#unholy grab bag of guys

[proxycrit]

I made another one. Sorry guys.

#pokemon #art #my art #unholy grab bag of guys #smeargle #pokemon oc #smeargle oc #pkmn art #oc art #oc #crusty the smeargle #sweaty the absol #critdraws #they fill me with emotions that i can not describe #fear? revulsion? joy??? #anyways crusty can have an airsack as a treat #when it deflates it sounds like a whiney train horn #or a very big bike honk

[soggyriceee]

Hey girlie!! So I saw the “I’m fine” one you did with Captain price and I absolute loved! (u’re so creative, it’s impressive) anyway I wanted to ask if you could do something similar for König maybe?

Like how it went after “strawberry” please 🫶🏻

im fine | Konig

summary: request

lowkey sub Konig but like.. he’s topping??? oral(f!recieving), fingering, unprotected p in v, both of you guys are some horny desperate fucks

Konig hadn't touched you for a while. it was becoming more he was scared of you than just not interested in having sex. he wouldn't cuddle you, not unless you explicitly asked. even then he was always tense and sort of standoffish about it. he rarely kissed you, scared he'd grab you for a kiss a way that scared you or made you uncomfortable. he was genuinely scared of you and scared of hurting you.

but you hated that. it made you feel like had you not passed out and said that word, you guys would be good now. but it was too late. the trauma from that night sticking with both of you. and Konig wasn't trying to make it that way. he did often kiss you but very quickly, he would hold your hand but very loosely. hugs were spread thin. he was so upset with himself still, he hadn't realized his distance was disturbing you.

so tonight you had decided to have a sit down conversation with him about it. because you needed more than what you were getting. it was affecting the relationship and your own anxiety tremendously. you needed his touch, romantically ad sexually. it had literally been three months.

you had been on the phone with your friend about this for a while, shopping for dinner tonight. " I think its good to open up about that to him. in my opinion sex plays a major role in a healthy long lasting relationship." she said as you stepped up to the self checkout POS. "I know.. im making a really nice dinner tonight hopefully it will get him to listen more. do you think that'd work?" you asked, tapping your, well his, card.

your friend was extremely supportive of your communication with him about your sex life. she didnt understand the concept of being with one lover. often times she blamed it on her parental issues. but despite her lack of understanding for that, she always tried to give you the best, most logical advice she could. "I think whatever you do, this man will listen to you. I dont think you need to cook a whole meal, but it could help. but hold on, one of my hookups are calling." and quickly the call ended.

the drive home was silent for you. your usual music now paused. you were too caught up in thinking the night over, you were manually driving at this point. you hadn't even fully processed that you were pulling into your driveway until you saw your neighbor wave at you. you smiled, giving a small wave back as you put the car in break.

as you stepped into the house, bags in hand, the house was pretty quiet. Konig was awake when you left, cleaning the kitchen since you had done the shopping. you placed the bags on the kitchen floor, looking around the spacious house for your tall boyfriend. but he wasn't in sight.

instead of putting the groceries away, risking the ice cream melting in the bag, you made your way upstairs, looking at the photos of you an Konig on different vacations you took together. as you reached the bedroom, you heard what would usually turn you on, but this time made you panic. you heard Konigs moans. and another woman.

now, of course, this is a heart stopping moment for anyone. whether it was just porn and physically another woman, he was getting off to another woman. and maybe thats just the thoughts forming from how distant Konig's been recently. but you felt like throwing up in that instant.

but when you softly pushed the door open, your anxiety somewhat smoothed out. the more you opened the door, the more it sounded like you. as the door opened enough for you to see Konig, you were meet with one of the most unholy sights.

on the bed, Konig had his head thrown back, whimpers leaving his slightly parted lips. as you moved down his body, you took into mind the sweat on his neck, his slightly shaking legs and curled toes. and while all of the was hot to you, what was most appealing about this scene was what was in his hands. in his left held his phone, an old video of him pounding into you missionary, focusing on your boobs bouncing up and down as he thrusted into you. in his right h however, was a pair of your red laced panties, his hand moving them up and down his cock.

you let out a quiet whimper at the scene, watching as his hand picked up speed as your voice in the phone cried out "im cumming". it was a bit embarrassing to hear yourself play back, but you didnt care about that. you were too focused on Konig. "m-me too like.. cum with me" he groaned out in response to you in the video, his hips bucking up. as soon as you came in the video, he came too. his hand dropped his phone, gripping onto the sheets instead as his cum covered your panties, some of it seeping through the thin cloth and onto his chest or thighs.

his breath was shaky, eyes slowly opening from the high. he hadn’t realized you in the door yet, so this was your time to escape. but of course, with your luck and horrible timing, your alarm for your birth control went off. you both jumped, your body shifting backwards to leave the room but tripping over your self in the hurry, falling to the floor. “i-i’m so sorry i j-just heard something and wanted to see what it was i -“

Konig quickly stood from the bed, pulling his pajama pants up and walking over to you. “no i’m sorry i shouldn’t have- i should have heard the car.” he lifted you up, walking you to the bed. “is your foot okay? did you land on it weird?” he asked softly, kneeling down to take your shoes off and examine your ankle. “no.. i’m okay.” you replied.

it was silent for a moment, his hand wrapped around your ankle even though he was done checking on you. but after a bit it got uncomfortable and you decided to talk first.

“do i not satisfy you anymore?” you blurted out, swallowing the tears and lump in your throat. his head shot up, shaking it quickly. “no no i just.. i don’t know. everytime i imagine me making a move i get scared you’ll push me away or remember what happened last time and.. i don’t know.” he said, looking down.

again silence filled the room. “i wouldn’t push you away, Konig. it was an accident. and we talked it out the same night. but don’t you see the effect it’s had on us? we barely even kiss now.” you said, looking at his lowered head. “i know.. im sorry libe. i just don’t want to hurt you again.”

he finally looked up at you, head resting on your thigh. his fingers danced up your opposite inner thigh, maintaining eye contact. a blush spread across your face, looking away from him. “what?” he asked softly, stopping right before your clothes pussy. you looked back at him, swallowing. “j-just been a while since you touched me like that. a bit nervous.” you chuckled.

he hummed softly before shifting, his head raising from your thigh. “lay back for me.” he said, raising the dress up your body to your hips. before you could respond, you were gently pushed down, Konigs other hand on your hip. “this is me apologizing.” he said before disappearing between your thighs.

his fingers curled around your panties, pulling them down to your ankles. grabbing either one, he rested them on his shoulder before leaning down, connecting his lips to your pussy. gasping, you closed your eyes.

his tongue ran up and down your slit slowly, circling gently at the clit every time. he moaned into your pussy, hands finding your hips and gripping them firmly. he pulled your clit between his lips, sucking gently as he mixed his saliva and your wetness together. “f-fuck Koni~” you whined, fingers finding his hair.

he groaned at that, using it as motivation to keep fucking your pussy onto his face. “missed this pussy so much mien libe.. tastes so fucking good.” he groaned, moving your hips against his face. his tongue moved around to spell his own name over and over, claiming your pussy as his. but that was a given.

while his tongue abused your swollen clit, his hand snuck under your thigh, allowing two of his long, slim fingers to slide into your cunt. gasping, your back arched slightly off the bed. “y-yes Koni just like that.” you cried out, pulling him deeper into your pussy.

his fingers moved in a “come here” motion in your warm pussy, his tongue still spelling his own name on your clit. your legs slightly raised from off his shoulders, toes curled as he fucked his fingers in you faster.

Konig was so painfully hard at this point, his tip leaking pre cum all over. he was breathing heavy in your pussy, motivated to keep going more and more. “keep going baby.. i’m so close.” you cried, opening your eyes finally to look down at him. he heard you, just was too lost in your pussy to even respond.

your slick covered his fingers, making a light sloppy sound as he pushed them in and out. “hear that libe? pussy is so wet for me. my poor baby needed this so bad didn’t she?” he cooed, opening his eyes to look up at your face, your mouth slightly opened and eyes rolled back. you couldn’t even respond to him, you were too focused on the orgasm coming quick and fast.

your stomach twisted and your pussy clenched around his fingers and he knew you were close. your legs shook a bit more, hands moving to the sheets. “coming Koni i-i’m coming.” you cried, feeling your orgasm shake your whole body.

now since you and Konig hadn’t had much of a sexual life, this orgasm shook your whole body anew. your eyes rolled back, his name rolling off your tongue loudly as your orgasm sprayed on his face. he chuckled, dragging his tongue flat against your pussy. “yea libe that’s it. keep coming for me such a good fucking girl.” he groaned, slowing his fingers down inside your pussy.

your body rested flat on the mattress, legs still shaking gently as you came down from your orgasm. Konig stayed between your legs, licking up the last bit of cum around your pussy. “you taste so good maus.. wanna sample?” he smirked, raising his body to press his lips against yours.

as you both made out, his hands gripped the back of your thighs, pushing them up. his hips humped against yours, feeling his cock press against your pussy. the kiss was deep, passionate. his hand snuck around the side of your neck, gripping it firmly as his tongue danced with yours.

“please Koni.. need you.” you whimpered, thrusting your hips up to meet his. he smirked, pulling away from your lips as a line of saliva connected you both. “i know libe.. need you too.”

he stood, pulling his sweats down to reveal his fully hard cock, tip bright red as pre cum leaked from the tip. his hand gripped it, pumping it while he looked at your shiny pussy. “think it’s ready for me libe? think this tight cunt can take it?” he asked, rubbing his leaking tip against your already wet pussy. you whined, moving up to try and get him to slide even the tip in.

he looked down at you, slapping his cock against your pussy. “want it that bad libe? take it. go on.” he said, repositioning the way he was standing, resting his hands on your knees as your legs were already on either side of his waist.

your hand reached down, pulling him gently into your pussy. he huffed out, gripping your knees as a small gasp left your lips. “oh fuck.” he groaned, closing his eyes as he bottomed out in you. your hips connected, his tip hitting your womb entrance. “come on then.. fuck me.” you said confidently, looking up at him.

he chuckled, looking down to you as his hands slid down your legs to your hips. he slid all the way out your pussy before pushing back in, both of you letting out a whimper. “are you okay?” he asked, sliding back out. you gave him a quick nod, looking up at him. “don’t be a pussy.. come on. fuck me.” you demanded.

he grinned , pushing back in before finding a steady deep pace. your hands found his forearms, gripping them tightly as he plundered into your pussy, sliding in and out with ease. his head threw back, mouth falling open. “missed this pussy so much libe.. takes my cock so well doesn’t it.” he moaned, nails digging into your skin.

“yea? y-you love this pussy h-huh?” yoh moaned, clenching around him. he whimpered a yes, looking down at you. “so much libe.” he whined, picking up the pace slightly. his tip brushed against your womb, making your eyes roll back. konig raised one of his legs, resting his knee on the mattress as he lifted your hips up slightly. of course, this new angle only made the both of you louder.

“fuck it’s so good Koni” you whined, your fingers moving down your body to your swollen clit again. he was so lost in your pussy once again, he couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.

in fact, his mind was so full of your pussy, he hadn’t even realized how close he actually was to filling you up. “s-so close.. gonna fill this tight pussy up.” he moaned, looking down at you. you both made eye contact, only adding to the sexiness of the moment.

from impulse, your hand reached up to his throat. and this surprisingly got a positive reaction from Konig. “fuck libe.. your so fucking hot. g-gonna make me cum.” he moaned, pounding into you faster. as his hips moved faster against yours, you both felt your orgasms taking over.

“come in me Koni.. please.” you whined, gripping his throat harder. as you did so, his legs shook slightly, feeling all his come shoot out into you. “fuck come on me libe.. c-cum on me please.” he whined, body collapsing over your. his hips kept the pace just enough for you to cum over him as well, body shaking beneath him as your grip on his throat loosened.

both of you laid their peacefully, panting as your orgasms came and went. your eyes shut closed and the last thing you were able to hear from Konig was

“i love you more than i can express.”

aghhhh i hope you all liked this one xoxoxoxoxo

#cod #call of duty fan fiction #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #konig #konig fanfiction #konig smut #konig x reader

[fanofstuff02]

HERE I AM! Here I am with a little writing of mine!

Before we get started, this AU belongs to @woah-why-i-am-here and they have pretty cool drawings about it. GO CHECK IT OUT!

Considering the show itself is 16+, this is aswell, know it then read this, also it has Valentino.

DEAR TUMBLR! PLEASE DONT TAKE THIS DOWN!

A little summary: Adam fell to hell, needed money, and Valentino was the only one hired him. He owned his soul, and it was too late when Adam realized what he agreed to work on. He is one of Valentino’s top whores now. And of course, Adam and Angel met, in fact, more than ‘met’. Their films sure sell a lot. They slowly become friends and Angel convinces Adam to come to the hotel. This is after these happened. Also not shipping Angel x Adam.

ENJOY! (Also since you love holydust @rius-cave , tagging you!)

“And cut!” Valentino said proudly, ending the scene. “One hour break and we’re here till 8!”

Adam panted as he tried to collect his mind. He slowly backed away from the fish demon gal, wore his robes back and got up to go to his dressing room. This was the third demon he was on top of that day, and sure enough she was not gonna be the last. Today was gonna suck. Val was planning to work on eight fucking movies, not to mention six of them were gay and two of them were with Angel. He was glad the one-hour break came.

“Addie~” He heard someone behind him and felt that certain ‘someone’ gripping his shoulders.

Valentino. Awesome. Just who he needed.

He attempted to not show the fear and hatred he felt to his face and mask. Too bad the fucking thing was programmed to show every emotion on his face, and sometimes they didn’t even needed to be on his face, him feeling them was enough. Angel had a -probably true- theory about it, he thought that it was ‘connected’ to his brain when he wore it. Adam was already regretting that he put the “I will only work with a mask” in his contract. He didn’t like the idea of showing his face on films, but this was much worse. He couldn’t fucking took it off till his shift ended!

“Yes, Val?” He asked, trying to avoid the movements he was doing to his chest. Yes, prick? he corrected himself in his brain.

“You were so, so good in the last one, babe” he chuckled.

“Thank you, Valentino.”

“Go ahead. Rest, baby.” He thought he was gonna leave him, but instead, he leaned in and kissed his cheek, completely disgusting the sinner. He didn’t flinch or resist though, he knew what’d happen if he did. “Oh, I can’t wait to see you and Angie on stage together.” he let out another one of his creepy chuckles and finally let the first man go. Adam almost runned to his dressing room, closed the door behind him and threw himself on the couch.

“Fuuck.” He groaned and tried to grab his wine bottle without getting up.

“Adam?” A familiar voice came from outside.

“Door isn’t locked!” He yelled.

“Hey, dickmaster.” A pink spider demon came inside and sat down beside him, tilted his head back and watched as the demon managed to grab the bottle and drank it without standing up, like his life depended on it.

“Y’know you can choke yourself doin’ that, right?”

“Meh, who the fuck cares.” He get up dazedly and looked inside the bottle with one of his eyes.

“I don’t recommend dying on work hours, Val punishes the ones who do.”

“Unholy shit, that actually happened?!” Adam asked, his pupil-les eyes went wide.

“I saw three accidents.” Angel shrugged. “Any left for me?”

“Sorry, I guess that bitch camera guy sneaked up here again and stole my stash.”

“It’s fine. Wanna eat your food? We’re gonna need energy.” Angel asked and took out two containers out of his bag. “I made lasagna yesterday.”

“Oh, you bet I do then.” He smirked and took his own. Angel knew the best ways to make it.

They chatted together until their break ended.

“Adam! Get your ass here or there will be consequences!” A little window appeared in Adam’s mask, almost like a pop-up ad. It was their costume designer. “And bring Angel with you!”

“Fine, fine! Ugh.” He groaned, swiped the page to make it dissapear and get up. “Who’s idea was putting this shit on this again?” He mumbled to himself. “Let’s go cocksucker, we have another job to do.”

HOW IS IT!?

By the way, Adam’s mask in this is practically based on his original mask, a Voxtech product just for Adam. Like Vox’s screen, it’s like a screen-face.

I’ll continue this

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin adam #holydust #I worked so hard on this #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin valentino

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Idk bout you but I’m a sucker for possessive men, so I’d like to ask for some jealousy HCs for the JJK men. Thank uuuuuuu muah

My darling, I'd like nothing more than to give them to you 💜

Now Presenting...

Starring Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna

Satoru Gojo

Gojo likes to think he’s not possessive at all. Key word: Think.

In reality, he’s deeply insecure, convinced he’s not good enough for you, and is obsessed, extremely concerned with not losing you.

This unholy concoction has led to an extremely possessive man.

Now, to be fair, He’s pretty good about keeping it in check. He’s not going to lose his mind cause he saw some asshole checking you out at the supermarket. He’s better than that.

Now, if said asshole tries to talk to you, that’s a completely different story. Then he’s literally grabbing you, arms around your waist and actively trying to give you a hickey while you talk to his new number one enemy.

And good fukin luck to you my friend if you call him out on it, cause now he’s convinced you liked that guy too.

Especially early on in your relationship, when he’s still guarded because he’s scared of getting hurt, he’s going to be straight up toxic about it. 

“No, it’s fine, really. If you like him so much, go talk to him. I just wanna know when you stopped caring about me.”

Honestly, you’re better off leaving him alone to let him work out his own shit. He’ll realize he was being an idiot, no doubt helped by the fact that you’re still here, but it’s gonna take 2 hours minimum. 

Gojo is not about to start a fight over some douche bag flirting with you. Mostly because he can not catch another a case. But that doesn’t mean he’s just going to sit by and let it happen, nay nay dear reader.

No, he’s just also going to also talk part in the conversation. Wrapping an arm around your waist and finding any excuse he can, no matter how weak, to drop the fact that he’s your boyfriend.

The exception being the moment the other person puts a hand on you. The moment that happens, all bets are off, and I hope you have bail money. He’s not going to murder them probably but you’re for sure going to be dealing with assault charges. 

Also, not to get NSFW, but the sex after? When He feels like he has to prove to himself he’s good enough for you and remind you that you belong to him? Good luck bestie.

Suguru Geto

This man is nothing but jealous all the time. If he had it his way, you would never leave the bedroom. . 

He’s quick to lay his claim on you. Holding you close to him and kissing you mid sentence so that whoever the person flirting with you is get’s the point. 

Afterwards though? On the way home? Silent treatment. When you do get him to talk?

“I just don’t understand. Why don’t you love me anymore?”

Yea, he’s gaslighting, gatekeeping, and girlbossing YOU into apologizing to HIM. 

I really can’t see this man as anything other than toxic, my god. 

Still, he doesn’t put up with anyone playing with his toys. If he sees you talking to anyone while out, he’s hugging you from behind, kissing your neck and loudly asking “Hey Darling, Who’s this?” 

That Who’s this is dripping in condescension and hatred. Because he does hate them. He hates anyone that could take you away from him.

Your friends are not immune to this btw. 

Slowly he starts to pull you away from your friends and integrate you into his friend group.

Not that he trusts them either. Nay nay, It’s just easier to keep an eye on you this way. 

He’s always reminding you that you’re his. Marking you, draping his jacket over you, conveniently forgetting to buy you more body wash so you have to use his, literally anything to get the point across that you were his. 

Like, this man has deemed himself your chair, cause if you're going to be together, he’s going to find any excuse he can to sit you on his lap.

Now, Suguru is not the type to get confrontational or physical. That being said, if you express that someone is making you uncomfortable, it's game over for them.

The upsides are: no silent treatment! Instead he’s dotting on you and himself apologetic for letting you be put into that situation.

The downside is now you have to clean blood off of him. Again, probably not murder, but for sure an assault charge.

Kento Nanami

Nanami honestly doesn’t have the time to get jealous. 

He trusts you more than anyone else. He has to to date you. So, he’s not normally worried about other people. 

If he starts to feel jealous, he’ll normally just talk to you about it.

Normally. 

The exception is when it comes to your friends. 

He’s not worried about any of them taking you away from him romantically, that thought has never crossed his mind. And for the most part, he likes your friends.

But he does get jealous of how much of your time you spend with them. And of course he doesn’t want to say anything because he knows it's ridiculous. 

But when he comes home from a long day of work to see you have your friends over, meaning he has to share you when his emotional capacity has already been filled? Yea, he's not happy.

And he doesn’t try to hide how possessive he feels in that moment either, he’s stealing your seat and placing you firmly on his lap for after work cuddles.

Oh, he’s embarrassing you in front of your friends? Oh well. Send them home then. 

He’s going to, discreetly,  kiss your neck, and rub your hips until you’re hot and bothered enough to send your friends home.

He just wants your time. It bugs him when other people preoccupy it, when he feels like you’re prioritizing other people over him. 

He can recognize that this is probably his most toxic trait, and he is working on it. 

But you’re still going to have to deal with him while he is

Ryomen Sukuna

Everyone else is an amature when it comes to being possessive/jealous Sukuna OWNS that shit

It’s literally his baseline. Other people can’t look at you without pissing off your guard dog.

He’s your guard dog btw. 

They don’t even have to be flirting! If someones talking to you, he is holding you close and actively glaring at them until they leave you alone.

And if they are flirting, well I hope they're cool with whatever god they worship. Cause they’re about to meet said god. 

Sukuna is insistent that you are his and his alone. It’s why he even takes the time to mark you up all pretty like he has. So other people can see that.

So if someones dumb enough to see your lovingly bruised neck and still flirt with you then as far as he’s concerned, he’s doing the gene pool a favor by taking them out of it. 

God forbid he thinks you’re into it. 

QUICK NSFW WARNING

He will slaughter your new toy and fuck you until you can’t walk in front of the corpse. You won't be able to walk for weeks if ever again from the punishing he’s going to put you through.

OK, NSFW OVER

Ideally, your best bet is to tell him the moment that you realize someone is flirting with you. Even if they’re not necessarily making you uncomfortable, better to keep your life than theirs, right? 

Hell, you might even get a reward for being so vigilant. 

Honestly I need to write an entire Yandere Sukuna fic cause he is made for it. He is THE most Yandere character.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #tw: toxic relationships #tw: toxic behavior #sukuna x reader #sukuna headcanons #gojo x reader #gojo headcanons #nanami x reader #nanami headcanons #geto x reader #geto headcanons #suguru geto #satoru gojo #ryomen sukuna #kento nanami #nanami kento

[daisy-thetoxic]

Older | Jennifer Jareau

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Fem oc- Ava Willing, brown hair & eyes.

Warning ⚠️ ~ smut, power play, gxg, age gap, praise kink, etc. a bit of plot with the smut ✨ mommy core, manipulation, Gory death, killing. Fingering (Oc receiving)

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JJ wasn’t sure how it happened or how it started. When she would host Henry’s friends night, his new girlfriend started coming. Gracious smile, ever so polite, truly she had no idea how her son had won you over. She tried to raise him the best she could, but he was in his temperamental broody stage where he didn’t care about anything. So when he brought home a Angel, it left her confused.

And when Ava offered to babysit Micheal for her when her and will worked late, they took it. JJ wasn’t stupid, she knew Henry snuck out, with Ava babysitting he still, which JJ didn’t really care to dig in why as he would only tell her to go away.

JJ would come home at times and watch Ava with Micheal, as she played with him on the counter, or as he helped her make dinner and would always have a fresh plate of food when she got home.

Ava wasn’t stupid either. She was actually a genius, which a lot of people seemed to forget. She saw JJ once when she dropped off Henry at school and since that day something about her left her a burning memory in Ava’s brain that never seemed to go away. At one point she day dreamed a whole class period with such unholy thoughts about her classmates hot mom.

She decided a plan and set it into motion carefully. Showing light interest in Henry, saying hi in passing periods, staring at him from across the cafeteria. She was known to be an Angel and a lot of people wanted her and she knew it. Guys, girls, teachers… like she said a lot of people wanted her. She was no fool, and played it to her advantage, it took over a month for her and Henry to officially be dating. Poor thing didn’t even know the basics of dating. So she had him right under her finger.

She had done her homework before she introduced herself into JJ life. She knew she was an FBI special a gent that dealt with serial killers on the daily, so she wasn’t a dumb woman at all. She was honestly surprised at how gullible JJ really was.

She had stalked JJ, in her white blouse and dark blue and black skirt, a golden cross hanging from her neck as the uniform was school required. She watched as JJ paid for her grocery’s at the counter, the cash register employee discreetly checking her out as JJ had a light blush on her face only making Ava clench her jaw.

Ava stayed behind the building as she waited for the man to clock out to await his independent doom of fate by her hands. She watched as he made his way over to the car as she quietly walked behind him, he turned around when he noticed her reflection in his car window only to be stabbed in the heart with her knife. She watched as he slowly fell, his hands desperately reaching out onto something, leaving bloody hand prints on his car as she watched as he choked on his own blood. A Saint like smile on her face.

She grabbed her lipstick, drawing a cross on his car window. She got up, dusting off to the bit of woods that was behind the market, taking a path she was familiar with.

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JJ watched as Ava closed Michaels door, the boy falling to sleep to the story Ava told him. “I’m gonna head home Mrs. Jareau.” Ava grabbed her backpack not too worried as her plan was being set into motion.

“Is someone picking you up?” JJ was confused as she didn’t see anyone pull up.

“No, I’m just gonna walk. My house is only a few blocks away.” She shakes her head as she turned her back to JJ, bending over slightly to collect her lipstick and books to put in her bag.

JJ tried not to look as she but her lip in resistance, never having to struggle with self control like she had in the last few weeks when it came to her new babysitter.

“Why don’t I drive you, I rather make sure you get home safe.” JJ straitened her back as she got up from leaning against the door frame.

“Are you sure, Mrs. Jareau?” Ava asks while hitting her lower lip in a unsure way, internally noting the way JJ’s eyes travel down to them instinctively.

“Of course.” JJ smiled at her, her eyes glazing over her as she held a high position in the power dynamic, being older, and well a deadly weapon as she boxed and was an FBI agent but the way Ava looked up at her made JJ think she was in control the whole time.

JJ turned on her car as she started driving. Ava moved forward slightly to turn on the radio as JJ couldn’t stop her eyes if her life depends on it as they glaze of her bare chest form the top of the white uniform blouse. A light pink dotted her cheeks as she tried to look anywhere but the younger girl.

“Are you okay, Mrs Jareau?” Ava asks innocently while she was grinning like a devil on the inside.

JJ didn’t know how it happened but in an instant somehow she ended up parked in an abandoned parking lot with Ava on top of her, straddling her as their lips crashed.

Ava turned up her music as she made the chair scoot back and lay back, kissing her way down JJ bare top. Ava had ripped her shirt open, hickeys forming on their way down as the girl was way to possessive to not fake them.

“No marks” JJ managed to gasp out as she could already feel the forming bruises. “Too late.” Ava hummed with a devilish grin, making JJ cup her face and force Ava to kiss her. Which the brunette gladly did as she straddled her once more. JJ hands wondering her body.

“Do I mention how much I like your uniform?” JJ tilted her head as she left her own bruises down Avas’s neck, down her collar bone before she unhinged the younger women’s bra, her hands instantly replacing the fabric.

“Not… that… I… recall-“ Ava moaned eruplty as the words formers through her gasps as JJ slipped her hand into the brunette underwear. Her fingers sliding between her folds as she used her other hand to continue their kiss as she held the back of Ava’s neck.

“JJ-“ Ava moans, feuding her body into the blondes skillful hand as JJ’s palm found her clit, rubbing it more frequently as Ava sped up her grinding. The blonde only hummed in delight at the sight of Ava falling apart in her lap, it was a enchanting sight, one she’ll remember forever.

“Your doing so good.” JJ praised as she sucks harshly at the younger women’s neck. Ava only righted around her grin gets while moaning at the praise.

“Who knew you were such a naughty girl?” JJ tskd as the other women couldn’t even process anything after JJ slid in two more fingers, the younger woman not lasting long as she came hard onto JJ fingers, resting her head against JJ shoulder as JJ prolonged her pleasure as she thrusted back into her.

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That’s how it started between them, the fleeting make out session in her bathroom or for JJ to take her home an hour early so they could have their special moments in the abandoned parking lot. She suspects her team thought something was up as she rushed home sooner and took specific days off.

But with the case they have been stuck on they didn’t dig further. Their case popped up about 5 months again, 2 months longer than her affair with Ava. People from JJ area of living seemed to brutally killed, store clerks, mechanics, fast food restaurants, banks, it was random so they didn’t have a clue. The unsub seemed to be one step ahead of them. They had not clue if it was a man or woman as the killings were brutal, but the lipstick drawing of a cross made them lean towards women, or homosexual man/non-binary or drag queen. They had no clue at all.

JJ chain of thoughts broke as she watched Ava walk by her, subtly rubbing her hand against the lower of her back before she walked over to Henry, handing him her drink before putting on her lips stick.

JJ eyes widen slightly as she stared at Ava, who only glanced at her before focusing on Henry. It all clicked to JJ. Way the people where killed the days JJ coincidently saw them or JJ knew them. The way Ava seemed so possessive but her good kind hearted smile had fooled everyone including her. Yet JJ blinked as she hid her emotions, something deep in her gut actually fluttering at the thought of Ava being that possessive over her.

“New girlfriend? Do we like her?” Emily and Penelope walked up to her from the back as they had been watching JJ stare at the girl with an emotion they did not recognize.

“By the way you’ve been staring I think not?” Penelope voices but JJ shook her head, as nobody couldn’t like Ava, she was an Angel.

“No, we actually love her, she’s such an angel, I think she’s perfect for Henry.” JJ put on her poker face as she didn’t want a hint of expression to seep through her facade. She wondered how Ava did it so effortlessly.

#jennifer jareau #criminal minds #jennifer Jareau x reader #jj criminal minds #gxg #carvo* #Spotify

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hey friend! would you be comfy with writing a blurb or hc for bella comofting a reader dealing with some internalized homophobia coming back to them after they come out to their family? bella seems like such a great support system and i would love to hear their words of comfort 🫶

I LOVE YOU SO

Pairing: Bella Ramsey x Reader

Sypnosis : you decided it would be a good idea to come out to your homophobic parents.

Warnings: homophobia, abuse, angst, fluff, use of the F slur (just once), supportive Bella, a happy ending.

"Mom, Dad can we talk?" You say placing your phone in your back pocket and looking at your parents who are on the couch watching TV. "Sure dear what's up" your mother says with a smile on her face that you know won't last very much longer. You felt like you have to tell them they where your parents and you felt like if you told them they would back off you and stop with the arranged dates they force you to go on.

“Ok whatever I’m gonna tell you please just promise me one thing” you ask as your mom and dad nod there heads begging for you to continue. “That you will continue to support me no matter what” you add as your parents look at each other slightly confused “we are your parents we will always support you” your father says as you sigh finally having a little weight off your shoulders you feel like this will go smoothly.

You slowly breath in and out before looking at your hand and then at your parents “ok mom dad I’m gay” you say looking at their face change. Your mother places her hands around her mouth in shock you see tears in your mothers eyes and hatred in your fathers. you didn’t know what to do so you just stood their “get out pack your things and get out” your father says pointing to the door. “What?” your father stands up and walks over to your room going through your stuff and tossing things into the hallways “I SAID PACK YOUR THINGS AND GET THE FUCK OUT!” Your father says once again. You stand their in shock “but I have nowhere to go” you add “well you should thought of that when you where out their doing unholy things!”

He’s right you should have but you didn’t you thought they would support you, you thought they would embrace you into a big hug and kiss you saying they support you. But they didn’t “Father please! Just listen” you beg grabbing ahold of him as he doesn’t listen and continues placing things into suitcases and bags. “It was that Bella girl wasn’t it? She brainwashed you didn’t she? I knew that faggot was nothing but fucking trouble.” Your mother says grabbing ahold of your shoulders. Bella your girlfriend that you loved so much it was his idea he told you that you should come out to your parents. Even though you were hesitant you still did it Bella said they will be by your side through all of it.

“My girlfriend?” You ask as your mother breaks down at your words girlfriend? “Why, why can’t you just be normal? Why must you ruin your life!” Your mother ordered expecting you to answer. You go quiet before answering “I’m not ruining my life I’m still your same old little girl, I’m just comfortable in my own skin” you say as your father laughs before looking at you “your not our daughter, our daughter would never do anything like this to us your a freak that’s what you are and I refuse to live under the same roof as a freak” your father retorted. Your heart drops at the word Freak and you start to cry. You felt nasty, like a monster maybe you were making the wrong decision all you wanted was your parents love and support but nothing came.

“I’m not a freak! Why are you guys treating me like I’m a monster?” you question as your mother places boxes and suitcases by the door. “You know I had a feeling you were gay but I pushed it into the back of my mind because I knew you could have changed. But clearly I was wrong” your mother says looking at you like you are nothing but trash “is that why you stoped Bella from coming over here? Is that why you planned all these arranged dates with people you knew I didn’t like? You did this cause your selfish not because you loved me, you lied! It brought you joy seeing me come home a crying mess because a date didn’t go well! Didn’t it?” You yell as your mother slaps you.

Your place your hand on your cheek “DON’T YOU EVER RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME!” She hissed grabbing ahold of your arm and dragging you back into your room to get more of your stuff. “I want you out and I never want you back here we will deliver the rest of your things to your girlfriends house” she says as your father crosses his arms looking at you. “Mom dad please don’t do this to me! I’m sorry I’ll do anything” you beg with tears rolling down your face. They don’t say anything “the best thing you can do is get out, don’t come back to this house, don’t contact us, don’t be anywhere around us, don’t think about us or anything you caused this, this is all your fault” your mother insisted.

You stand their in the middle of your mother and father “what- does that mean your disowning me? Your only daughter?” You ask as your mother and father nod their head. “Get out I’m done talking Y/N” your mother says massaging her temples you don’t you don’t even move. “No” you mumble. Your mom stomps over to you grabbing you by your hair dragging you across the house down the stairs and to the door and throwing you and your stuff out. “Mom please don’t do this!”

“I love you mommy please” you say trying to hug her “so? Please let go of me” she orders before dad throws a bag outside for you “leave if you aren’t off our property in five minutes we will be calling the police” she adds as she wipes away her tears. “Please don’t do this mama! I’m sorry don’t you love me?” You ask pleading as she looks at you with disgust “no not anymore” she says before closes the door on your face.

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“BELLA PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!” you yell banging on the door. You continue until the door opens revealing your girlfriend with a smile. “Hi bab- what the hell happened?” He asks as his smile drops ushering you into the apartment. You place your stuff down before Bella grabs your face looking at you “baby what happened?” She asks once again caressing your cheeks. You don’t say anything you just cry, and fall onto Bella wanting her to hold you comfort you and she does, right on the hallway floor massaging your back and shushing you trying to calm you down. She continues until your nothing but sniffles and she hopes she can ask whats wrong without triggering something.

“Baby do you want to talk?” They ask as you nod your head not moving from Bella’s grasp afraid that if you do they will leave you. “Wanna move to the couch?” They request as you shake your head no just wanting to stay here. “Fine let me get comfortable then” he says moving his legs in a more comfortable position.

“What’s wrong dear?” Bella asks as you look at her and Bella’s heartaches at the look of you. Red puffy eyes, a swollen cheek, and dried up blood from your mother dragging you out of the house by your hair. “They- they kicked me out” you answer a little hesitant and Bella doesn’t saying anything only listens to you talk and rubs your back “I took your advice and decided to come out to them” you whispered quietly loud enough for Bella to hear you.

“And once I told them I was gay it was like a switch flickered in their brain they got violent mentally and physically, they bad mouthed you went through my room and then disowned me” you ranted as Bella pulls you in once they see tears form at the corner of your eyes “oh baby girl I’m so sorry” they comforted rubbing your back and slowly rocking you back and fourth trying to calm you down. “I’m pathetic-” Bella interrupts you not wanting you to continue that thought “your not pathetic Y/N so don’t think that” they reassure you.

“Bella it hurts it really hurts” you whimper as he nods his head kissing the corner of your eye were the tears are falling at “I know Y/N I know, but you don’t have to worry anymore ok? I’m here for you and I love you” they say as you nod your head. But you feel guilty why are you pushing this onto him?

“I’m sorry Bella” they glare at you confused “sorry why are you sorry?” They ask as you move off of him “for pushing this onto you it’s my problem not yours I should be solving this all for myself” Bella snickers before grabbing ahold of your hands “don’t feel guilty I’m your girlfriend that’s what i’m here for!” They answered as you softly smiled. Bella gets up and pulls you up with her.

“Let’s get you cleaned up yeah?” They requested moving you into his bedroom. “I don’t deserve a person like you” you mumbled as Bella hands you tissue so you can blow your nose “yes you do, stop beating yourself up I love you, I need you, and I’m so glad I’m with you so please don’t say anything like that” they say wiping the blood from your scalp.

You space off thinking about the encounter and how you no longer have parents to comfort you, love you, hug you or just be their for you. “Hey let’s take your mind off of it ok? Im gonna order some food, and we can watch a movie, and cuddle how does that sound?” They offer as you nod your head. Bella smiles before kissing you they leave the room to probably order the food leaving you alone again.

“Cookies and Cream ice cream!” They beamed handing you a tub of vegan free ice cream “I don’t have any more of yours since you ate it all so all that’s left is vegan options” they add sitting down on the edge of the bed handing you a spoon. “I was thinking about remodeling the apartment” they state stuffing their face with ice cream and staring at you “why?” You ask as Bella smiles “I mean since you basically live here now I think it would be good to just start new y’know?” They say as you grin.

“Yea that sounds good” you say as Bella gets up once again and walking out and coming back with food. “Got you your favorite Chinese restaurant that sells the vegan options” she says as you smile. You might not be vegan but you always think about Bella when it comes to eating out at places so when you found a Chinese restaurant that also has a whole vegan menu you had to bring Bella and it instantly became a favorite of yours. “Did you ask for extra broccoli and zucchini?” you ask as Bella nods her head handing you your food.

“I know your order by heart Y/N you get the same thing each time” they comment as you roll your eyes at them. “I do not” you say as Bella hands you a fork. “You do too orange chicken, beef and broccoli, chicken and zucchini, fried rice or chow mein” Bella says as you roll your eyes before looking at your plate your missing something “were is my-” “egg roll here” you snicker thanking them.

“Thank you Bella for this” you say as they nod stuffing their face with food “you're welcome baby now put on a movie” they giggle handing you the remote control. You skim through movies before stopping at your favorite “babe again? But I'm a cheerleader?” Bella groans as you grin rolling your eyes. “What its a good movie!” you spoke trying to defend yourself.

“Your lucky I love you”

Welp another request done I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I enjoyed writing this and I hope you have good day (and keep requesting stuff) orevwa :). Ⓒ︎ bellaxellie.

#bellaxellie #bella ramsey #celebrity x reader #celebrity #bella ramsey imagine #bella ramsey x y/n #bella ramsey × reader #bella ramsey x you

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teacher‘s pet | a.b

pairing: prof!austin x student!reader

warnings: smut, chocking, fingers in mouth

w/c: 2.1k

summary: you knew that fucking your teacher was against the rules, so you hoped that your religion teacher was able to fuck some sense into you.

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You would be totally lying if you said that you wouldn’t be nervous as you opened the big white door that separated you from the busy school hallway. You were a bit nervous to see him, of course you were, but to be honest how could you not?

With a smile on your face and books stacked in your hands, you went through the hallway filled with tired students before you entered room 106.

“Aren’t we to early, y/n?” your best friend Pia asked you with a frown, taking a seat next to you on the old wooden chairs and placing her stuff gently on the table before glancing at her watch. “It’s 1 p.m. y/n, doesn’t the lesson start at like 1:10?” Pia asked you with a raised brow as you opened your pencil case and grabbed some pens to write with later on.

“You can never be to late for the religion class pia honey” you told her confidently with a grin.

Your best friend only shrugged with her shoulders before the first students also entered the room and waited for the lesson to start, or rather for the teacher to arrive.

Pia and you were talking about the german homework you got yesterday when the religion teacher finally arrived two minutes late. With an unsteady breathing pattern and his big leather bag clutched in his hand, Professor Butler entered the room with an apologetic smile written on his face.

“Please excuse me guys, the principle and I had to discuss something real quick.” He muttered quietly before he put his bag on the table and began the lesson you’ve waited for the entire day already.

- - -

“eight.” you mouthed to yourself with a tiny smirk. That was the number of how many times you caught your professor holding intimidating eye contact with you for a few seconds before looking away with a tiny head shake. You honestly don’t know why he wouldn’t just fuck you on the table right here and right now, your skirt bunched up while his veiny hands are opening his black slacks and his soft lips are so close to your ear, whispering-

“Y/n!”

You were pulled out of the dirty and unholy fantasy you were about to dream of by your fantasies Main Character‘s voice, Professor Butler.

Your big doe eyes looked up at your teacher standing right infront of your desk with his hand reached out to you, most probably signaling you to hand him your homework that was due today. You quickly reacted and grabbed the slightly crumbled piece of paper that you’ve written yesterday in the middle of the night and handed it him. He nodded with his head and gave it a quick once over before he turned around and put it on the table with the other ones from your classmates.

“Thank you.” You knew that he was saying that to the entire class but somehow you had the feeling he was secretly only saying that to you as you caught his gaze once again as he said those words. You nodded as you fiddled with your fingers before he spoke up again,

“Well done guys, now let’s move on.”

- - -

You probably glanced at the clock hanging on the wall in the right corner of the room already a hundred times but you just wanted to make sure that you still had enough time to stare at him with heart eyes.

“See you next week and don’t forget about the homework guys!” He yelled after the kids that already left the room with a sight before your best friend and you collected your things and also went to the door and left to get back into your main classroom and start the break. You quickly put your things into the tiny locker before you went to the toilet.

Once you finished washing your hands and fixing your hair, you left to get to class and eat something, but you didn’t came far.

Yeah, maybe it sounds stupid, but since your in that school, you never realised that the teachers room is basically right next to the toilets. And also that your dear religion teacher, professor butler, is the first desk to be placed at in the room. You know you shouldn’t even think about it, but you couldn’t resist the urge to go to him and asking him something, anything, just so you could talk to him.

“Professor butler!” You said as soon as you knocked on the door to basically tell him your entering and want something from him.

“Y/n, please come in, what do you need, huh?” He asked you while he was sitting in a manspreading kind of position in his probably super comfortable chair with a smirk.

What was he smirking at now?

“I just wanted to ask real quick if I wrote my name of my paper because I’m not entirely sure if I did that professor.” You asked with with batted eyelashes as you took a couple steps towards him with your hands behind your back and a straightened chest, immediately caughting his gaze falling onto your breast.

“Uhh, yeah of course! Let’s take a look.” Your religion teacher told you as he looked through the papers with his long, veiny, rough hands-

“Here! Yep, y/n y/l/n.” Professor butler quickly told you before he looked up again but noticed only then how you were suddenly seated on his desk and not standing infront of his sitting figure anymore. “And is it good?” You asked with with big eyes and a smile as you slightly leaned forward to get closer to his beautiful face. “Is w-what good?” The teacher asked you with a tiny stutter as he looked into your eyes. “My paper.” You batted your eyelashes again at him before you slightly bit your lip and got closer to his face until you could nearly touch his nose.

“I haven’t taken a look at it yet y/n.” He mumbled before you caught him glancing down at your lips. You got so close that you could perfectly whisper into his ear now,

“I know you want it too professor.”

“No, absolutely not-”

“C‘mon, let go professor butler, you deserved it.”

“Y/n, stop-” he couldn’t finish his sentence because your hands were already making their way up his white button up with delicate touches of your fingertips and a cheeky smile, knowing you got him as soon as you felt the chills and noticed his shaky breath.

“Shh, nobody’s gonna find out if they don’t catch us, now do they?” You asked him with a smirk while you reached the last button and opened his button up and slowly hard down to get s good look of his unbelievably good looking abs. You even muttered a tiny "fuck" under your now also shaky breath before you looked up at him again only to see him now looking way more stiff and almost angry.

Professor Butler stood up and towered over your tiny body with ease as his open white button up dangled there. You looked down so you were able to have his toned stomach perfectly in your view as professor butler got so close that he gently nudged your forehead with his nose.

“This is really what you want, huh? Getting fucked from your religious teacher so you can do what then, hmm? Tell the principal and get me fired-” he stopped speaking as soon as you wildly shook your head, now looking up at him while he was still looking down at you. “I would never do that professor, I don’t hate you.” You stated quietly before you decided to run your fingertips over his abs and chest with a tiny gasp, being slightly overwhelmed by the feeling of it on your fingers.

The teacher tilted his head to the side with a raised brow before he spoke up again,

“Why then y/n? Are you so desperate?” he asked you as he placed his hands on your naked thights and caressed them with his thumb, slowly going closer to your core.

“Is the little y/n so desperate that she even asks her own teacher to fuck her, hmm?” he asked you as he lifted your skirt and you opened his slacks.

“Maybe.”

“I knew it baby.” He stated quietly as he pushed some piece of hair out of your face and ran his fingertips then down the side of your neck, ever so gently touching your sensitive skin. Obviously awakening goosebumps.

“Maybe I should fuck some sense into you. That you maybe shouldn’t want to get fucked by your religion teacher y/n. Huh, how does that sound?” He told you as he pushed your panties down your legs and put them in the back pocket of his blacks slacks that you pushed just slightly down so you could free his cock.

You looked him into the eyes and it surprised when you noticed how he even held eye contact while he spit on his fingers and gently coated your clit and entrance with it.

“Fuck professor, please.” You whined, already growing even more desperate for his touch. “Quit whining, need to make you ready for me babydoll or you won’t be able to handle it.” He stated cockily with a tiny smirk before he pumped himself a few times. “Oh please, I’m sure I’ve already had bigger ones-” your own loud gasp interrupted your sentence as professor butler started to stretch you out with his really fucking big dick.

“Told you, better listen to me next time.”

You whined and moaned as he finally fully entered you. He gently kissed your temple before he hugged you tightly as your fingers clutched on his back, desperately trying to get a hold of something.

You moaned and even squealed loudly as soon as he started to move his hips back and forth, perfectly hitting all the right places while one hand was holding your one leg so you couldn’t close your legs, and the other hand was on your cheek, his thumb slowly running over your bottom lip with desire and lust in his eyes. You quickly opened your mouth and sucked on his thumb like it’s his cock, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Please forgive me god, I know I shouldn’t do this, fucking my own student, but you are a little teachers pet, aren’t you? , yeah, my teachers pet.” He nodded along with his words as you also nodded with his thumb in your mouth. “Such a pretty little teacher‘s pet, my favourite student, baby.” he added quietly.

You squeezed your eyes shut and felt how your legs started to shake as you orgasm creeped nearer. “Fucking shit, I swear t-this pussy was made f-for me to fuck I-It.” He threw his head back and removed his thumb from your mouth before he smeared all over your spit over your lips, making it all messy.

He looked up at the ceiling once again while shaking his head in denial, knowing this was wrong and not what he was supposed to do, especially as a religion teacher. “Lord have mercy with me, p-please-” he whispered as he starred at the ceiling with closed eyes before he took his other hand and and bit on his pointer and middle finger to muffle his moans, pleads and whines a bit as he mentally prayed for god‘s forgiveness.

“Cum for me princess, I know you want to, let go.” He repeated your words from earlier with a sigh leaving his lips as placed his hand on your throat and made you look at him while you came.

“At least have some respect and look at your god damn teacher when he’s making you cum, y/n.” he stated slightly angrily with a huff as his hand didn’t retreat from your throat, fingers still wrapped around it and thumb also slightly pressing on the side so it would cut your air flow a bit.

You looked up at your professor with big eyes starring into his blue ones, looking so dominant as he was holding your throat and your submissive gaze. Eyes slightly rolling into the back of your head for a few moments while he also struggled to hold eye contact with you as his grip on your throat got lighter.

“Good girl.” He whispered as your shaking got less and your breath pattern returned to normal again.

He let out a shaky breath before he closed his eyes and kissed your forehead.

“God may never forgive me, but fucking hell that was it worth.”

#austin x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfic #austin butler smut

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My works in progress are never going to actually leave the unholy sanctity of my head unless I post them along the way so here you guys go, a really rough first draft scene from my Wincest fic based on this prompt by @queerfables .

Eventually Dean realized that words weren't truly going to fix this mess. In a way he was glad because he's not sure he would be able to give Sam what he needed if he had to have heart after heart with him. Don't get him wrong, he'd try, but they both knew Sam was the one with the way with words. That didn't mean he thought he'd be able to just barge into this. He thought back to every flinch he'd already catalogued, every panicked glance thrown his way anytime he finally got frustrated by the empty spaces in between that he tried to force his way into the no man's land, and knew that was just gonna put them right back where they'd landed. So Dean chose to do what he did best.

Word count: 1003

CW: Sam's pitifully low self esteem

He drove.

5 hours into the drive, 2 pit stops later and at least 17 glances Sam threw his way when Dean actually seemed to drop the subject and had a rough plan. Pulling Baby into a parking space at the latest of run down motels Dean got out and stretched, scowling at the dry heat that the open window was no longer soothing before looking over to Sam and smirking at the him shuffling back and forth clearly expecting Dean to say something.

"Grab the bags, I'll go check in Sam" he tossed out as he walked away.

Relaxing finally Sam just nodded, letting the bittersweet feeling that Dean had clearly finally decided to let things lay where they were like Sam had suggested wash over him.

He grabbed their bags and saw Dean come out of the office pointing towards the 4th room on the end. Walking inside he ignored the furniture that had clearly seen a better century to claim his bed farthest from the door. He saw the edges of the frame to the mirror across from their beds and kept his gaze firmly down far enough to keep the frame in his line of sight without ever catching the glass.

Rummaging in his bad he set aside a new shirt and jeans so that he could finally change out of the ones he'd already sweated through then turned around to head to the shower before coming face to face with his brother. Tensing Sam waited for his brother to either try to kiss him again or punch him, hoping it was a punch so he could at least let it happen.

Dean had lost the smirk from the parking lot but Sam couldn't tell what he was supposed to be reading from his expression so he just stared back unaware that he was holding his breath.

Dean's eyes shifted from one point of his face to another before settling once more on his eyes.

"Yep," Dean said breaking the spell and smiling softly in that way he swore he hadn't seen since Dean was still letting him steal into his bed because of the nightmares.

Sucking a breath in Sam was about to ask him what was going on but Dean just backed up and patted him on the shoulder twice.

"I'm getting first shower princess," he threw out smirking before shutting the door.

Releasing his breath at the click of the bathroom door Sam almost stumbled back onto the bed from the relief of untensing. For the first time since coming back from Hell Sam had to stop himself from looking in the mirror he was now even more aware of. He didn't have to try very hard not to because at the end of the day Sam's desire to never see Him again outweighed almost everything still but that last smile on his brother's face circled around in his face over and over.

Stealing a quick glance towards the bathroom to make sure his Brother was still in the shower Sam glanced down to his hands. He still wasn't quite comfortable with them but being able to see them reaching away from him instead of towards him helped him to separate them from Lucifer. Bringing one up he ran past the pathway Dean's eyes had seemed to track before hoping to be able to feel out what his brother had been thinking. Just as he brushed past his eyelashes he heard the click of the bathroom door and realized he'd missed when Dean turned the water off.

Dropping his hands down to the side guiltily he grabbed his clothes and brushed past Dean as quickly as he could without actually touching his brother, especially because Dean had decided once again to forego the shirt. Closing the door he stared down at his feet as usual knowing from experience if he looked anywhere else in this tight of quarters he was going to be stuck seeing Him in the mirror.

Clenching and unclenching his fists he tuned into the sound of Dean in the other room. The squeak of the springs from his bed and the sound of the television clicking on switching several times before Dean seemed to find one he was comfortable settling on. Scowling at the wall that separated them Sam decided his brother was stupid.

He'd been right to think that Dean wasn't going to just let it go like would be good for him just because Sam said so. He thought back to their teenage years when 15-year-old Sammy had wheedled his brother over and over for something he knew they both wanted and couldn't understand what had Dean made him push back so strongly.

Huffing Sam though that this whole time Dean had been right. It would've corrupted them, but not in the way Dean thought. Sam knew now what he'd always been. He couldn't go back and tell his younger self to let his older brother go and stop the whole fucked up tragedy their lives had become because of that, but he could do what Dean had always tried to do for him but never accepted.

He could protect him. Even if the person he was protecting Dean from was himself.

#wincest #wincest fic #sam winchester angst #sam winchester #dean #dean winchester

[ramblingoak]

My Husband Is Now Bones, Chapter 3:  Anyway, Here’s Wonderwall

Omega’s plan was simple:

Escape Hell

Grab Terzo’s Body

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Happily Ever After

Catch up with Chapter 1 and Chapter 2

This is for the Ghost Creative Challenge put on by @petrifyingpapas .  The first week’s theme is “Resurrection”.

Terzo x Omega (with bonus Mary Goore, major character death, horror themes, blood, zombie violence/gore, once more for the people in the back: ZOMBIE VIOLENCE/GORE, ZOMBIES DOING ZOMBIE THINGS, NSFW, 18+ only MDNI)  

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“You’re welcome, by the way.”

Omega turned away from Terzo and stared in disbelief at the necromancer.  Were they fucking serious?  Mary rolled their eyes and jerked their hands up, the chains Omega had wrapped around them rattling as they wiggled their fingers.  Omega sighed and glanced down at his left hand, two fresh fingers in place of the bloody stumps Terzo had left him. 

“Thank you.”

“No worries Big Guy, happy to help!”  Mary tugged at the chains around their wrists and tried to move their legs, but Omega had wrapped some around their ankles too.  They had been way too eager to leave after the initial chaos had ended.

After they had brought Terzo back wrong.

“So uh, how about you let me go?”  

Omega snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at Mary with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re not leaving until you fix him.”

“Fix what?  Does he look dead anymore?”

Terzo chose that moment to start violently jerking on his shackles again, thick bands Omega had found attached to the wall.  His eyes were wild and unblinking as they moved back and forth from Omega and Mary, snarling at them both.  There was still blood and bits of…Omega on his chin.  The blood had eventually dripped down his neck, running across the fresh scar there before drying.

“Fine, he’s not dead, but that’s not him!”  Omega shoved himself off the floor and stalked towards Mary, delighting in how the man shrunk back away from him.  “Fix him.”

“Once again, fix what?!”

“He ate my fingers and I’m pretty sure he wants to eat more!”

“Ok well, yeah that was weird.  He’s probably just confused!  I told you he might not be himself for a few days!”

Omega reached down and grabbed one of Mary’s scrawny arms then began to drag them across the floor towards Terzo. 

“Alright, if he’s just confused I’ll chain you up together.  Maybe you can talk some sense into him.”

“Wait!  Fuck, wait!  Ok ok ok!”  Terzo had moved as far as he could on his chains, clawing at the air trying to reach them.  Mary had started whimpering and trying to kick at Omega but he barely felt it.  All he felt right now was despair over everything.  He had been so close to having everything back the way it was.  To having his lover back.  Instead he had this thing in Terzo’s place.  Did Terzo even exist anymore?  Or was this all that was left of him?  

This thing wasn’t his Papa.

Omega grabbed the front of Mary’s shirt and lifted them up so they were just out of Terzo’s reach.  Saliva was hitting them both as Terzo continued to snarl and bite at the air, desperate to reach them.  When Mary didn’t say anything Omega  moved him a little closer and Terzo was able to grab a hold of their arm, immediately digging the nails of those gloves of his into Mary’s flesh.  Mary cried out and jerked away, losing part of their shirt and a lot of skin to Terzo’s grip.

“Alright!  I have an idea!”  Omega threw Mary to the floor and watched as he desperately scooted back from Terzo.  He had sucked his gloves into his mouth and was eagerly running his tongue along them to collect the small amount of Mary’s blood he had gotten.  “Unholy fuck, just, just let me look through my books, ok?  Get me the fuck away from him and give me my bag.”

Omega watched Mary for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to trust him.  The main issue was he didn’t know any other necromancers and without gathering a shit ton of supplies he had no way to get in touch with Cowbell again.  Or anyone else in Hell for that matter.  Unfortunately, Mary was his best option right now so he grabbed him one more time and pulled him back against the wall he was at before. 

“You have a day to figure something out.”

“A day?  That’s not goi–”

“One.  Day.”  Omega grabbed Mary’s bag and dropped it on top of them before he turned to walk back to the corner across from Terzo.  He was crouched down in the dark, but Omega could see him still sucking on his gloves.

“You should try talking to him.”  Omega turned to look back over at Mary.  They had gotten a book out and were slowly sifting through the pages.  “If your boyfriend is in there, maybe talking to him will wake him up.  Or whatever.” 

Omega sighed and sat down, closing his eyes briefly while leaning against the wall.  What was he supposed to say?  So far Terzo just seemed to get angry if he tried to talk to him.  Although angry didn’t seem like the right word…hungry.  Terzo just seemed hungry.  

“How about you play him something?  You lugged that guitar of yours down here, yeah?”

Omega glanced at his acoustic guitar leaning in the corner.  He had grabbed it on a whim after getting dressed and calling Mary from Terzo’s room.  He had thought of the nights where Terzo couldn’t sleep, where the pressure of being Papa kept him up at night.  Omega would get his guitar out and they’d go through a few Ghost songs before moving on to whatever else came to mind.  Music helped to soothe them both when the stress and anxiety got too much.  He had thought that maybe having it around while Terzo recovered would be helpful.

Playing ABBA always cheered Terzo up.

He cleared his throat and reached out for it, easily settling it in his lap like he had done hundreds of times before.  Omega could still feel Terzo’s eyes on him, could still hear him lapping at his fingers.  He took a deep breath and got his hands into position.

“Alright, any requests?”

“Yeah how abo–”

“I wasn’t talking to you.”  Omega ignored Mary’s irritated mumbling and finally looked up at Terzo.  He was already staring right at him, those beautiful mismatched eyes of his boring right into Omega’s purple ones.  Terzo was in there somewhere, he had to be.  “Papa?  Any requests?”

Terzo’s only response was to bare his teeth and let out a long growl.

“It’s ok Papa, I know just the song.”

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It wasn’t Omega’s first time running naked in the woods.

After he had stumbled out of Cowbell’s portal all he could do at first was writhe around on the ground in pain.  His skin burned as if it was on fire, searing pain racing up and down his body.  He couldn’t get his limbs to cooperate, he couldn’t even fucking see at first.  Omega had laid there for he didn’t even know how long, just breathing heavily in a pile of leaves and looking up at the moon.  When he had finally been able to move without wanting to scream in pain he instead wanted to scream for a different reason.  

He had no idea where the fuck he was.

Omega rolled over onto his hands and knees, taking a moment to collect himself.  He closed his eyes and whispered the phone number Cowbell had made him memorize.  He had promised him the man would help, that they owed Cowbell a favor and all Omega had to do was remind the necromancer of that and they’d be happy to come to the abbey to do “a little old fashioned black magic”.  Now all Omega had to do was get to the abbey, get through the catacombs, get into the passageway that led to Terzo’s room and then use Terzo’s phone.  

But where was the abbey?  He had explored these woods before many times, at first on his own when he was still newly summoned.  Other times with his fellow Ghouls’ or even siblings when there were rituals.  Usually he had been out here with Terzo, it was a good way for them to have some quiet moments together.  When their relationship progressed the moments became less quiet and less clothed.  His Papa liked being chased through the trees and Omega had never been good at denying any of Terzo’s requests.

He groaned and stood up on shaking legs, feeling like a newborn deer.  Fuck, he needed to get himself together.  Sitting here reliving the past wasn’t getting him to the abbey any faster.  He needed to get moving and keep an eye out for any signs the abbey was close.  There were old stone markers scattered around, if he could find one of those that would be the best sign he was heading in the right direction.

Omega took a deep breath and started forwards, reviewing his plan again and again as he went.  Get to the abbey and then get into the catacombs.  Find the passageway that leads to Terzo’s room so he could get some clothes and a mask.  After that he just needed to call the necromancer, set up a meeting point, get Terzo’s body to the meeting point and from there…well.  That’s where that little bit of black magic needed to do its thing.

It wasn’t long before Omega started to recognize trees and stumps, things that he had already walked by, but apparently made his way back to.  He let out a frustrated growl and fell to his knees, biting his lips to hold in all the other anguished sounds he wanted to make.  Omega was starting to think he’d have to wait till daybreak, but that held a greater risk of him being caught.  Not to mention the greater risk of them moving Terzo’s body somewhere else.  

“Fuck!”

He dropped his head into his hands, letting his claws dig briefly into his scalp.  The pain helped him focus again.  Find the abbey…get into the catacombs…go through the passageway…call the necromancer.  He just needed one fucking sign telling him where the abbey was.  After a deep breath he began to murmur a prayer to Lucifer, begging for the sign he needed.

“Lucifer, please.  Show me the way, lead me back to him…”  Omega waited for a moment but didn’t feel anything, nothing that told him Lucifer was listening.  He couldn’t help but feel rage build up in his chest, a deep burning anger that Lucifer let this happen in the first place.  “You should’ve stopped this.  Terzo devoted his life to you and he did nothing to deserve this.”

Omega tried to collect himself, raging at the Olde One wasn’t going to do any good.  It was obvious that for some reason Lucifer had abandoned them.  There was no one listening to help him and Omega needed to stop trying.  Lucifer hadn’t answered his prayers while Omega was in Hell, he shouldn’t have expected anything different after he left.

As Omega planted his hands into the ground to shove himself up an odd sound made him stop and hold his breath.  A sharp ringing was echoing in the night and he jerked his head towards where it was coming from.  The sound rang again and Omega took a few steps towards it, nearly laughing in disbelief.  Maybe Lucifer had been listening after all…

Omega was already running by the time the abbey’s bell rang again.

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Chapter 4: World’s Worst Necromancer

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Angel of Small Death: Sneak Peak

Here’s a sneak peak of my new Matt Murdock x Intern!Reader series. Chapter one is going up TOMORROW! reply to be tagged.

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You had been working for Nelson and Murdock about a week. The bright day turned into dark, swamp New York night. Foggy had already retired for the night and went home, and you started research and sourcing documents for another case they had next week. You were so engrossed that you didn’t notice Matt watching from the doorway of his office. 

“You know, whatever you’re working on can wait until Monday.” 

“I have a thing about leaving things unfinished. I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I’m done, promise.” You say, continuing your work. 

“It is getting late. Do you have a ride home?” 

“I was just going to walk…” You say, guiltily. 

“At night in Hell’s Kitchen? Alone?” Matt says, incredulously. 

“I’ve done it plenty of times before, unscathed.” 

“Yea, miraculously–” 

“Plus you know, with the ‘Devil of Hell’s Kitchen’ running around out there. I feel, I don’t know, safer walking at night.” 

Matt gives you a smile that almost feels like a secret. “Still he can’t be everywhere at once so, I’m walking you home. And I'm leaving now, so you’re leaving now.” 

You look at him with a stunned expression. “B-But I’m not finished– I need to finish.” You say with a pleading voice. Matt shakes his head as if to manual remove the unholy thoughts that entered his head when he heard you whine.

“Everything you're doing can wait until the morning. Pack your things.” You try to level him with another pleading look before realizing the man couldn’t even see it anyway. Your pitiful looks were just that, pitiful. 

“But–” 

“It wasn’t a request. Pack your things. Now.”  He says, with a stern tone that you’ve never heard from the man before. It gave you a funny feeling in the pit of your stomach, not like you felt before. You felt your legs tightening together in the weird stand-off the two of you were in. 

You huff a breath. “Fine.” You say, starting to stuff your things and files into your bag. “But I’m taking these with me.” 

“Good girl.” He compliments. You know he meant nothing by the phrase but it was enough to make you squeeze your thighs tighter. “I’m happy to turn a blind eye to your confidential file stealing.” 

You turn a bored look to the man. “Ha-ha.” You say, sarcastically before grabbing your bag and walking out the door, the blind man close behind you. 

The cool air touching your skin was a welcome contrast to the stuffy weather of the office. The Air Conditioning in the office wasn’t the best. You and Matt fall into step together. His hand rests softly on your upper arm so as to not lose track of you, you assume. 

“Do you live on campus?” He asks after a while. 

“No, Sir. I moved out with my roommate earlier this year.” You answer. Matt ignores the warm feeling in his center when he hears you call him Sir. “I live just below 8th avenue.” 

“And you were just going to walk home?!” Matt says, incredulously. 

“I know it’s not the safest neighborhood. I’ve walked home plenty of times and have been perfectly fine.” You defend. “Well, I have been mugged once but that guy didn’t even have a real gun.”  Matt gives you a look that shows you that you just proved his point. 

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If this man has to haunt me, he has has to haunt you.

Meet Sweaty. He’s a 42 year old absol and lives with his human mom in Castelia, Unova.

Some Absol headcanons:

I do think part of why Absols have such a bad rep among people is partially due to folklore of them appearing before and after horrific disasters, but also because they have such a human face. Imagine seeing this mf in the dark woods watching you. Something that looks human, but is not. Something that sounds human, but is NOT. Follow this by a horrific landslide.

Do you see the problem. Humans remember human faces. Predators sometimes mimic their prey. Absols have the truly unfortunate evolutionary quirk of falling into both categories.

So yes, there was a huge stigma against absols which led to a pretty severe population decline.

In modern day (much like wolves), Absols have become media darlings, in large thanks to a the help of pokemon rangers who utilize Absol’s ability to sense weather as an indicator when to evacuate. They are a very long lived species and need lots of intense exercise, often declaring huge swaths of land as their personal territories. Absols also tend to get very anxious when they feel they do not have enough space, so keeping them with other pokemon’s usually a no no.

Sweaty’s mom used to be a pokemon ranger and found Sweaty stuck in a refrigerator. Nowadays, she lets him free roam—much to the chagrin of every other person in the area. Sweaty in turn makes himself a nuisance to the local icecream store, begging for treats.

(The kids love him. He comes home with ink and paint stained everywhere and it’s a nightmare to clean.)

Hate my human faced monstrosities? Thank @tjs-stuffs for this. Ciao!

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BodyHarness Class

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Sunny, Bunny and Batty go out on a interesting date

CW: Allusions to smut at the end, descriptions of sharp craft tools

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“Where did you even hear about this??” Steve mutters, eyeing the door. His pace lagging as he peered into the dark corners of the tucked away venue.

'My friend! She told me someone was hosting a class like this and it sounds so fun!'

“Sure, fun is a way to put it.”

“Come onnn, Harrington! Hey, if it makes you get into it, I’ll wear mine without a shirt~!”

Heat crawled up Steve’s neck and bloomed onto his cheeks. Avoiding Eddie’s triumphant smirk, he forced a roll of his eyes. He nearly dies when you offer to let him help you with yours too, your smile just as mischievous. His pace picked up as steam poured out of his ears.

"Okay everybody! So, we weren't expecting such a large turn out…"

The small room was fit to bursting with chairs and a few tables. Two people stood in front, a man and a woman. "So! Just bare with us as we figure out what to do. If you want to participate, please see me while my lovely girlfriend prepares her materials, money and IDs in hand!”

You tug the both of them over to a set of chairs near the front. You set up shop by pulling a few chairs into a circle. Eddie grabs out the IDs and the money, Steve tucks the bags out of the way.

Eddie and the man made easy conversation as money exchanged hands. Steve finds himself wandering around, looking at the supplies. Some weird spikey tool, pliers, chains, elastic. Most of it was black and steel, with few gold and bejeweled pieces. This was absolutely a marriage between you and Eddie. If he wasn't so excited about seeing the final results on the both of you, he'd feel excluded.

"Okay! So, everyone ready?"

The room chimed in with cheers and the lesson starts. The idea was simple, create a body harness on your partner using the elastic and the rest of the supplies.

“And if you're alone, well, you might want to turn to your neighbor and get to know each other real quickly.” The man chimes in, grinning in a way that reminded Steve a lot of Eddie.

Eddie snickers, stretching his arms out wide like the man had done during the demonstration. “What were you thinkin’ babe?” He coos while you observe him. You drag your fingers along his chest, mapping out the design while Eddie does his best not to wiggle.

“Oh, a pentagram? Sweet girl, are you trying to get people to think I’m more of a devil then I already am?” Eddie’s beaming though, standing straighter. “But I suppose. Who am I to get in the way of such artistic expression?”

You wave Steve over while you laugh. You ask him to hold things while you start the pentagram. Not that he minds, he loves watching you work.

“So, you think you might want one, Sunny?” Eddie asks after a moment, struggling to maintain a straight posture. “Fuck, I think you wearing a pentagram would kill me.” He adds, and Steve becomes tense.

But, your friend must know this was a date, because it’s clear just where she sent you. All manner of people were paired up, many of them couples. In fact, right next to the three of you, were two guys trying to figure out how to work the hole punch. One of them in a T-Pose like Eddie while the other fiddled with the contraption.

“Come on man, it has to go that way or else it won’t punch right-“

“I’ll punch you right~”

“Pft- Thats- That was so stupid-“

Steve looks away, shoulders lax. He leans, breath ghosting along Eddie’s ear. “Do you want to see me in a harness?” He smirks as Eddie nods so hard it jostles your hands and you snip the wrong strap. You pouted up at the two of them, huffing out of your nose and stomping.

Steve giggles as he leans even more into Eddie. The metalhead joins him with a snort. “Sorry, sorry! This one is being a menace, whispering unholy things in my poor innocent ear.”

“I just asked if you wanted to see me in a harness!”

“Right, like you didn’t lean in close on purpose, distracting me from my responsibilities!”

You wave your hands at them, exasperated while a smile curls up at the corner of your lips.

‘I’m almost done, can you guys wait to flirt until I’m finished with the scissors? I could accidentally cut something.’

“Right, like Bats’ hair.”

Eddie gasps, gathering his precious locks close. “How dare you.”

With a shake of his head, he hides a grin behind his hand with a snicker. “I’m just saying.”

‘I’m not going to cut your hair, Batty! Sunny, please!’

Steve finally feels some remorse. Just a bit. You were really excited to do this, and if they were going to finish in time, they needed to get a move on.

“It looks really good so far, Buns.” He smiles, stepping close and kissing your temple. “I can’t wait to see what you look like..” He smirks, absolutely delighted at the way you blue screen.

“See? See! Told you!” Eddie cuts in, flailing a finger at a grinning Steve.

After another round of scolding, which wasn’t effective since both men adored how flustered you were, you finally finished Eddie’s harness. It’s definitely a statement piece. Black elastic stretching across his chest, silver washers connecting all the lines and adding some shine. Eddie stands proudly, puffing his chest and gazing at you two. “So, whatcha think?”

Steve meets your eyes briefly, and in that moment he knows you’re on the same wavelength.

‘Looks really good, Batty.’ You sign slowly, gaze trailing the lines you made across his body. Steve’s heart thumped as he clears his throat. “Yeah, it’s uh…it’s very you. It’s good.”

"Just....good?" Eddie prompts, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he steps closer. "Thats all you can say?" He's all up in Steve's space in a way that made his pulse jump. "It's- fuck, you look hot. Okay? Is that what you wanna hear?"

Eddie's eyes were bright. "Mm~ Took you long enough, what, you getting shy on us?"

Jumping onto the bandwagon, you slide up to Eddie's side. Your own smirk plays on your lips as you tilt your head at Steve in question. Betrayed, Steve scoffs and hurries over to the table instead.

"I- What happened to getting these done, huh? Tick Tock, clocks running out! Games nearly over." Taking the first thing that catches his eye, he hands over a bunch of chains. "Here, what about this? For something on yours, Bunny?”

With a roll of your eyes at his deflection, you take the chains and look them over. He expects you to reject it, but then there's that spark in your eyes that Steve loved to see. That excited smile lighting up the room while you grab the pliers and chain cutters. Gesturing for your boys to come closer, you thank Steve for the supplies with a kiss.

Now that it’s your turn, you start drawing out the design with a finger along your curves. Steve doesn't see it yet, but Eddie can. His chocolate eyes grow dark, voice dipping into that low growl. "Jesus, you tryin' to murder us, Sweetheart?" He leans in close and you're quick to curl into him. Mischief and mirth flowing through you while he teases you.

"Whats the design?" Steve asked, still not getting it. You beam up at him, pressing a finger to your lips. 'Secret' You sign. He was still learning, but finger spelling was starting to catch on in his brain.

"She's getting payback for earlier." Eddie chimes in, snickering as he grabs some pliers and Jump rings. "Alright Sunny, mind holding these chains in place for me?"

"Not at all." Steve grins, reaching out and holding the chain along your chest, mesmerized by you. God, was he glad you opted for something body hugging today.

You’re peering up at him from beneath your lashes with a shy smile. It’s still new, getting to be with you like this. Getting to be close, to feel your body. The look of the harness was nice, but frankly, he wouldn’t like it half as much if it wasn't on you two. If it didn’t interest you two so much.

“Gonna look so good, honey.” Steve murmurs, brushing a knuckle against your cheek before you bashfully tuck yourself into his arms. The tip of your nose brushing along his throat.

There’s huff beside you two, and Steve turns to see Eddie with a barely hidden pout. “Come on you two, you heard the coach, we gotta hurry.” With a wry smile, he turned to measure some chains.

It’s in that moment, while Steve watches Eddie’s back, that he forgets where they are. He reaches out, tugging Eddie close by the chain on his pants. “What is it-“ Tilting his head, Steve plants a kiss on him. Cupping his jaw, Eddie hums into it, shoulders sagging as he bows into Steve. It was short, sweet and enough to have the metalhead smiling again, even if he blinks at Steve a couple times.

“You just look really cool with tools.” Steve admits, breathless and warm. Eddie snickers, brows wiggling. “Well, there’s a few tools that I’d love to get my hands on.”

When the giggles subside in your little group, the boys finally get their hands back on you to finish your harness. The mixture of elastic and metal creates quite a sight, hugging your figure and adding shine. You even created a chain shrug, looping around your wrists loosely and resting over your arms decoratively.

Taking a step back to admire you and Eddie, Steve was glad he was wearing baggier pants because he was in trouble.

“Sweetheart, christ-“ Eddie breathes as his fingers graze along the clinking chains. Seeing you wearing a marriage of your styles, it was right out of a fantasy.

“Alright everyone, we got twenty minutes before the lesson is supposed to be over! Make sure you make your final items now!”

“Oh shit- Well you heard ‘em Stevie, think you’re up for it?”

Biting his lip, Steve hesitates. It wasn’t his style, but if you made it work for you, then why not for him? After all, it’d be more of a present for you and Eddie. He slowly spreads out his arms. “Sure, I think I’m up for it.”

You jump in place, your chains jingling before you go racing to grab the last of the supplies. Eddie stays behind, his grin big and goofy. “Didn’t think I’d ever see the day, Steve Harrington..” He breathes, his gaze lingers along his chest before trailing back up to his eyes.

“Oh, but you thought about it? About me, wearing something like this?”

“Ever since you came to our trailer dressed as Hercules, big boy.”

You come flying in, arms full with supplies. Steve notes the elastic you picked out for him, a warm sunshine yellow and warm brown. You’ve also opted for gold and bronze hardware instead of silver.

You and Eddie could be on the same page incredibly quickly. With a glance and the vague gesture of your hand over your chest, Eddie nodded before passing over a roll of brown elastic.

Your deft hands are gentle as you wrap the elastic around his waist first, soon walking behind him to snap the band in place. Steve feels a warmth against his back as you press close, soon nuzzling between his shoulder blades. Fuck, you were so cute.

Though he’s soon distracted by the touch of Eddie, mapping out straps along his shoulders. “How do you guys come up with this stuff so quickly?” Steve murmurs, eyes trained on the way Eddie’s rings glimmer in the light. That concentrated gaze was finally on him, and now Steve envied every figure that was in his place before him.

“Well, I showed you that mag, right?” Eddie mutters, the tip of his tongue sticking out as he fiddles with a grommet. “Yeah, but like, how can you just recreate them?” Steve pressed, swallowing as he remembered the abundance of magazines that Eddie showed him on the way there. More so pushed in his face while Steve tried to maintain a hold on the wheel.

“It’s just a bunch of lines. Having someone to work off of helps.” Eddie explains with a grin, now bringing the pliers closer. With them being so close to his nipple, Steve tries to stay still. Even if your hands started to wander, running along his sides, back and front.

“Havin’ fun back there, Bunny?” Steve chirps after a moment, his grin broad as you tense, and huff, caught. Eddie snickers, placing the pliers down beside him. “Be a little nicer to her, Sunshine. She’s got a model under her hands, can you blame her?”

Between you giving him a squeezing hug from behind and Eddie’s soft gaze, it’s a wonder Steve stayed upright. The urge to kiss you both brims from every fiber of his being, but there’s no way he’d be satisfied with something chaste. He shifts, caught between wanting to let you finish and dragging you both home.

“Aww, patience Sunshine, we’re almost done.” Eddie promises with a coo, soft and silky as he fastens the second strap into place over his shoulder. You quickly go back to work as well, wrapping another elastic around his chest, specifically under his pecks. Pushing them up a bit, which catches Eddie’s gaze. He swallows, cheeks tinged with pink as he adds a piece of elastic to connect the pieces together in the front.

“Five minutes!”

“Oh thank fuck, y’got everything secure back there Sweetheart?” Eddie rasps, leaning over Steve’s shoulder purposefully. Steve gasps at the hardness poking him in the thigh.

“Perfect, come on Buns, let's take a look.”

Searching your faces, Steve isn’t sure what he sees. Maybe shock? Disbelief? He glances down at the harness. Was it not what they expected? He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the building with Eddie in tow. He gives a dramatic wave goodbye before the door closes with a thump.

“Hey, what-“ Steve stutters out, panic in his throat. “What’s wrong, is everything okay-“

When you get to the Beemer, you literally crash onto it. Tugging him by the straps of his harness, your kiss is hungry. Steve only takes a second to register before he arches into you, hands resting on your hips and dragging up to feel the cool, metal texture of your harness.

Suddenly there’s a weight on his back, heavy breathing in his ear as Eddie grinds against him. “Fuckin’ Christ-“ Eddie groans into his neck, hands digging into Steve’s hips. “You’re both so hot, was gonna die in there if we stayed another minute.”

Pulling back from Steve, you arch forward to press a heated kiss to Eddie as well. The slick sounds of your kissing makes the former jock buck into you. A groan heavy in his chest as you hook your leg around his hip and Eddie grinds harder.

“It..it looks that good?” Steve mumbles as Eddie kisses along his throat. You kiss at his collarbone, tugging his shirt down to get more of his skin in your mouth. Your teeth scrapping and lips sucking until pink blooms across his skin.

“So Fuckin’ good Sunshine, are you kidding me?” Eddie rasps and you nod. You rub at his sides, thumbs looping into his belt loops to tug him even closer. Fuck, you were soaked.

“You wanna see? See how good you look for us?” Eddie growls, guiding Steve to look in the side mirrors of his beemer. He had to squint, given the size and dimness of the parking lot, but…he looked good. The two toned elastic fit well along his chest, even with his shirt in the way.

“I think,” Eddie breathes after a moment, kissing a line along the back of Steve’s neck after he crowded him against the car again, “We should go home and try these on the way they were actually intended for, hmm?” He slides his hand up Steve’s shirt, rings chill against his skin. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you nod, your eyes glassy and full of need.

“Fuck- Yeah, come on.”

As you all pile into his Beemer, Steve scrawls a note into his notepad before he drives.

‘Thank Bunny’s friend, ASAP.’

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#thebunspeaks #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #rosepetaltrail #kinktober #the 🌻x🐰x🦇 verse #inspired by an actual class I took! it was really fun

[practically-an-x-man]

From: Liah Abdul

To: Madison

Beamed down from a faraway starship, a box appears at the foot of Madison's bed. When she opens it, there is an appalling amount of pink glitter coating everything, because Liah is like that. Inside is a jar of Liah's favorite lotion for Madison's fins because Liah comes from a scaled species and she knows how dry that stuff all gets. Also included is a full tea set, complete with Liah's favorite tea, and a flash drive with some vintage Bollywood movies.

Madison's first reaction is to scoff at the unholy amount of glitter now scattered across her hands, her clothing, her bedspread... she even finds a good deal of it in Bravo's fur. She's sure she'll be finding pink glitter until the end of time... and she's sure that the guys will never let it go, since she's about the most un-glittery person you could ever meet.

But once she's grabbed the vacuum and sucked up as much sparkly warfare as she can, she's really grateful for the gifts. The tea of course is lovely, and the tea set becomes one of her prized possessions (partially because she has very few things to call her own, but mainly because it's a lovely and thoughtful gift). The lotion confused her at first, but it ends up being a staple of her before-bed routine.

In return, she puts together a gift box of her own: a collection of various artisanal chocolates from her favorite sweets shop, a bag of good coffee from a local café and a sealed ceramic travel mug, and a collection of homemade woodcarvings depicting various animals. Each of the carvings is about the size of a matchbox, but with a nice flat base so they'll sit well on a shelf. At the base of the box is a leather case, which contains a small unfolding blade with a smooth bone handle. Madison believes no woman should ever be unarmed... even if said woman happens to be 6'3", covered in scales, and perfectly able to handle herself.

#my friends!!! #answered asks #my ocs #madison douglas #revan ocs #liah abdul

[laundrybiscuits]

In retrospect, poking his head into Dustin’s second-story window in the middle of the night and chirping, “Miss me?” was not his best and brightest plan. 

After all the screaming and crying, wrapped up in a completely unnecessary quilt and holding a bag of frozen peas to the spot where Dustin had hurled an alarm clock at his head, Eddie tries to explain. Sort of. 

“I guess I just woke up,” he says. It doesn’t sound dramatic enough, so he starts over: “I awakened in the twilight gloom, disoriented but miraculously whole, with but a singular purpose in mind…to escape Mordor and journey back to the lands I know.”

“Also,” he adds, “I can totally fly now. It’s pretty sick. I think I’m a vampire or something.”

“WHAT,” Dustin screeches. 

“I dunno, Henderson, how d’you think I got up to your window?”

“Wait, shit, who else knows you’re back?”

It feels weird to hear Dustin swear. Eddie knows he’s technically an unholy creature of the night now, but he sort of wants to institute a swear jar or something. 

“Hm…Vecna, definitely. You. The cottontail I spooked in your back yard.”

“Eddie!” Dustin sounds like a teakettle when he gets frustrated. Christ, Eddie loves that kid. 

Dustin grabs his tricked-out walkie and hisses, “Code Red! I repeat, Code Red! We have a major situation, people! I’m talking major. Over.”

There’s a brief silence. Then a deep, annoyed rumble: “Henderson, I swear to god if this is about Suzie I’m gonna smash your damn walkie-talkie.”

“He never remembers to say over,” whines Dustin. Eddie snatches the walkie from him.

“Heya, Harrington. Been taking care of my little lost sheep for me?” 

“Say over!” Dustin scrabbles for the walkie, but Eddie holds him off and floats up to the ceiling where Dustin can’t reach. 

“That’s right, listeners, Eddie the Banished has been reborn! And just as Gandalf the Grey became Gandalf the White, there have been some fun new additions to my personal skillset that I’m sure Henderson is just dying to fill you all in on. But good little sheep need sleep, so I’ll be turning off this walkie shortly and we can reconvene tomorrow for my triumphant return to the sunlit lands.”

“Why are you so weird,” says Dustin, fruitlessly trying to jump and grab Eddie’s shirt. 

Eddie does a lazy somersault in the air and pops off the back panel of the walkie, pocketing the batteries. “Oh, Dusty-bun. Weird is just a different frame of reference. You’ll learn that when you’re older.” 

Dustin stops trying to poke him with a broom handle like he’s a trapped pigeon. 

“Eddie,” he says. “Eddie, I really missed you, man.”

“Oh, hell,” says Eddie. He drops down and wraps Dustin up in the biggest hug of his life. “Yeah, I missed you too, big guy.”

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#vampire eddie munson #been thinking about vamp!eddie and wanted to do whatever the writing equivalent is of a doodle #do people still say drabble? I feel like that's not a thing anymore #anyway. much love to all the sexy dark bloodsuckers out there but I want to play around with genre-savvy dork vamp!eddie for a while

[fightxxmexxshiggy]

He knows how to work it

Chapter 2

Sero x fem reader

Words:1200

It had been about two weeks since you had been stood up by your former friends at the bar. In that time a lot of surprising new changes had happened. Your former friends had tried to pick up where they left off like it was nothing and instead of taking them back like you always had you told them off about their behavior and blocked them. As soon as you had finished blocking them a weight that had seemed to be wrapped around your heart just disappeared. You had gone into work and started to set clear boundaries for your coworkers and how they interacted with you. Your boss, a man of few words and tired eyes had taken you to the side and congratulated you on the change in the way you held yourself. Through these changes you were in steady contact with Hanta. You talked about your days, played some simple get to know you question games and had quickly fallen into a pattern of sharing whatever meme or video had made you laugh that day in hope that it would do the same for the other.

It was Tuesday and you were enjoying your lunch while chatting with Hanta when a burst of confidence hit you. You invited him to hang at the bar again for that Friday night. Seeing that he was typing for 10 seconds had you ready to throw your phone across the table in fear. Right as you were ready to throw it into the sun his message popped up in your chat. 

Hanta 🤤: I'd love to but I actually have my son that night.

Your brain was going nuts as you read the message. He had a son and that could only mean one thing. Hanta had just jumped up on the sexy meter from hot bad boy construction worker to bad boy DILF construction worker. You were losing it, trying so hard not to squeal. While you were taking deep breaths and begging your pussy to shush so that you could at least be a proper friend to the man who had saved your night and motivated you the last two weeks he sent another message.

Hanta🤤: would you like to come have a pizza and movie night with us?

The unholy noise that came out of your throat at the invitation had a coworker who was passing by stop to stare at you. After a moment of intense internal freak outside you messaged back much more calmly than you actually were. 

Simp why yes I am: I would love to but I don't want to interrupt your time with your son. 

Hanta🤤: it's no interruption at all 😁 I told my son about the new linda dama amiga I had made and he said he wanted to hang out with you. 

Oh man not only was he complimenting you but he talked about you to his son so soon after meeting you. Your eyes became a little misty at the thought that such a genuine and kind person had become your friend after all your bad luck with friendships the last few years. Immediately you agreed and your Friday night plans were set. Not for drinking but definitely for something you regularly enjoy. The following three days seemed to drag on as you counted the hours till your movie night with Hanta and his son. 

When Friday came you grabbed a few of your favorite movie snacks on the way home from work. You dropped the bags at the entrance when you arrived home to make sure you didn't forget them on the way out. You rushed through a shower being as thorough as you could. Your nerves were getting the best of you, making it take four tries before you were able to properly braid your hair. When you were finally dressed into your best looking set of comfy clothes you slid on your sneakers and made the short walk to Hanta's apartment. It was only 5:50 so you were a little early and took your time walking up the two flights of stairs instead of taking the elevator. 

At 5:57 you knocked on the door, internally freaking out at the prospect of being in a hot guy's apartment and meeting his son for the first time all in one night. You had expected the door to be answered by Hanta but instead it was opened by a young boy no more than 11. He looked you up and down before smiling and pulling your hand to lead you into the home. 

"You must be my dad's friend! He was right, you're really pretty! If I had known I would have stayed with my mom this weekend so he could take you on a real date instead of being a dork."

The sound of heavy footfalls echoed through the apartment at the end of the young boy's statement. Hanta ran into the living room shirtless and barefoot in only a pair of tight black joggers. Your breath caught at the sight of him, your pussy she started to drool like a dog in front of a Tbone steak. The man looked so fucking good you might just have to start a new religion. His eyes turned on his son with pure annoyance. 

"Emilio Seiji Sero! niño demonio de mi saco de bolas deja de exponerme a mi amiga antes de que se vaya pensando que soy un perdedor! el tío Bakugou nunca más te verá."

You giggled at his words only really catching the words demon child and ball sac. He stopped ranting at the sound of your voice looking a little dazed. He greeted you before running back to his room. He came back out a moment later with a white tshirt and an arm full of blankets. Hanta dropped the blankets on the couch before grabbing the bags from your hand and pushing you to sit on the couch. He then proceeded to pick up his son like a suitcase and carry him off to the kitchen. 

Still sitting on the couch you thought of the interaction you had just seen. It was very sweet and it seems like he was even more of a good father then you had thought before. A few moments later he came back into the room and sat down next to you. Hanta still wasn't looking at you but was instead arranging blankets. You could see that he was a little bit red so you knew he was blushing. Giving his shirt a little tug you got his attention. When he turned to you the blush highlighting his cheeks became obvious.

"Sorry about Emilio, he lives to embarrass me sometimes. He's getting ready for bed so we can enjoy the movie without a time crunch. The pizza should be here any minute."

You smiled as you too chatted a bit. It was nerve wracking to hold it together on the outside but it seemed like you were doing a good job. Eventually you handed him the bag of snacks when you remembered you were even holding them. It's not surprising seeing as you had gotten to see him in his shirtless glory before. 

#bnha simping hours #sero x reader #bnha sero #construction worker sero #chapter 2 #long wait #slow burn #hanta sero #dilf sero

[appleorchard29]

My first and worst messy accident to date.

I was 18 years old and a senior in high school at the time. It was so traumatizing and embarrassing for me that I never told anybody for close to 10 years! Now 13 years later I decided to write the story out and I’m realizing some of the details are a bit fuzzy so it’s not a fully detailed description, but here goes!

I was very much into camping and backpacking and had a large group of friends from school who I would go camping with. Weeks prior to my accident I had contracted giardia from a senior survival trip. I didn’t know what it was and had grown up not going to doctors so I didn’t bring it up, I just rushed to the toilet all the time and had made it work, but was concerned and had told my parents. They got me help for it eventually but I thought I was invincible and decided to go on a weekend backpacking trip with a large coed group of friends. I packed plenty of TP and extra underwear and pants and prayed I would be ok. After all we were in the woods and it shouldn’t be that hard to find a place to go right?

The camp was several miles of hiking away and I was totally fine all the way up. My small group of buddies made camp a short distance away from the small cabin where the girls were staying. There were a couple other small groups of guys camped around. Friday night we cooked up some scrumptious camp food and hung out. Saturday morning we again cooked up some amazing breakfast camp food. The cabin and our camps were right between a small glacial river and a very large boulder field that was at the base of a mountain. The boulder field was a fun activity to play around in. We found lots of cool mini caves and had fun just boulder hopping. I think it was mid morning on Saturday my stomach started to not feel so great but I had grown accustomed to fighting through the pain and it would go away so that’s what I did. We ate lunch and the group spilt into small groups for different activities for the afternoon. My group of friends wanted me to go hike the mountain with them but I was still having stomach pain so after trying to convince me for awhile they finally left. I decided I would lay down and rest and maybe the pain would go away. At this point I still didn’t feel the need to poop at all surprisingly. The area had some trees but it was pretty open with the rock field and then there was a small strip of trees and then the trail beside the river. I knew at night time I had the most privacy to do my business so I was hoping these stomach pains wouldn’t turn into needing to find a place to go.

After resting for a a couple hours with the pain coming and going the need to release my bowels started coming upon me. I started to panic a little bit as I realized I had no idea where to find privacy to poop. My crush and her friends were all hanging out rock hopping in the rock field and there were small groups of people all over the area and I didn’t know exactly where. I quickly grabbed my bag of TP and put my shoes on and started down the mountain skirting the trees but staying on the rocks going away from all my friends. I tried to stay hidden in the rocks but there’s a possibility someone saw me alone moving away from the group. At this point the need to poop was getting very unbearable. The traveling through the boulder field wasn’t helping either since I wasn’t able to make very good progress due to the extreme pain and need to expel whatever unholy hell was held up in my butt. As I slid/jumped down behind a large rock I knew this was it, I couldn’t make it to complete privacy and even though I could still hear my friends shouting and laughing I started desperately undoing my belt to pull my pants down but before I could even undo the button of my pants my body involuntarily unloaded explosive chunky diarrhea into my pants. I was wearing loose boxers so my mess fully coated those and rushed down my pants and into my socks. I hastily took my shoes off so they wouldn’t get filled and half squated while I continued to push load after load into my pants not able to stop to pull them down.

The relief was amazing. I felt so light and my stomach pain was gone. Unfortunately I was mortified that I had just completely messed my pants and my crush and a bunch of friends were less than 200 yards away. My camp and my backpack with all my clothes was about 100 yards away towards them so I knew going back to cleanup wasn’t an option. I hurriedly pulled my pants down and started wiping myself as best I could with the toilet paper. After I got as much off of me as I could I scraped as much as I could put of my pants with TP, and moss. I think I even sprinkled dirt on it after to hopefully soak up some of the smell. Thankfully I got lucky and had worn my brown pants, but the smell was horrendous! I covered up as much of the TP and mess up with moss and dirt and hopped nobody would come this way over the weekend but knowing that possibly was low. After the mess was hidden I put my soiled pants back on and put the underwear in the pocket. I didn’t want to leave damning evidence behind.

After I made sure nobody was looking my way I quickly snuck from the boulders to the tree line. A few seconds later I crossed the trail and walked down to the river. I knew there was a possibility of people from our school coming up the trail to hang out for the afternoon so I was being very cautious. I found a somewhat hidden part of the river and washed out my underwear and rinsed myself off and spot cleaned my pants with water and TP and got dressed again and walked back to the trail entirely expecting to go back to camp and change my pants before my friends came back from their mountain hike. At this point I’m feeling a lot better about my chances no one finding out I just filled my pants like a toddler.

Just as I’m hitting the trail about to go left towards camp I hear people coming up the trail. I turn and see the principle of my school with his wife and his 4 tween kids happily on an afternoon hike coming up to hang out with the school kids for the afternoon. Me knowing I still smelled terrible, and anyone could probably smell me if they got to close, I knew I had to do something quick. But, it was too late. They were already calling my name and exclaiming that they were basically there now! I had no choice but to stop and talk to them for a few minutes. I was so embarrassed and nervous I don’t remember what I said but I made up some story about hiking down the trail by myself and that I wasn’t going far or something. They finally left and continued up the trail to the cabin and the group while I went in the opposite direction wondering if I’d ever be able to sneak back to camp and change my pants.

Thankfully I was able to circle around and sneak back to my camp a short time after. I had an identical pair of pants in my pack so after liberally spraying myself down with axe body spray I put the new pants on and went about the rest of the weekend without incident. But I’ve always wondered how bad I smelled the rest of the weekend. Even I could still smell the faint tinge of poop smell mixed with the axe. Nobody ever said anything to me but in my mind there’s a huge chance several people had suspicions of what went down that day.