love, with the sun and the sea and the music blasting outdoors and going to concerts, while Ewan + Aemond feels like coziness and warm drinks and blankets as you curl up together to enjoy a calm evening. I'm sounding corny as hell, but hey.

Also let me be the down to fully push you into the Jack O'Connell love bestie. You need to see SAS Rogue Heroes, and also maybe when you finish reading Lady Chatterley you can see the movie with him as Mellors because, OH DEAR. OHHH DEAR. I didn't like the adaptation but him as Mellors? yes please. Absolutely (although I did picture Ewan as Mellors while reading the book because of the character being from Derby, oops). That was of course before knowing Jack, and also knowing he's from Derby too sdkjfklkjldfkgj.

The bit about the dialects reminds me that I saw a map the other day about all the different ways you can say (idk remember what word it was) throughout Italy and I was like.....no way.........how am I supposed to remember that!? But I guess it just seems intimidating as someone who's starting out! I'm sure if I was to dissect all the different types of ways you can say one thing in Spanish it would be difficult too! also, there are variations you can find in the Spanish from Spain, South America, and North America. This reminds me! that I found out why Lupo was transformed into Lobo when they both come from the same root! but I wanna drop that in a message in your own profile along with other thingies I wanna say/show you before I go on my trip next week! heheh. But also, thank you for that, bestie! I feel bad because I paid for those courses, but I literally can't bring my brain to focus on those right now, or even on fics. Like I physically cannot bring myself to focus on something or write, even if I want to. It's been tough! which is why it means a lot to me that you put up with my Italian inquiries and just generally, that you keep me company with your messages! :')

Good luck with your thesis bestie! and as always, I hope that you find time in between studies to indulge and relax. Again, glad to know you're enjoying Lady Chatterley's lover, and I can't wait to hear your thoughts as you read! Sending you a big hug and lots of love! x

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moraloreldeservedbetter · 2 years

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HEY HAPPY THANKSGIVING Y'ALL PLEASE BE SAFE OK??/GEN

#moral orel #well not exactly orel related but #thanksgiving 2021 #seriously hope y'all are safe ok!!#t thanks for reading!!#again thanks!!

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lollily · 2 years

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Tokyo Revengers x gn! reader//Toman gc

Tw: strong language and suggestive.

Note: Implied bajifuyu and other stuff?? Also idk if these even make sense because the gc with my irl friends really does discuss 11 topics simultaneously. I know no other way.

Y/N: I'm bored. Spill tea.

Mitsuya: going to a pub tomorrow.

Y/N: omg yessss!

Y/N: GO BESTIE! HAVE SEX! GO BREAK YOUR HYMEN!!

Mitsuya: WHY ARE YOU ASSUMING I'M A BOTTOM?!?

Draken: THAT'S WHERE YOU'RE DRAWING THE LINE?!????

Mitsuya: Right. my bad.

Mitsuya: Why was the first thing you thought of, sex?? 🤨

Draken: I give up.

Y/N: what are pubs for then??🤨🤨

Hakkai: idk drinking and dancing????

Smiley: then wtf are clubs for?

Pah: can't we just have multiple words for the things that are different but serve the same purpose?

Sanzu: This ais why i hate w9rds.

Sanzu: I fuckinG bate words.

Y/N: how high are you?

Sanzu: 5'9"

Kazutora: kinda in need of what he's on

Draken: No.

Y/N: you have me <3

Kazutora: ew

Y/N: fine go burn down some cars with Baji or something :]

Draken: Also no?????

Mitsuya: before y'all begin again.

Mitsuya: I'm going to the pub to attend a meeting. Anonymous client, heard about me from somewhere?? They're rich and it's a good opportunity so yeah.

Mikey: goodbye Mitsuya you'll be missed.

Mitsuya: ????

Y/N: you do realise that such set ups are either at the beginning of a horror movie or a murder documentry?

Mucho: you've been watching too much movies.

Mikey: no seriously. Do you not see what's wrong with such a request??? You of all people????

Mitsuya: It'll be alrighttt. The person was actually waiting outside the school, they saw Yasuda-san and told her to inform me. Yasuda-san says they were nice to her so it's probably not a bad person.

Baji: "probably"

Peh: this guy knows which school you go to? Isn't that very stalker-ish?

Mucho: If Yasuda-san has seen them can't we just? Yk? Know about him??

Mikey: That's it!

Mitsuya: "It was a really good looking person! And they were pretty tall and oh such nice features! They could be a professional model!" Or so she says.

Smiley: Tell me you atleast asked her what they looked like.

Chifuyu: ...

Baji: I really wanna punch this person straight in the face rn.

Y/N: alright Mitsuya you shall go.

Mitsuya: wasn't asking for your permission but okay???

Y/N: in return bring me this person's number.

Mitsuya: How about no? 😐

Y/N: kys

Y/N: /srs

Takemitchi: Y/N!

Y/N: kys- keep yourself safe 🥺

Chifuyu: Anyone else noticed Hakkai has been real quite?

Y/N: lol. Crying because his Taka-chan didn't tell him about it?

Mikey: pretty sure he found out about it before Mitsuya himself did.

Pah: sure he's plotting something.

Peh: Pah-chin's hunches are always correct!

Draken: Good. He's alive.

Hakkai: Taka-chan take me with you.

Mitsuya: No, Hakkai.

Hakkai: but it's dangerous!!

Mitsuya: it's just a meeting. You're overdoing it again.

Hakkai: what if it's a trap set by an enemy gang?

Angry: ok as much as delusional Hakkai is I have to agree that such a possibility is plausible.

Chifuyu: (Baji-san now's not the time)

Baji: (woah big words)

Kazutora: why are all captain/vice-captain pairs in Toman so 🤦🏻‍♀️😐

Angry: Even us?

Smiley: dw I'm all the unhinged-ness. You're the nice one.

Mucho: Even though he looks like that?

Smiley: You wanna get fucked up??

Smiley: OH YOU WANNA GET FUCKED UP!!

Hakkai: Hello people who frequently jump topics???

Hakkai: Are you guys undermining Taka-chan's safety???

Draken: No. We're just hoping for the best case scenario.

Y/N: No. Him having sex would be the best case scenario.

Mikey: why are you so obsessed with having sex in a pub??

Y/N: idk?? It just- clicks

Baji: they have nice couches 😏

Mikey: how do you know? 🧐

Baji: uhhhhhh

Baji: Valhalla's hideout was a pub

Takemitchi: No it was not 🧍🏽‍♀️

Chifuyu: Baji-san 😦

Baji: Shit okay fine

Baji: Hanma took me and Tora to a pub once. Just to hang out.

Y/N: Baji keisuke/Kazutora hanemiya/Hanma shuji, angst and smut, hurt no comfort, underage sex, degradee kink, size kink. 3k words.

Takemitchi: STAPH😭✋ NOT THE AO3 TAGS.

Baji: I SAID WE WERE JUST HANGING OUT!!

Baji: AND WHY AREN'T YOU FUCKING SAYING ANYTHING TORA?!?

Kazutora: I'm Jared, 19.

Mikey: sus :3

Baji: oh you don't say anything, mr. "I found him first."

Chifuyu: You always worry about Mitsuya.

Hakkai: I'm genuinely worried here and you guys are playing around :/

Hakkai: You don't get to-

Chifuyu: Listen. Stfu and listen.

Chifuyu: I worry about my captain too. He's super strong and I look upto him yet I feel like I have to protect him. But if he tells me to back off and actually mean it I will comply because as much a troublemaker he is, I trust him. Mitsuya can fight and if he gets himself in some problem, which I doubt he will, he can just contact us. You don't have to follow him around. At this point you're just sheltering him. He has a life and rn he has a dream to chase.

Hakkai: ....

Hakkai: okay.

Hakkai: but Taka-chan, contact Toman if there's trouble okay?

Mitsuya: I promise I will.

Kazutora: sheeshhh.

Mikey: So no one's gonna talk about chifuyu's little confession in the beginning?

Chifuyu: no.

Baji: no.

Takemitchi: 🤐

Y/N: so all's well that ends well!!

Y/N: in light of this!

Y/N: Mitsuya, I want that handsome, model like person's number 😊

Mitsuya: You didn't even do anything :|

Y/N: fuyu!!!!!!

Chifuyu: why are you dragging me?

//Private chats//

Y/N: convince Mitsuya for me and I'll make sure you and Baji get alone time for a whole day.

Chifuyu: you say as if it's that really necessary 🙄

Y/N: fine

Y/N: 20 photos of Baji working out

Chifuyu: deal

Chifuyu: Y/N says she'll keep hakkai company tomorrow to make sure he doesn't end up stalking you.

Mitsuya: .... I'll think about it.

Mitsuya: weren't you saying it could be someone dangerous??

Y/N: irrelevant.

Hakkai: you don't trust me Y/N...? :(

Y/N: I- no-

Y/N: takemitchi's coming too.

Takemitchi: I see that it's a command and not a request.

Y/N: yes.

Draken: Good luck on that meeting Mitsuya! You're awesome at what you do so I don't think they can possibly dislike your ideas. Just hmu if there's any trouble 😊

Smiley: do y'all feel it too or am I just imagining things?

Y/N: you ruined it :|

Smiley: I'll ruin your face next

Y/N: A facial?!?

Angry: what does that even-

Takemitchi: NO

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The next day

Mitsuya: I'm in roppongi

Y/N: oh oh is it the long awaited mitsuya murder scene????

Mikey: EVERYBODY STAY CALM! EVERYBODY STAY CALM!

Draken: Are you okay?

Mitsuya: Yeah I'm alright.

Mitsuya: don't get a heartattack but-

Mitsuya: the anonymous client was Haitani Ran.

Hakkai: I knew it I should've gone!

Baji: The guy who hit you with a brick and almost killed you?

Kazutora: do you know any other Haitani Ran who rules roppongi and is known by everyone in this gc?

Hakkai: Now I have clips and ties in my hair and Mana and Luna have forbidden me to remove them😭😭

Hakkai: I can't go in this state

Smiley: maybe you should go like that. He'll start laughing so hard he'll leave peacefully.

Mitsuya: He already left. Peacefully.

Angry: so it wasn't a trap?

Mitsuya: No. He really did want to try my clothes. He also apologized for that time and was very polite and to the point the whole time.

Hakkai: just an apology isn't enough 😡

Mitsuya: It was 2 years ago. In the world of delinquents you'll keep encountering people you've previously fought against, doesn't mean you'll hold it against them.

Mitsuya: Plus ever since Toman disbanded it has been peaceful. No one really picks a fight with us, except the small fries. Toman is still feared. It's nice if we mingle yk.

Y/N: so the Haitanis are rich?

Mitsuya: apparently.

Y/N: aight.... aight....

Mitsuya: ?????

Draken: Y/N what are you upto?

Y/N: nothing~

Kazutora: I spy with my little eye someone who's going to cause mischief and embarass us.

Y/N: is it me? 👉👈

Kazutora: it's always you.

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honey-tea-and-cookies · 2 years

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Ok...fuck, marry, kill for the venus signs? Is it any different for you from the rising signs?

Omg baby I'm so glad you asked because YES IT IS. I mean not for all of them, but yes some of them.

Friend, Marry, Kill w/ The Venus Signs

Aries: Friend. I couldn't date y'all because you would find me boring and too closed-off, BUT I appreciate you. First off, I am envious of the outfits you're able to pull off like damn. Some of your looks are really bold and I wouldn't even TOUCH those pieces, but you look iconic go off. I'm also envious of your ability to just have fun, casual relationships. On a side note, when you do settle down you get all protective and it's actually really sweet. This is a bit of an odd thing to say, but y'all make amazing parents. Also, I trust you to give me movie recs because somehow you're always right.

Taurus: Marry. I've said this here and here but you are my favourite. Sorry to everyone else, but you are the best. I just feel like you understand exactly what I want?? I have a Taurus Moon, Mars and rising and lemme tell you there is NO PLACEMENT that makes me feel as loved as Taurus Venus. I love how you are always a safe place for me. I love how you understand that while I never ask, yes I absolutely want a hug. Just a little side note, I know that Taurus is known for being traditional and conservative, but honestly the biggest advocates for gender and marriage equality I've ever met have Taurus Venus (and Taurus Moon). **I specifically said gender and marriage equality because they are the causes that Venus affects most**

Gemini: Friend. Listen I know I slandered y'all in this post. HOWEVER. You are only red flags in a romantic sense. I have like a sibling/buddy kind of love for you guys. You don't really do 'sweet gestures' or anything like that, but you do little things day-in and day-out that show how you care. For example, telling me something you read about my favourite singer. Or watching an interview about my favourite show, simply because you know it's my favourite. Or knowing I like to bake, so you look up new recipes you think I might like to try. Your love language is learning. You learn about the people you love, and what they love, in the hopes it makes them love you. Let me tell you honey, I do <3

Cancer: Marry. Another one I've gone on about many, many, many times before (yes they are all separate links to separate posts lol). That said, I'm happy to say more :). The way you embrace me for exactly who I am. The way you always try your best to cheer me up. The way that I know you're torn between living in the moment with me, and pausing for a second so you can remember us forever. All of these are reasons that I am constantly falling in love with Cancer Venus, over and over again. You are so precious. My only complaint is that while you treat everyone as they deserve to be treated, why won't you let me treat you? You're special and worth cherishing too, ya know. Seriously if y'all ever need me to come on here and spill my love for Cancer Venus LET ME KNOW because I fucking will.

Leo: Marry. This time, I'm using 'Marry' in a platonic way. I have never been interested in Leo Venus in a romantic way, and I honestly think a relationship between us wouldn't work. BUT. 'Friend' was too low of of a pedestal for you. Some of the people I've (platonically) loved most have Leo Venus. I am forever indebted to you. I miss you so much when you're gone, and I think about you all the time. We always just seem to click, you know? I love how you remember all my big days. I love how you remember all of our jokes. I love how you always defend me. I love how you spend so much time thinking about me. Not in a weird way, but you often go "Oh, I wonder if PR will like this?" or "Oh, PR would be great at that job" or "Oh, I know what PR would say if she heard that". It's truly a blessing to be cared for by you.

Virgo: Marry. I long for the opportunity to love you. I mean, I love you already, but I mean I want to love you openly. I want to get us matching little rings that, while cheap, hold a lot of sentimental value. I want to go strawberry picking with you. I want to go candle shopping together and buy all your favourites, so my room can smell more like you. What I'm about to say isn't poetic or romantic in the slightest, but I assure you I mean it with my whole being; FUCK I WANT A VIRGO VENUS GIRLFRIEND. Thank you for listening <3. P.S If any there's any wlw Virgo Venus girls in my comments who would like to move to a cottage in a forest where we can live with our cat and our lil veggie garden let me know 🥰🥰

Libra: Kill. Technically I *was* dead-set on marrying one of you and spending the rest of my life one of you at a particular point in time. HOWEVER that was ages ago and being in a long-term relationship with you gave me all the ammo I need to destroy you :). I'm kidding, but I can't say that I'd ever date a Libra Venus again. Being cute and affectionate and pretty and whatnot is nice in theory. But it get's real annoying (for me) after a while. I hate any kind of PDA with my whole soul. I hate when you take 'cute couple photos' and stuff. I hate when you talk to your friends about us. None of these are inherently bad, in fact a lot of people love when their partners do these things! Personally though, it drives me up the wall. So I chose to kill you, you are dead :)

Scorpio: Kill. I do NOT trust you. Are you arguably the most trustworthy sign? Yes. That does not change the fact that Ted Bundy also had this placement, and so does a guy that I know who is creepy and an all-round terrible person when it comes to relationships. You give me yandere vibes. Is that playing on completely wrong stereotypes, that Scorpio is violent and scary? Absolutely. Doesn't change the fact that I see it as a red flag though, sorry babes :(. Awkwardly enough, I am generally kind of attracted to you in a toxic way. Which is annoying because you guys can sense that and often start to make a move if you like me too. But I'll never date you because you freak me out. So I'm stuck in a weird loop, where I am better just to block you. This is the real "it's not you it's me". Sorry guys </3

Sagittarius: Friend. Bestie vibes only. Let it be known though, when I say bestie, I mean bestie. Me and you are like this 🤞. I will flirt with you incessantly, I will text you all the time, I will (affectionately) bully you at all times. You will be forced to hear about whatever character I'm sobbing over, whatever new show I'm watching, whatever new food I'm making, whatever new clothes I'm buying. If it helps, I'll repay you in homemade cookies and intense platonic affection? I hope you're okay with physical touch because I'll be on you constantly. Kissing your forehead, resting my head on your shoulder, putting my feet in your lap, fixing up your clothes and jewellery, you name it. I know this seems like overkill, but it's only because you make me comfortable and happy enough to express how I feel about you. If you want me to stop, obviously I will, but just know I'm not trying to be annoying! I just love you and I'm sort of touch starved :(

Capricorn: Friend. This is my placement so I'm sorry if I seem biased. I'll be honest, I could not date one of you mf's it would be the end of me. I love you though!!! I think it's funny how whenever someone has a problem, your instinct is to offer advice or try to fix it. Please work on letting people sort out their own issues. If you fix things everyone, you're going to burn yourself out and hate the world (and the people you keep helping). Trust me. Y'all are such cuddle bugs don't even pretend. I know how desperately you want someone to hold, or be held by. I know how desperately you want someone to look after you the way you look after everyone else. I know how desperately you want someone *just once* to put the same amount of effort you put into them, back to into you (did that make sense?). It's okay honey. I'm here. I know.

Aquarius: Kill. Y'all just see whatever you want to see in other people. That means you see the best in everyone, which is great! It also means that you don't see people for how they truly are. It's almost as if your love is conditional. Of course, all love is conditional, but your love has the strictest conditions. You are hard to win over because you know what you're worth. That is an amazing quality, that I wish everyone had! Sometimes you don't hold yourself to that same standard though. You are unpredictable. Not in a fun or quirky way. I shouldn't have to make a wild guess about which side I'll see today- Dr Jekyll or Mr Hyde. I'm sure other people find you very sweet and interesting! You freak me out though sorry.

Pisces: Friend. CUUUUTE!! CUTE CUTE CUTE! I feel like you' be the best to go to a painting class with or something. You're so cute when you're in love! My favourite thing is hearing you gush about whoever you have a crush on now. Also, I'll do a lil fashion show with you any day baby <3. You remind me of Minecraft, and those little red mushrooms with white dots on them that you see in forests and fairy tales. Pretty <33333 Such a pretty placement <33333 Everyone with this placement is stunning <33333333

Okay everyone, this is what I have for today! Sometimes I think it's funny that I treat these like I'm speaking to a person I know with these placements, but I'm literally just thinking of the sign lmao. I would say my bad, but you guys seem to love these posts. Let me know what you guys think! I love you all, and I'm sending everyone good happy vibes <33333

P.S Would y'all be interested in finding out about my placements? I mention them here and there, but I've never done a post solely talking about my chart. Would you guys be interested in what I have to say about my placements, or no? No worries either way, just comment if you'd wanna see that :)

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hii! if youre still taking requests could i either get headcanons or drabble for sero x fem!reader who’s quirk is related to healing (and she has angel wings)?

tysm!!! if your requests are closed please ignore this :) <3

★﹒₊‧sero w an angel / healer s/o

< hiii thank i sm for requesting anon!! i did a short little hc and drabble bc i couldn't think of much but i hope you like this ! :)>

angelic.

only work to describe you. not only do you literally look like an angle !! but you using your quirk to help other people is so heroic to him.

he loves to hug you from behind but his arms go around your hips more than your waist

he really likes when y'all are cuddling and you wrap your wings around him too 🥺🥺 he melts. he feels so safe in those moments.

*ok so in this little hc you're not in the hero course but instead you kinda intern under recovery girl some days

he makes sure to get a little tossed around by bakugou on days he knows you work in the nurse office, just to see you.

he literally gets hurt just so you can fix him up. (it's never bad at all !! it's just a couple bits maybe. he mostly exaggerates)

< "come on man! just do it real quick." sero whisper shouted at bakugou. "i'm not going to punch you so you can go see your little girl friend. that's seriously disturbing." sero relaxes in his stance in front of the blonde. "yeah yeah whatever. i'll go ask midoryia, he'll give me a harder punch too" he said too nonchalantly. "THE HELL-"

and that's how sero hanta, a 16 year old man ended up walking proudly to recovery girls office with a nice fresh balck eye. "good afternoon sweetheart!" he says knocking on the frame of the door as he walks in. "hi han- OMFG what happened !!" you almost drop your chart and rush to his side. grabbing his arm and steadily trying to lay him down on the beds. "mmm just a little something something." he replied, smiling like an absolute dork. you sat him up and put on his self made playlist on your phone, at a low volume as you cleaned up any dirt and bacteria that was most likely around his bruise. as you were sobbing his cheek with a red slit across it, you asked him how the hell this happened? "oh yk. just a little uh, miscommunication ? between bakugou and i." you pulled back and gave him a look. "miscommunication, huh? mm" you went back to cleaning and you started bad mouthing this bakugou character, who you've never formally met. "i dont get why you hang around him. he seems like an absolute ass. all i ever hear is how abrasive he his, and-", "no no y/n sweetie," he interupts you. "he's not that bad at all. most of the time we do stuff to get this rise outta him." he closes his eyes, expecting you to go back to icing his wound. "huh... and was this just one of those pranks gone wrong?" you ask rolling your eyes but when you meet sero's apologetic expression, like a child being caught stealing candy, it tells you all you need. "YOU INSTOGATED THIS ! sero honey, you got hurt !! you can't be putting yourself in harms way just to get a couple laughs in" you place your hands over his eye and activate your quirk. after a good two minutes standing there, you let go and his eyes fluttered open. revealing it perfectly healed. "mmm i feel better already" he states with that lovesick smile. "thank you, sweetness." he pulls you in by your waist and pecks your cheek. "yeah yeah, what am i here for" you say rolling your eyes and wrapping your arms around his neck.

#sero x reader #mha headcanons #sero hanta #hanta sero #hanta sero x reader #hanta sero fluff #OMFG #I ACCIDENLTLY POSTED THIS BEFORE i FINISHED / edited it #and it got 2 notes 😐😐#YALL IM SORRY HAHA #oh well #sero hanta.#^ my work

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Always And Forever {John B}

Warnings: Cursing, Talk About Violence, Talk About Domestic Violence

Pairings: John B x Reader

Summary: You were anxiously waiting for your boyfriend, John B to come home. He had been looking for the gold with the pogues. You knew Ward and Rafe were after that gold too, they would probably even murder for it. You get a call for them saying that Ward and Rafe found them and they might not make it home tonight...

Word Count: 846 words

a/n: This is kinda like my first sad story so I hope y'all enjoy!

You anxiously paced back and forth in John B's room. After getting that call from him.. you were worried Ward and Rafe were seriously going to hurt them. You sat on his bed putting you face in your hands.

You began to silently cry as a wave a realization hit that you may never see him or your friends again. You knew what Ward and Rafe were capable of.

You had seen it before.

Felt it before.

You use to date Rafe Cameron and... he was extremely abusive. He basically made your life a living hell, if you did anything wrong or messed up, he would beat you for it, some nights almost killing you.

"There is no one to blame but yourself bitch!"

He would yell as he beat you senselessly. You thought that now that you finally got away from Rafe and started dating John B that you had finally found the perfect guy. John B was so sweet and caring and gentle but...

Looks like Rafe is trying to take that away too.

Everywhere you went it felt like Rafe was always going to be there, making your life shittier than the day before. You hated him with a burning passion. And now that he is going to hurt John B or worse... that had your blood boiling.

And there was nothing you could do to stop him...

You took a deep breath and sniffled looking out the window. You just wanted to see John B again. You were worried that something horrible might happen to them.

You swore if Rafe hurt them, you were going to kill him. He has hurt you multiple times, physically and emotionally but, you were not going to let him get away with hurting the man you loved dearly.

You herd something outside and you jolted up.

Was it John B?

Is he safe?

You herd the front door open and you walked out of John B's room to see John B standing there. He was alive. He had a black eye, a cut on his lip likely from a punch, and he had some cuts and bruises on him.

You gasped and you started to tear up. You hated to see him hurt. To see him like this. You walked over to him and took his hand, very gently tracing one of the cuts with your fingers.

"What the hell did they do to you.." You whispered and looked up at him, fear in your eyes.

"They found us and well.. Rafe tried to beat the shit out of some of us.." He sighed.

Of course Rafe did. He was going to pay. You were sure of it.

"Are you okay..?" You asked quietly.

"I just have some cuts and bruises.. I should heal up.." John B said.

"What about the others? Are they ok too?" You asked.

"Yeah.. they are ok.. about in the same condition I am in but, they are ok.." John B nodded. You frowned and then... you started to cry. John B pulled you into his arms and hugged you.

"I thought I was going to lose you.." You sniffled looking up at him.

"I know.. I was scared too but, I wouldn't have let them overpower me.. Rafe threatened to hurt you y/n.. I would not let him hurt you.. ever again. If I died.. I wouldn't be able to protect you." John B said.

"I- he's still threatening me?" You asked.

"Yeah.." John B sighed. "I swear I am gonna kill him.." He growled slightly.

"Let me clean up your wounds.." You said as you made him sit on the couch. You went and grabbed the first aid kit and came back and started to clean and bandage him up.

"I don't know what I would've did with myself if they had done worse to you.." You sighed.

"But they didn't.. and I'm still here aren't I?" John B smiled a little.

"Yeah.. you're still here.." You said with a small smile.

"God I love you so much.." You said as you looked at him.

"I love you too y/n... always and forever.." John B smiled and kissed you.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this story! I know this story is a sad one, not what I usually do but y'know, first time for everything. If you have any suggestions or requests lmk, I would love to hear. Also remember I have a page for requests if you would rather leave it there. I love y'all so much. Mwah! xoxo lil bun

#John B #john b x y/n #john b outer banks #john b x fem!reader #outer banks #john b routledge #outer banks season 2 #OBX #obx #Outer Banks #outer banks season 1 #outer banks netflix #outerbanks #sad obx

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