#<- you’re fine ^_^ it wont let me tag the others but!

[the-flys-buzz]

WOO!!!!!! his confident mask is broken again. that is so easy to do holy shit. take a very human william flapping his hands and doing that hiccup sob thing whilst shaking his head. he is so overwhelmed :(

m sorry dad m sorry. i just didnt wanna see you do that again i got scared and i panicked and m sorry

//ALRIGHT IM FREE TO HARRASS MY DAD NOW I WAS TRAPPED SOMEWHERE ❤️

he!!!!! walks in!!!!! hes human!!!!! yippee!!!!! also sorry steven yoinking barley away for this one so you kinda just see and identical copy of the human form of your son steal him away from you.

hey dad. whatcha up to?

//@the-flys-buzz (THATS ENOUGH LETS GET YOU HOME STARTED PLAYING AS I WAS TYPING THIS WHAT IF I BROKE DOWN INTO TEARS)

[[HEL. WELCOME BACK !!]]

[HELP. He saw that. He’s.. concerned and.. worried..??? But he’ll worry about it later. Maybe. He wants HIS EMPLOYEE BACK.]

“Oh? Hello. What do you need? Are you alright?”

[awe. He sounds so worried about his son 💔💔💔.]

[solar4seekstron]

(Requested) TFOne!Sentinel x Model!GN!Cogged!Cybertronian!Reader Oneshot: I Wasn’t Offering Part 1

Part 2

TW/Tags: possessiveness, forced relationship, trapped, cogged!reader, scary Sentinel.

You were a model. Performing for many higher ups and showing off new paint jobs and polish. Posing for the media and data pad magazines.

This was something you did in order to make enough to get more energon and treats for the miners who work tirelessly for the city. Always bringing them plenty of energon and treats that they worked for.

You were good pals and on good terms mostly with the miners Elita, Orion, and D-16, who you saw every day after a day of work. One day.

On a very special night you were modeling for a live singers even of Iacon and were to pose as one of the primes. You being Prima. After the show you were still covered in gold Cybertronian jewelry and the paint of gold and white on your frame.

As well as the face make up.

You honestly loved the look. You wont lie. As you made it to your dressing room with a few others. You manager was the one to tell you you had a special visitor. And so as you made your way.

You realized you were headed to a room for VIPs who speak to the singers and dancers.

A place to hang out. You though the singer wanted to speak with you or something.

But as you made your way too the room and opened the door. You saw that it was just Sentinel there. He was laid back against the sofa as the room played soft music.

His arms placed on the top of the sofa as his cervos hang. His legs spread as he sat there without a care. At this point you had the make up of but the jewelery was still on. The singer letting you and the other models keep them as a gift.

You walked in as he then noticed you. Not sitting up but his usual smile to the city soon appearing. “Ah Y/N! The Model of Iacon! Glad to finally meet you sweetspark.”

You chuckled a bit at his words once he said “sweetspark”.

You’d stand there putting your cervos behind your back as you looked at him. “Is there something you needed Sentinel Prime?” Your voice was soft.

”Ah just Sentinel is fine babe. Now why don’t you take a seat.” He gestured to the seat next to him. But you pretended to not notice. Turning your head soon and sitting in the sofa across from him. He lost his smile for a moment and his eyes narrowed.

But it wasn’t like that before he went back to smiling. He’d then stand up and walk over to you. “You know I’ve always enjoyed your work as a model. Seeing that you’re always so well fit and such.” He chuckled.

You did the same. Flattered by his compliments as your cervos rest on your lap, as he stands before you. His cervo then gently holds your chin. “That jewelry is a cheap…..”

His helm then leaned down closer to yours as he examined them then look back at you optics to optics.

”Let me get you better ones.” You only stared at him. Uncertainty in your optics as the cervo once holding your chin then moved to the neck less laying against your chest. Gently rubbing it between his digits. “Tell me.”

His voice was low as he spoke. The same cervo moving down before holding your waist.

”How would you like to be more in the city of Iacon.”

His cervo gently pulls you a bit closer to your frame. “And be seen by my side.”

He whispered into your audio sensors. You froze for a moment. You had many other higher up femmes and mechs. Bigger and smaller then you give you the offer but that wouldn’t always land long and would go to the next hot topic in the city.

You gently set your cervos against his chest. He looked a bit confused for a moment before you spoke.

“Sorry..Sentinel. But.” You stood up creating some distance between you two. As you spoke.

”I made a promise to myself when gaining my ‘populatiry’ I would only do it to help those who want to do better on my people and the miners who work hard for us everyday. And I wont just ‘join’ anyone who just wishes to use me for status and looks like some eye candy.”

As you spoke his optics were narrow and he only sighed and took a step. He then let out a deep chuckle. “Goodness no my dear. I have no intentions of keeping you only for a few days or anything….”

His frame almost touches yours. His optics narrowed as you stared up at him.

”When I say I’ve been watching you…I mean.” Both of his cervos gently grab your waist keeping you still. “I want a model of Iacon to be…mine.” He said in an almost sinister way.

“I have seen you. Been watching you. Always taking care of my miners everyday after you work. And not to mention how hard you try to stay the way you look. I’ll admit I have a crush on you. And so.”

He then sat down pulling you onto his lap. Only sitting on one of his thighs as he then picks up an energon drink that was on the table. Your cervos on his shoulder and chest as he took a sip of his drink. Then looked back at you. “Why don’t you be a good bot and accept my offer hm?

You can live like a true ruler on my side. And continue to help your mining friends…”

You stay quiet for a moment before speaking. “And if I refuse?”

He said in a low voice once more. You only looked at him unsure. He can tell and brought your leg up moving it around his waist as he stared at you. Now fully on his lap as his cervos remain on your aft. Your cervos still in place.

”I’m afraid what I said wasn’t a request.” He said in a threatening way. His cervos grip tightens as he rests a kiss on your chest after leaning forward.

You were frozen.

Even as you lightly push against his shoulder and chest it get up. His grip only got more tighter and tighter. “I wouldn’t try it. You see sweetsaprk when I want something I expect it to be mine in less then a second. So….be a good bot….will you?” His optics looking up at you. Almost narrowed.

You knew he was threatening up. In his own way. You could only stare down at him. Did you really have a choice now? You were…shaking..Just by the look of his optics you know he’s mad.

”Shh shh shh sweetspark no need to be scared..” One of his cervos move from your aft to the tip on your thigh. Gently squeezing.

”You just have to say yes…and…Non of your mining friends have to get hurt….” You two stay still for a moment. You looked down thinking. Your cervos moving to your own lap as you grow unsure. Against your better judgment….You agreed…

The image of those miners like Elita, D, and Orion coming to mind. You’d slowly nod. Still looking down.

”Look at me.” He spoke. And so you looked at him. Your optics sad and his cervos don’t move. His optics narrow still. “Now my partner isnt sad…You always have a smile when you’re with me and….by my side.”

He places another kiss on your shoulder and the side of your neck a few times. “Now be good for me and open that chest plate of yours..”

You held in your tears. How did things move so fast for you? Slowly your chest plate opened showing your spark. He’d then open his. His cervo once on your thigh moving to your upper back. gently pressing your chest against his. You then felt a rush. Your spark connecting with his.

He’d then press his dermas against yours. The kiss was hungry and yeet still full of….love?…. You didn’t return the kiss. But he didn’t seem to care.

The kiss continued. All you can hear is the soft music and the kisses he exchanged against your dermas. Keeping your frame against his as he continued. The spark bond was completed and he leaned back with a sigh. Glad to finally have what he’s been craving for so long.

He’d then resume, kissing your neck and chest. Ignoring the jewelry as his cervos explore your frame. Your own on his shoulders. Trying to not let out a few soft moans as he assaults your frame.

He’d then pause looking at you with his optics full of lust.

“Such a good Conjunx. You're going to make everyone…and Me very, very…Happy.”

This one I was pretty excited to write about and I swear all I can hear his voice in my head when write him lmao. The writer I wasn’t fully sure what to do with at first ‘cause I don’t know if models even exist in Cybertron. But hey I hope you all enjoy non the less and hope you all have a good rest of your day.

As always, a repost is appreciated.

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Types of Obey Me Character Fans:

(All of you are valid, and I am equally afraid of all of you)

Lucifer

“Look at this tragic, broken, man, I am either going to fix him or irreversibly damage him, I haven’t decided yet.”

OH YOU FUCKING KNOW THE OTHER TYPE.

“You are my daaaaaad! You’re my dad! Boogie woogie woogie!”

Mammon

This man is innocent. He has done nothing wrong ever. I love him. I will pet him gently for 88 minutes straight. That is my husband. That is my sweet blorbo.

This man is guilty of all crimes and I will be persecuting him to the fullest extent of the angst laws.

Haha funny greed boy hangs from the ceiling :3

Leviathan

I will be this man’s discord kitten. I want to sit on his lap while he plays God of War and does a bad impression of Kratos. I will let him infodump to me until the inevitable heat death of the universe because I love him so much.

WHEN ARE WE GONNA SEE LEVI IN HIS UNIFORM-

I’m forcibly shoving him outside to touch some grass out of love for him.

Satan

My husband is done so dirty by the writing, I will write essay after essay dissecting and explaining his character to a cold, uncaring internet, but that’s okay because my love for him will keep this fire burning-

Heehoo angry catboy nerd annoys Lucifer, and I love him

Satan please lose your shit and go feral, it’s sexy.

Asmodeus

That is my wife, my boyfriend, my side bitch, my everything. I want to be him. I love him. He’s done so dirty by the writing of the game and by a good chunk of the fanbase, I will love and cherish him as he deserves and destroy all his insecurities… or write a depressing amount of angst for him.

What a fine young man.

I would love to see him covered in the blood of his enemies.

He may not be my favourite but BOY HOWDY IS HE IN THE TOP THREE AND I WONT SHUT UP ABOUT IT.

Beelzebub

I love him deeply but how in the ever loving FUCK do I write for him-

Food himbo who’s pure and innocent and has never done anything wrong in his life-

THIS MAN HAS MADE NUMEROUS COMMENTS ABOUT EATING MC BUT I DONT CARE BECAUSE LOOK AT THAT PRECIOUS FACE-

Belphegor

Ugh, look at him. Disgusting. He has not bathed in seven years. I’m going to spray him with the hose.

I am single handedly the kinkiest fuck in this fandom. The horny Lucifer stans WISH they were as depraved as me.

I love him so much and I will cherish him above all things.

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Tag yourself, I’m every kind of Mammon fan and 1 and 2 of Asmo’s fans.

[vcnillazelda]

hi :) i wanted to request some simon riley x male reader where the reader is drunk and confesses to simon that he’s in love w him while simon is walking him home or something but the reader is so drunk and doesn’t realise he’s talking to simon himself and hes like like “shhh you can’t tell simon tho” yk? and simon also likes the reader and simon is just kinda smiling finding this all very adorable and the reader is talking about how adorable and funny he thinks simon is and simon is quit flustered cuz usually ppl are scared of him but the reader isn’t and even thinks he’s adorable and the readers is also quit clingy and close w simon and a couple days later simon confronts reader (who doesn’t remember this anymore cuz he was so drunk) and it ends w fluff/ smut (if you don’t feel comfortable w writing smut it can be just fluff<33) thank you<3333

pining

simon riley x reader

summary: after a year of pining for each other, everything finally comes out

tags: gender not specified (implied as male but can be read as any) :), drunken confessions, mutual pining, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up babes), blowjobs/face fucking, rough sex, size kink bc he’s fucking huge let’s be honest, sir kink, dumbification, no prep, clinginess, aftercare, fluff, first ily’s

minors please dni

a/n: this is so cute skdjkdj

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“i think you’ve had enough, sergeant.” your lieutenant states, pulling the glass from your hand. you frown, leaning against the table. “no, i’m totally fine!“ your protests go unheard as simon grasps your hand. “i’m taking them home, they’ve had enough.” he tells the group, who nod. “nooo…” you whine as the larger man drags you from the bar. “you’re so mean t’me.” you frown, not letting go of his hand. “is that so?” he looks at you as you nod. “yea, you never let me stay out with the others. it’s not fair. i wanna spend time with him!” you sigh heavily and simon’s interest piques. “with who?” he questions, knowing full well he’s invading your privacy whilst you’re drunk. “with ghost..!” you slur out, stumbling a little. simon’s hand catches you before you fall, steadying you as you let out a soft ‘thanks’. “he’s so lovely, y’know?? so sweet and huggable and kissable, i just wanna smooch him.” you giggle, continuing your walk home with your friend.

“you love him?” ghost asks, not trying to sound too hopeful. truth be told, he adored you and wanted you for himself. “definitely. simon’s so kind to me. he’s so sweet..! don’t tell him i told you this.” you press a finger to your lips and simon nods. “i wont tell a soul.” he assures you as you noticeably slow down a little. you scrub your eyes, sighing. “m’so tired…” you mutter, and simon seizes the opportunity. “let me carry you.” he suggests, and you nod a little, opening your arms. simon hoists you up onto his back, arms wrapped around your legs so you wouldn’t fall as your own arms curl around his broad shoulders. “you’re tall…” you whisper, hiding your face in his neck. simon’s stomach explodes with butterflies as he feels your soft breaths through his hoodie. “mhm.” he hums, thankful you can’t see how red his face is.

after walking a few blocks, he feels a soft hiccup, assuming it’s because of the alcohol you drank until he feels a few tears dampen his shoulder. “what’s wrong?” he asks, and you hum a little. “sorry… just thinking.” you reply, raising your head to wipe your eyes. “don’t be sorry. tell me what’s wrong.” whilst he’s awful at comfort, simon can admit he’s a good listener. “it’s just…. do you think simon loves me too?” you ask, voice sad. “of course i do. i think he loves you more than you realise, he’s just too scared to tell you.” he responds, voice low. “thank you… i needed to hear that…” you mutter, head falling to his shoulder. you’re sound asleep, and so simon continues walking home. after tucking you up in your apartment and leaving a glass of water on your bedside table and putting your keys back by the front door, simon leaves to his own home, his mind racing with your confession.

after a few days, he finally sees you again on base. you’re happy, as per usual, yet acting as if you never told simon anything. it confuses him for a second, then it dawns on him that you didn’t remember a single thing from that night. it saddens him to know that you poured your heart out to him yet didn’t remember it, but he’s too scared to confront you about it in case you state that he’s got it all wrong, after all you were barely sober that night. alas, he doesn’t push you away nor pretend to want to, he just goes about his days as if you never said anything to him. during the late evening, you’re currently sat upon his desk, chatting away and using some hand gestures as he hums, not entirely listening. simon’s too busy thinking about how gorgeous you look, as well as that damned night he hasn’t been able to get out of his head. it’s consumed every waking moment of his days, he’s completely clouded with love. “y/n.” he states suddenly, and you freeze. “what’s up?” you ask, brows furrowing.

“i um… are you sure you don’t remember anything from that night we went drinking?” he asks, and you nod. “yeah, why? did i say something stupid?” you reply, and he shrugs a little. “it wasn’t stupid, it’s just… you’re a very… emotional drunk.” he replies, hating how he’s stammering a little. “simon what’s wrong? if i said something to upset you i want to know.” you frown, hopping off his desk to gently grasp his arms. his breathing hitches softly and he prays you didn’t see it. “it’s not that you upset me, it’s just… well…” he averts your gaze, uncharacteristically nervous all of a sudden. “y/n… do you have feelings for me?” he asks, swallowing the lump in his throat. you pale a little, eyes widening. “oh- simon i’m sorry i didn’t mean to say all that..! i’m so sorry.” you reply hastily, and his world feels like it’s crashing down. “so you don’t?” he asks, trying to keep his composure in check.

“of course i do… i really do. i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable.” you pull away, back hitting his desk. simon let’s out a sigh, muttering a soft ‘thank god’ under his breath. you didn’t hear it, eyes looking into his. “i’m sorry, simon. i can go..?” you gesture to the door of his office, yet he shakes his head. feeling a boost of confident knowing your mutual feelings, he pulls of his mask. your eyes widen and you go to avert your gaze. “simon??” you ask, yet he steps forward, capturing your face in his hands as he kisses you. you’re a little startled, your hands resting upon his shoulders, yet you’re quick to melt into his affection as your feelings multiply. “i really like you too, y/n…” he mutters, hands grasping your sides, pushing you up onto his desk with his body. “simon…” you whisper, fingers gently stroking his cheeks.

“you’re beautiful.” you tell him as he hums, kissing you again. the motion is more needy, desperate and your arms wrap around his neck. teeth clash as tongues meet, all that tension you both felt melting away as you indulge one another. “i need you, right now.” simon mumbles, voice gruff and husky. “me too..” you respond, leaving wet kisses along his jaw. his hands pull off your clothes, relishing how your body looks as his hands roam. “simon..” you mumble, tugging his shirt a little. he immediately strips it off, a little self conscious about the scars adorning his figure; yet you smile and give them soft kisses. sinking to your knees, you kiss the one on his stomach as your fingers undo his belt. he shuffles his pants off, letting them pool around his ankles as his hardening cock throbs in expectation. he’s been picturing you before him like this for many nights, and it’s all much more beautiful in real life.

“do you want this?” you ask, eyes peering up into his- it drives him mad. “yes.” he nods, and with his confirmation you take off his boxers, grasping his cock with a firm grip. his breath catches as his hand tangles into your hair as your tongue swirls around his head, collecting the precum drooling from his reddened tip. his hips immediately snap into your mouth, hitting your face. you don’t stop him, in fact your slender hands grasp his hips to pull him in with each thrust. it’s driving simon wild. he moans softly, his cock fucking into your pretty mouth the way it had in his dreams, his dick twitching as you hum softly around him, the noise vibrating straight to his balls. his high is rapidly approaching yet he doesn’t want to cum yet, pulling from your mouth roughly, ignoring how your teeth gently scrape over his sensitive skin. “get up.” he commands, and you immediately oblige. just as you go to kiss him, he turns you around, bending you over his desk.

the excitement you feel is at it’s peak as simon rests your hips upon his desk, enjoying how your feet barely brush against the floor. “don’t even think ‘m gonna fit.” he mutters, fingers brushing over your hole as you clench. “please, i need your cock in me right now.” you beg, not caring about anything else as lust blinds you. simon chuckles softly, pressing his wet tip to your hole. he knows the door to his room is unlocked, anyone could walk in to find you all whored out on his desk, it’s thrilling. “please simon, please i need you.” you beg, hole desperately trying to suck his tip in. simon smiles, slowly pressing into you as you moan, fingers scratching at his desk. you can’t help but lean forward as his cock impales you, yet simon grabs your hips and pulls you back. you’re panting and whimpering as he allows you to adjust for a moment, walls gripping the intrusion tight. “loosen up for me, baby.” he mutters, voice strained slightly. you do your best to do so, yet the sting of your needy hole being stretched by his shaft as he pushes in makes you clench again. “i’m not gonna tell you again.” he demands, and you sob a little at the pain. “m’sorry, sir. i’m sorry.” you blubber, twitching around his cock.

without much warning, simon begins to thrust. it starts slow but hard, tip ramming into that sweet spot, making you see stars. “oh- fuck..!” you wail, yet his hand comes around to clasp over your mouth. “shut up or someone will hear you.” he snaps, and you whine against his palm. slowly, he releases your mouth, listening to your soft moans as he fucks into you. “faster- faster, sir please.” you whimper, hips raising off his desk. simon indulges you, his hips slapping against your ass with each quick thrust. you bite your hand, moaning loudly against your skin. “well done, stay nice and quiet. we don’t want someone walking in now, do we?” he coos, hand gripping your hair and tugging your head back, affectively arching your spine so he could continue to hammer into that sensitive spot. you keen, hands gripping his desk as you try to steady yourself as well as keep the table from knocking against the wall, knowing full well there’s a room adjacent from it.

his cock fucks into you so hard it forces you back down onto your stomach, your hips lifting off his desk once more as simon slips a hand under your abdomen to pleasure you. you moan louder, squeezing tightly as simon grunts. “you feel so good, sir..” you tell him, voice wavering as your legs spread to give him further access to your throbbing sex. “shh. someone will hear you.” he hushes you once more, skilled hand tipping you over the edge. you cum hard, trembling as you sob, your cum dripping off his desk and onto his floor, leaving behind a puddle. “well done, baby. you’re doing so well for me.” simon keeps going, pulling more and more cum from your shaking body as your pleasure continues to rise. the liquid gushing from you almost stops as simon pulls his hand away, yet the harsh thrusts against that bundle of nerves deep in your core causes your cum to squirt out, hitting his thighs and dripping down. “fuck- you look so hot like this. i’ve dreamt of this for so long.” simon grunts, hand pressing to your back to force your chest to be completely flat against his desk, his other hand keeping your hips elevated. “i cant- sir, please i cant- it’s too much..!” you sob, yet simon doesn’t falter as he continues to chase his high.

as soon as you orgasm once more, simon cums inside of you, moaning softly as his cock twitches, the sticky substance leaking from your abused hole as soon as he pulls out. “well done, love. you did so well for me.” he mumbles, easily scooping your limp form into his arms. you snuggle to his chest as simon cleans you up using his discarded shirt, loving how your sensitive area twitches when he touches it. “that was literally the best sex of my life.” you giggle, and simon let’s out a soft chuckle. “happy to have provided.” he mumbles, putting you on his bed. he’s quick to clean your cum from his desk and floor with his dirty shirt, throwing it into his laundry hamper. “c’mere.” you mumble, opening your arms to him. simon immediately obliges, getting into bed with you. “i love you, simon.” you mutter, and he hums. “i love you too, sweetie. get some sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up.” he mutters, hand rubbing your back as you cuddle into him. “g’night, si.” you slur out, completely falling asleep. “goodnight, baby.” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

[dizscreams]

We need more Instagram au I love yours you are so freaking talented

PART THREE BABY LETS GO?!

Instagram posts if you were dating Jack Champion PT. 3

tags: @ourloveisgod23 @xyzstar @wenvierismycomfort @wekiamo @h34rtsformilli @c8rdigan @teyamsgirll @aqellano @brakke-dino @aesthetixhoe @mbankfav @beary-rambles @gabbylovesreading

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y/nnn763 AVATAR PREMIERE!!!! @ jackchampion

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jackchampion OMG Avatar Premiere!!

| y/nnn763 yk were kinda cute together 😏

| jackchampion we’re*

| y/nnn763 SHUT 🤬 UP 🤬

user728 YESSSS

jakesullyismybbg62 OMGOMG

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jackchampion Plane

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y/nnn763 Good job Jack, you know what a plane is!

| baileybass So proud!

| misstrinitybliss 😂

| jackchampion You’re all jerks. 😑

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y/nnn763 him <3 @ jackchampion

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jackchampion ❤️❤️❤️

y/nnn763 Nvm I’m deleting this. He just bit me.

| jackchampion NO I DIDN’T

| y/nnn763 OH YOU DIDN’T?

| jackchampion I DIDN’T

| y/nnn763 FINE.

| user728 ooooo

| EthanLandrysWifee09 FIGHTFIGHTFIGHT

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y/nnn763 payback @ jackchampion

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jackchampion NOOOO

jackchampion FINE I ADMIT IT

jackchampion DELETE IT

jackchampion Please???

jackchampion Pretty please?!?!

jackchampion WITH A CHERRY ON TOP

| y/nnn763 ofc anything for you pookie 😍

| jackchampion Nvm I kinda like the picture it can stay up

| y/nnn763 ?!

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jackchampion I don’t post a lot of cute stuff of her so ❤️

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y/nnn763 you really have a way with words Champion

| jackchampion Thanks babe 😎

| y/nnn763 ofc my sweetiepie snookum cutie bear

| jackchampion You’re disgusting. JUST GIVE ME A NORMAL NICKNAME

| y/nnn763 Okay Jackie Bear 🥺

| jackchampion Get off Instagram permanently

devynnekoda cutiesss!

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y/nnn763 he’s sleeping 🤫

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jasminsavoybrown This is both creepy and cute

| y/nnn763 Thanks! :)

| jasminsavoybrown ❤️

masonthegooding Pour water on him

| y/nnn763 YES THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA

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jackchampion As much as we like to joke on here I really do love her. This girl means the world to me! @ y/nnn763

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y/nnn763 AWWEEEE

y/nnn763 you’re so cringeee

y/nnn763 BUT I LOVE YOUUU

champi0n671 AW

usernothere72 WHEN IS IT MY TURN

ethansgirl did she make you post this?

| jackchampion Yes.

| y/nnn763 THIS RESPONSE DEFEATS THE WHOLE PURPOSE OF YOUR POST

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y/nnn763 he’s lurking.. @ jackchampion

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jackchampion I want everyone to know that she told me, “Go hide in the bushes and look creepy for Instagram!”

| y/nnn763 No I didn’t!

| jackchampion Yes you did! You sounded like a mom while you said it too

| y/nnn763 I don’t know what that is supposed to mean but I don’t want to hear it from someone who dresses like a middle aged dad

| jackchampion I’m abt to go to your room and tackle you

| y/nnn763 DO IT!!! you wont 😒

| user782 it’s been five minutes, any updates??

| y/nnn763 update: he did indeed tackle me ‼️

MORE COMMENTS THAN I USUALLY DO SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY LMAO and tyvm @sewnwires for helping me with some of the images!! I will def make another part with some of the other images you sent <33

[cassianig]

-Cynophobia-

Nahoya Smiley Kawata Words: 689 warning: none i think ib: @goth-ch3rri-headspace's head cannon Cynophobia: The fear of dogs

“Awh, Nahoya look, it's a puppy.” You tug at his jacket sleeve, glance over to where the dog was approaching the two of you with a point of your finger.

Beside you Nahoya tensed, “What..?”

“A puppy.” You point to the full sized dog, it most definitely wasn’t a puppy.

“That ain’t no damn puppy.” He grumbles where he stands behind you, his shoulders visibly tense.

“Well no,” You roll your eyes at him as the dog finally approaches and you reach a hand out, “But look at it.”

He grips your hand and pulls it away from the dog, “I am looking at it.” He rolls his eyes pulling you towards him, “Don’t touch it.”

“Nahoya.” You tug your wrist that lays firmly in his hand.

“No. Don't touch the damn thing.”

“It wont bite.”

“It damn well might.”

“...”

“...”

“Are you scared of dogs, Nahoya?” You raise an eyebrow, turning your body to look at him fully.

“What? No!” He lets go of your wrist and crosses his arms over his chest with a huff.

You snort and throw your hand over your mouth.

“I said I’m not!” He growls.

You look over at the dog who now sits on the ground, its tail wagging and tongue out as it waits for you to pet it. You reach out again and he pulls you back.

“I said not to.”

“You’re just afraid it’s going to bite.”

His smile falters before he lets go of your wrist once again, “Fine let the damn thing bite you.”

You reach out, finally petting it, it nudges its head into your hand, and you coo at it. Smiley who was hiding behind you crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes trained on the dog.

“I wonder if it’s lost..” You reach around and grab its collar, twisting it to see if there were any tags, any indented credentials.

“Let it stay lost.” He grumbles from behind.

“Nahoya.” You scold, “That’s mean.” 

He doesn’t reply simply sulking behind you ready to use you as a shield against the thing.

“Let’s see here,” You trail, “Oh, you are lost, oh and your names Cupcake, awh..” 

“Awh,” He mocks.

“Nahoya.”

He raises his hands, his eyes closed, his smile still present.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” You pull out your phone, “Their number is on the tag, would you help me?”

“No.”

“Oh okay..”

“Fuck, fine.” He walks closer hesitantly grasping the dog's collar and reading the numbers out to you.

The dog nudges his hand and he quickly retracts it, “What’s it doing? (Y/N)!” 

You glance over your shoulder, the phone to your ear, the phone ringing as you wait for an answer.

“She wants you to pet her.” You speak just as the owner answers, “Hi, hi have your dog…” You trail.

Nahoya on the other hand stands there awkwardly, his shoulders tense, his back straight, “I don’t want to pet it.”

He glances over seeing you on the phone, “(Y/N).” 

You glance over again holding up a finger, and he grumbles and looks back towards the dog whose tongue was out and its tail wagging, she lets out a quiet whine as she stands up and walks towards him.

“No.” He holds a hand out to cupcake, but she doesn’t listen, “No. Bad dog. (Y/N)!” He hisses.

“Just one second, sorry.”

“It’s coming at me!”

“Pet her!”

“No!”

You roll your eyes and tell the person where you were, before sliding your phone in your back pocket, the same moment Nahoya grabs you and pushes you towards the dog.

“Nahoya!” You yelp.

“It was coming for me!”

“For pets!”

“…” 

“…”

“Never thought I’d see the day where you shrink up because of a dog.”

“I am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

You reach out and pet cupcake, cooing at her and telling her, her owner would be here soon, Nahoya stands behind you, sulking like a damn kid who got told no.

“Nahoya she won't bite.”

“She might.” 

—-

Safe to say you made fun of him for a while and he just scoffed and waved you off.

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I didn't know how to end this and I wanted to start another writing but I cant do that if I already have one ongoing lol

[valentinoappreciator]

hello everybody did anyone ask for trans!staticmoth? no? well, too bad because i have spent ALL DAY on that!

Media: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Vox x Valentino (as well as very minor Valentino x Angel Dust)

Rating: E for explicit

Word count: 7.6k

Warnings: none apply (although, I guess, referenced / mentioned past (non-graphic) rape?)

Additional tags: trans!Vox (masc-presenting), trans!Valentino (femme-presenting), panic attacks, one mention of Val wearing a collar, multiple orgasms, (light) overstimulation, mentioning / referencing / talking about past rape (non graphic), Heaven and the Angels are FUCKED, side dish of ValAngel (im sorry)... i think that's about it. no slurs are mentioned directly, but they're referenced, if you read between the lines.

Where else to read: AO3. Username: TheWeirdDane. Title: From Rags To Riches

Author's notes: trans!voxval wont leave me alone. I'm so deeply sorry. I tried to use my own experiences in my gender journey for this, but I still apologize if anything was insensitive or done poorly. I am also still learning 😅

Also: minors, do not interact, please!

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Valentino, as he so often did, had gone clubbing. The music was loud, and the bass louder still; it was so aggressive that it made his entire being vibrate across the sticky dance floor. The lights blinding and shiny, he occasionally went into an almost trance-like state, just staring into the lights, as if that wouldn’t cause irreparable damage to his already dogshit eyesight. But, well, that was nothing a new glasses prescription couldn’t fix. 

He swayed his hips, bouncing up and down as the music dictated, swinging his arms with the carefully contained wildness of someone who’s entirely used to having four arms, and knows exactly what to do with them at all times. 

Valentino knew he looked like a million bucks, in his figure-hugging, sparkling, diamond-studded bodystocking, his thigh-high, shiny latex boots, and the padded collar cinched tight around his throat. 

He also knew that if someone were to come up to him and ask for a dance, he would deck them. This was his night out. His reprieve. His chance to relax and let loose, without having someone breathing down his neck. 

Accidentally bounding into someone, Valentino’s mouth was halfway through performing an apology - because everything about Valentino was a performance; or, so one would be inclined to think - when he saw who he had bumped into, and his jaw went slack. 

It wasn’t someone he knew, but he knew instantly that it was someone he would die to get to know. 

“Look where you’re dancing, lanky bitch!” the other demon grumbled, only hanging on to their balance because Valentino grabbed the sleeves of their button-up shirt. He had a TV screen for a head, and was dressed in a suit so pressed and straight that Valentino could not take it seriously. 

“I’m deeply sorry, sir,” Valentino purred, and relaxed his vocal cords to let their natural pitch shine through. “It wasn’t my intention. But, you know how it can be. Having four arms and everything.”

The other demon looked him up and down. A smug smile appeared on his screen. Crossing his arms across his chest, his suit creased slightly. 

“I would not know, but I’m sure you could tell me all about it.”

“I’d be delighted to,” Valentino said smoothly, gesturing to the nearby booths. The demon raised a digital eyebrow, but nonetheless followed Valentino when he sauntered towards the red leather. He sat down, produced a cigarette holder from somewhere on his person, and put a cigarette in it. 

Valentino dug between his breasts with one hand, pulling out a shiny, red lighter that he used to light the cigarette. 

“Do you smoke?” he asked the other demon, holding out a pack of fine cigarettes. He waved a hand in a polite pass. “Do you at least drink?” 

“Never pass up an opportunity.”

Valentino grinned, dug between his breasts once more, and pulled out a shiny golden credit card. Stretching it out towards the other demon, he quickly pulled it out of reach. 

“Introductions first, baby, what do you take me for? A fucking reprobate? Name’s Valentino. And yours is...?” 

“Vox,” the other demon said politely, before snatching the credit card out of Valentino’s hand with a speed that Valentino had not expected. He stared at Vox, unable to deny the faint blush on his cheeks. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Val,” Vox then purred, got up, and sauntered towards the bar in such an alluring gait that Valentino was compelled to watch him. His hips were divine, and oh, that ass...!

Valentino smoked his cigarettes and watched the crowd until Vox returned with not one but two martini glasses full of a clear liquid. He raised an eyebrow when one was placed in front of him, then looked at Vox quizzically. 

“Excuse me? What the fuck is this?”

“Well, I thought, since you’re buying, it’s only fair you bought yourself something,” Vox grinned. He put the credit card on the table between them and slid it back to Valentino, who snatched it up with a hand. “You do like martinis, right? Fancy girl such as yourself?” 

Something in Valentino bristled. He was no girl...! But, he would have to admit to himself, that with the way he was dressed tonight, it was only natural that that is what others would assume. The bodystocking that really showed off his figure and pushed up his breasts, the makeup to put any makeup artist to shame, the high-heeled boots. 

He scoffed. 

“Don’t assume things about me based on my appearances,” he huffed, taking a sip of his martini. He hated that he actually liked it. Vox shrugged, mirroring the motion. 

“Right, sorry,” he said over the thin rim of his glass, but with all the attitude of someone who didn’t really mean it, and someone who didn’t care that others knew it wasn’t genuine. 

There was a short pause in the incredibly stimulating conversation where they both just watched sinners go amok on the dance floor. Hopping, dancing, writhing figures blurred into a giant blob of colors for Valentino the longer he stared. 

Eventually, feeling almost dizzy, he looked back to Vox, finding him staring intently at him. 

“What?” he asked gruffly and took another sip of his drink. 

“You’re most curious,” Vox replied. Valentino snickered, cocking an eyebrow himself while lifting his cigarette holder to his lips. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

“You strut like a woman. You’re dressed like a woman. You have a figure like a goddamn fucking model. Yet you swear like a hardened sailor, of whom we both know the sex.”

That got Valentino to tense. Well, it was no secret that he yearned for a more... masculine form. Okay, it was a little bit of a secret. Only known to those closest to him. An amount of people he could count on one hand. He couldn’t have just anybody know he was a---- well, that he wasn’t comfortable with his current... configuration. 

“If you have something to say, just say it.”

Vox shrugged again, sipping his drink. 

“Are you happy in your current body, Val?” 

Valentino’s mouth tightened into a thin line. He took a deep drag of his cigarette holder and blew the smoke into Vox’s screen. 

“What’s it to ya, Voxxy? Think you can fuck me into liking my body better, is that it?”

“Oh, I think a lot of things, Val, none of which would be fit for a woman’s delicate head.”

Valentino nearly bit the end of his cigarette holder in two, his sharp teeth gritting against each other. 

“Well, if you’re so terribly clever, Voxxy, pray tell, please, what you could offer me that would make me like my... this body better.”

Vox’s mouth split into a wide grin, and he leaned forward conspiratorially. 

“Well, Val, I think it’s fair to say you haven’t had a real man treat you like you need to be treated.”

“And what kind of treatment would that be, oh mighty one? You think you are up to the task? Ha. Hell, you don’t look like much. I doubt you’re packing anything noteworthy.” 

At that, Vox finally seemed to feel something other than that infuriatingly smug self-confidence. He scoffed, and rolled his eyes almost aggressively. 

“But,” Valentino continued and put a hand delicately on Vox’s shoulder, another holding his cigarette holder by his lips, “if you’re so sure you can, forgive the expression, fuck me right, then why don’t we go home to my place?” 

Vox’s screen flickered slightly. He looked to the side. Squirmed a bit. Valentino grinned widely. 

Oh, now who is the uncomfortable one, bitch? he thought to himself, triumphantly. 

“Now, Val, I didn’t---”

“Oh, what, are you suddenly a coward, Voxxy? Afraid I might discard you like all the others? That you’re not up to snuff? That your pathetic, little cock won’t satisfy me?”

Vox’s expression hardened. He grabbed Valentino’s hand and yanked him down so they were face to face. 

“Fine,” he snarled, got up, and unceremoniously pulled Valentino up from the booth as well. “You’re gonna regret saying that.”

Valentino all but stumbled after him. He might’ve talked the talk, but he wasn’t sure he could walk the walk, when it came down to it. 

Once back in his apartment, Valentino looked expectantly at Vox. He crossed all four arms over his chest, tapping his shiny boot against the equally pristine floor. He hated the way his heart beat in his chest, and the way he actually looked forward to whatever Vox was going to show, and do to, him. He was no common whore, and yet... and yet...! 

Vox just stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck barrelling towards him. 

“Well, Voxxy, I am eagerly waiting for your massive cock and your incredible stamina,” he snickered and crowded Vox against the wall, two hands on either side of his screen. He noticed how Vox’s gaze flickered down to his breasts, and laughed mockingly. 

“Unless that was all talk?” he continued in a more sultry tone, putting one hand on Vox’s screen while another draped itself across his shoulders, a third positioning his cigarette holder close to his lips, and a fourth pushing against Vox’s chest. 

That fourth one gradually crept south, down over Vox’s crisp suit and his flat stomach. 

“V-Val, don’t,” he stuttered, and weakly tried to push Valentino away. 

Valentino kept going. 

“Oh, so it was all talk, was it, huh, baby?” he purred, stroking his hand down over Vox’s hip before going to cup his crotch. 

Just as he did so, Vox’s screen glitched, and he hissed loudly. 

Valentino stared down at him. Blinked once. Then twice. Then a third time, just for good measure. 

“You’re not even hard?” he asked, incredulously. “I should’ve thought you were eager to get with me. You certainly talked like you were!”

“Val,” Vox groaned, looking away when Valentino leaned into his screen. 

“What, I’m not up to snuff? I’m not good enough? Fucking Hell, Vox, I thought---”

But then, in his search to find Vox’s cock, he fondled the demon’s crotch harder, and found his suit pants to be... damp.  

“What, you pissed yourself, too?” he snarled, his temper quickly showing itself. “Are you that much of such a little baby that you can’t handle someone like me?”

Suddenly, Val was pushed backwards, an arch of electricity sparking between Vox’s antennas. His left eye was suddenly pulsing and spinning eerily. 

“Fuck off, Val! Don’t you get it?” he snapped. 

“Clearly not!” Valentino snapped back, pressing his hand harder into Vox’s crotch. “So, why don’t you tell this woman’s delicate head what the fuck I’m not getting?” 

Vox growled, and the claws on his hands suddenly crackled with electricity. 

“Because clearly, I’m not getting cock tonight!” Valentino continued in a harsh snarl, and used a hand to keep Vox pinned against the wall. “Either because you have the smallest fucking cock imaginable to sinners, or because you simply don’thave a----”

Valentino cut himself short when realization hit him. It hit harder than any alcohol ever had, dead or alive. He stared down at Vox, who, for all intents and purposes, looked like he would rather die all over again than be the one to say what Valentino was thinking. 

“You don’t have a cock, do you?” Valentino then asked, bewildered. 

It all pieced itself together in his head. 

Vox was just like him. 

He frowned. Lightly at first, but the more seconds ticked by, the deeper his brows furrowed. 

“You’re... you’re like me.” 

Vox threw Valentino’s hands away from himself. 

“I am nothing like you!” he spat, as if the words, as if the very idea, was poison to him. 

“Come on, Vox,” Valentino said, his voice so gentle it surprised even him. It also seemed to surprise Vox, because immediately, all the anger and frustration drained from his screen. He looked up at Valentino with big eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, shoulders sagging and eyes cast downward. 

Valentino regarded him quietly for a moment. Eyes narrow. Mouth a tight line. 

Then... 

“Cigarette?”

Vox snorted. 

“Yeah, sure. Why not?”

Valentino pulled out his cigarette pack and plucked one for Vox. He lit it, too, watching with rapt attention as Vox inhaled deeply, immediately choking on the smoke. He coughed and banged a fist on his chest repeatedly. 

“You weren’t kidding when you said you don’t smoke, huh?”

“Why would I?” Vox croaked when he had gotten his breathing under control. Valentino scoffed, amusement tinging the sound. 

“Well, I guess I can respect you for not lying about that.”

Vox let out a snort, stubbornly taking another drag of the cigarette. His eyes closed, and then he slowly slid down the wall. Valentino stared down at him, somewhere between bewildered and enraged. He had been looking forward to Vox fucking him into the mattress. 

With a deep sigh, Valentino slumped back against and slid down the wall, following Vox’s example. 

They smoked quietly for a few minutes. The silence was close to deafening. 

“We can still have fun, y’know.”

Vox snorted and rolled his eyes. 

“You never give up, do you?” 

Valentino snickered, shrugged with one shoulder. 

“What can I say? I’m a hedonist by nature. For better or for worse.”

Now it was Vox’s turn to regard Valentino. He did so with an expression that Valentino couldn’t quite figure out. Was it admiration? Or was it an attempt at hiding how crazy he found Valentino? 

“Pray tell. Fun how?” Vox then asked, prompting Valentino to smirk. 

“You have a cunt. I have one. I’m sure we could... figure something out.”

Vox rolled his eyes, accompanied by an amused sound. 

“What’s something you’ve always wanted to try, Voxxy? I think I have an idea. If, of course, you’re up for it.”

“A hedonist and a mind reader?” Vox chuckled, then sighed deeply with pleasure when he got the smoking down pat, and he felt the nicotine enter his system. His eyes closed. He leaned his screen back against the wall. Valentino put a hand on his thigh, another busy with his cigarette holder. 

He exhaled a plume of red smoke that hung around their heads. 

“It’s something I have always been interested in,” he then admitted, quietly, like it was a deeply depraved fantasy that would earn him a one-way ticket to an even deeper part of Hell. “And, like I said, you’re like me. We’re two sides of the same coin, Vox.”

“What is it? This idea.”

Valentino sent him a long, sideways glance. 

“Take off your clothes. I’ll show ya.”

Vox’s eyebrows lifted. 

“Are you out of your mind?”

“Maybe. But I can almost guarantee that it’ll feel good. If you’ll just allow me to show you.”

“Only almost? Sounds like a weak promise to me, Valentino.” 

Valentino rolled his eyes, but snickered nonetheless. 

“Well, if you don’t want to feel good...” he drawled, starting to withdraw his hand. Vox hesitated half a second to grab it. 

“Show me, then, oh master of sex.” 

Valentino’s lips twitched into a full grin. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” 

Together, they got Vox out of his clothes in record time, and Valentino splayed him out on the ground beneath him. He saw that the reason he hadn’t noticed Vox’s breasts at first was because he had tied them in. Binding, as it were called. He knew of the term, of the practice, of course he did, but he had never had an issue with his own breasts. Well, not in the same way and to the degree that Vox did, it would seem. 

He sent him a curious glance. Vox shook his head, averting his eyes. 

“Don’t... pay attention to them. Please.”

Valentino nodded, and paid attention to other parts of Vox’s body that he hoped would feel better to him. 

“Tell me if... if I’m out of line.”

Vox didn’t respond. He was tense, Valentino could feel that much. 

“Relax,” he said softly, and stroked two hands up and down his sides. He had a slim body that, at another time, Valentino would have loved to throw around and mark. As it were, however, he was gentle. He was tender. He was slow. He was everything he had been denied. 

As the seconds ticked by, reaching to become minutes, Vox gradually relaxed the more Valentino touched him. Valentino kept his word; he avoided the entire chest region, making sure to massage his arms and his thighs instead. Slowly, as the minutes morphed into half an hour, then to an hour, Vox became completely pliant under Valentino’s practiced hands. 

After that, Valentino decided to free style it. He had made sure not to touch Vox’s crotch, but he could smell that Vox was feeling a... certain way right now. He glanced up at his screen; his eyes were closed, his mouth slightly ajar, revealing a bright, neon-blue tongue. 

“How you feeling, baby?” 

“Good,” he rasped, trembling vaguely. 

“Do you want to feel even better?”

“Please.”

“I will need to touch you for that.”

“Please,” came the almost urgent plea. 

Valentino smiled - a seldom, gentle one - and wasted no time in stroking his claws through Vox’s folds, his focus entirely on his face. Vox furrowed his brows in a deep frown, and his mouth inhaled sharply, while his body jerked hard to the side. Valentino immediately pinned him to the ground with his remaining three hands. 

The cigarette holder had been discarded a while ago, now laying forgotten on the floor behind him. A frail wisp of smoke rose from the smoldering tip. 

“Just relax,” he purred, carefully stroking Vox’s folds and paying especially good attention to his clit. “Just relax, let me show you what I can do.” 

“Yes,” Vox whispered, a hoarse, grating sound. He sagged back against the floor again, but one of his hands came up to grab one of Valentino’s. Valentino permitted it. 

Valentino circled his clit. He stroked it gently. He slid his fingers between Vox’s folds, teasing his entrance. Just teasing. It was enough that it had Vox trembling hard. 

“Val,” he croaked suddenly, and Valentino, who had been busy admiring his beautiful anatomy, snapped his attention back to his face. 

“Yes, baby?”

“I feel... weird.” His hand clenched Valentino’s tighter. 

“Weird how, baby? Talk to me.”

“I’m... warm. Inside. It’s like... like electricity through my chords, but... liquid.”

“Yeah?” Valentino urged him on, feeling quite warm himself. It couldn’t be that Vox was a virgin, now could it...? That would just be too good. 

Vox nodded. His chest rose and fell rapidly. Valentino frowned slightly, cocking his head a bit to the side. 

“Does it feel good, though?”

At that, Vox nodded immediately, and quite eagerly. 

“It feels... really good, Val.”

“Okay, good. Thank you for telling me, baby,” he crooned, and continued sliding his fingers up and down Vox’s folds, before focusing on his clit. 

The second his claws made contact with the warm, slightly throbbing bud, Vox inhaled sharply, and jerked so hard he almost bucked Valentino off. 

“Feels that good, huh?” he asked, trying to keep his teasing to a minimum. “Don’t worry, baby, I ain’t even halfway done showing you my magic tricks.” 

Vox bit back a whimper that nonetheless spilled between his sharp teeth when Valentino didn’t relent. He kept stroking and rubbing his clit. Slowly, carefully, not wanting to end the show prematurely. He let his claws tap gently against the incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves, and relished the way Vox’s entire body shuddered. He might have moaned himself, but he would be double-damned and double-dead before he would admit that.

“Now, I’m going to try something,” he warned Vox, who immediately lifted his head to look at Valentino. His eyes were wide open, almost panicked. 

“I’ll keep it to this area, don’t worry, sweetheart, yeah?” he quickly promised. Fuck, why did it matter so much what this dude thought?! Was he growing soft or something?! Pathetic! 

Vox nodded slowly. 

“Lay back down for me, then. There we go. Good boy.” 

Slowly, so slowly that Valentino thought he was going to explode, he laid down between Vox’s legs. He kissed the inside of Vox’s thighs with unending tenderness. The closer he got to Vox’s core, the sharper and quicker Vox’s breathing became. 

“Breathe, baby. Can’t have ya passing out on me,” he joked. Vox whimpered loudly, and put both hands on his screen. Valentino might not be the greatest at reading - and listening to - people, but even he could recognize the way Vox’s breathing spiraled out of control. 

He started hyperventilating, and his legs immediately closed. Alarmed, Valentino lifted his head to look up at him. 

Vox was trembling. Hard. Not to mention, he sounded like he couldn’t breathe, but would die trying. 

“Voxxy?” Valentino said with a frown, moving up to stare directly into the comforting, blue light. “Voxxy, hey hey hey, what’s up, baby?” 

Vox didn’t answer verbally, but he did utter a miserable whimper. 

Familiar enough with panic attacks that he knew what they were, Valentino had never experienced one himself. Not related to sex, anyway. Bewildered, and clueless as to what he was supposed to do, Valentino clutched both Vox’s hands in all four of his own. 

“Hey, Vox, listen to me, babe, okay?” he said. 

Vox shuddered so hard it was near a convulsion. 

Valentino grit his teeth, feeling panic well up within himself, but wanting to quell it before that, too, got out of control. 

“Vox, look, I can’t help ya if you don’t tell me what to do, okay? I’m here, but you gotta walk me through it.”

Vox lifted his trembling hands. Valentino let go, and Vox wrapped his arms around Valentino’s neck. Before he knew it, Valentino found himself wrapped in a loose embrace. Vox’s teeth chattered loudly against his cheek. 

“Okay,” Valentino said softly, bringing his own arms around Vox’s quivering body. “Okay. It’s okay. I got you.” 

“H-H-Hold m-me. Tight. P-Please.”

“Okay, baby, okay,” he whispered, tightening his grip on Vox’s body until he feared he was actively strangling him. However, the tight, warm pressure seemed to be just what Vox needed. It took a while, but eventually, he stopped trembling. He stopped hyperventilating. Instead, he started sniffling. 

Valentino forced himself not to roll his eyes, even though Vox would not be able to see it if he had. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, without letting go. “I’m right here.”

“I’m... s-s-sorry,” Vox stuttered weakly. 

“Naahh, baby, don’t give me that shit. Tell me what’s wrong.” 

He practically heard Vox swallow before he detangled himself from the tight grasp of Valentino’s many arms. Valentino allowed him to, but only to the point he could still plant a firm hand on his knee. 

Vox sat back on his ass on the floor. His eyes unfocused before they focused on Valentino’s hand. He swallowed again, took a deep breath. 

“Uh,” he started, rubbing his eyes. Valentino briefly wondered how he cried if he was all digital. Then that concern was shoved to the background. Vox. Focus on Vox. 

“I... I guess it’s no use trying to play off as nothing serious, huh?” he joked weakly, glancing up at Valentino. 

“Nu-uh, sugar. Tell me what happened, and who to kill.” 

The last part came out without him having even thought about it, surprising both himself and Vox. The blue light of Vox’s screen seemed to become brighter for a second. Valentino cleared his throat, before he retrieved his discarded cigarette holder and sat across from Vox. 

“Go on.”

“I... don’t know who they were,” Vox started, slowly, as if he needed time to get his thoughts in order. “But it was... one night. I was asleep, as one is at that time of the day, when I heard noise and commotion in the living room. Someone whispering to someone. Man voices. They weren’t keeping quiet.”

Valentino’s red eyes narrowed behind their iconic shades. He knew of rape when he heard it, and already, before he had heard any details, his blood was starting to boil. 

“They talked about what kind of goods they could get from ‘a place like this.’ One of them said it wasn’t about the goods, it was about the principle. That sinners needed to start being more afraid.”

“Afraid?” Valentino interrupted. 

Vox shrugged with one shoulder. 

“I don’t know. They went on to talk about how they couldn’t... wait until Extermination Day. To show sinners that they should be afraid of Heaven, actually.” 

Valentino’s eyes narrowed further, until they were nothing but tight slits. He didn’t know of any regular sinner who didn’t fear Heaven and the Angels. 

“They came into my bedroom.�� Vox’s voice cracked. Valentino pretended not to hear, and he certainly didn’t comment on it. “I... pretended to be asleep. That didn’t... stop them. Though,” he said and laughed; a hollow sound devoid of joy, “I guess my shaking like a leaf was a clear indicator I wasn’t actually asleep.” 

Valentino grit his teeth so hard he nearly bit his cigarette holder into two pieces. Again. 

“Not like they cared, anyway. They...”

He swallowed heavily, and Valentino felt a twinge where his heart should be. He squeezed Vox’s knee. 

“It’s okay, baby. I get the picture,” he said softly. 

“They touched me,” Vox said quietly, continuing his detailing. “Laughed at me. Poked and prodded. Called me... names. They said that someone ‘like me’,” here, Vox made sharp and malicious air quotes, “could never cross the pearly gates, so why bother trying? Why should they bother letting me live? Why not... put me out of my misery already?”

Valentino’s hand tightened on Vox’s knee. Vox didn’t seem to notice. 

“I don’t know if they were Angels, or just someone wanting to frame them, or whatever. What I do know is that they didn’t hold back.”

“How many?” asked Valentino through gritted teeth, preparing to do the mental gymnastics on how to kill one Angel, and how to do it however many times necessary. 

“I don’t know,” Vox answered in a dull voice. “Four? Five? There were... many different voices. They all... felt different, too.”

Valentino’s stomach lurched. Warmth raised into his chest. He realized he was seething. And for what? Some skinny twink he didn’t even know? 

You know why, the abyss of his brain whispered. It takes a miserable story to know a miserable story. 

He let out a low snarl and removed the cigarette holder to blow the smoke out and upwards. 

“I’m going to fucking kill them,” he hissed. “Angels or not.”

Vox chuckled hollowly, before moving so that he could slump against Valentino. 

“Like you could. No one knows how to.”

“I’ll find a way,” Valentino promised and brought two arms around Vox. “They have terrorized us long enough. It’s time that someone should take a stance.”

“But, Val,” Vox said, “what can we do? We’re simple sinners. We’re not Overlords.”

“Maybe not yet,” Valentino replied almost immediately. Vox noticeably shivered. His blue light intensified as he looked at Valentino. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t become Overlords.”

“‘We’?”

Valentino grinned down at him.

“We, baby. I’m taking you with me on the way there. We’re going to be the baddest motherfuckers down here. Everyone will wish they were us. Everyone will scrabble for a touch of us, of what we can do.”

Vox’s eyes shone. Then he did something Valentino had not seen coming; he threw himself at Valentino, straddling his thighs, and kissed him. It was hard, and sloppy, and not at all as graceful as Valentino was used to, but he happily accepted it all the same. 

He brought all four arms around Vox, pulling him flush against his tall, lanky body. Vox’s tongue was thick, long, and prehensile, and it quickly invaded Valentino’s mouth. Valentino snickered breathlessly and allowed it, if only for the few seconds it took for him to push Vox on his back again. 

“Someone is eager again,” he purred. Vox rolled his eyes with a dark snicker. 

“You talk about killing my rapists, and every single one of those sons of bitch-ass 'divine' Angels. Of course I’m eager.”

Valentino laughed loudly, and kissed him again, this time allowing himself to be not so gentle with Vox. He stroked his folds and clit harder and faster than he had before, even going as far as dipping his claws slightly inside Vox. Still being careful with that, though; Vox had just opened up about trauma, and Valentino did have claws. He didn’t want to shred Vox’s insides. 

Well, okay, he did, but not yet. There would come a time for that. 

“Saying horny shit is not all this mouth does,” he grinned, and let his tongue slowly wind out of his mouth. More and more. Vox watched it with wide eyes as it just kept going. 

“Are you going to---” he began, but didn’t get a chance to finish his question before Valentino laid flat on his chest and stomach between Vox’s legs again. Realization hit Vox like a freight train, and he shuddered when his eyes met Valentino’s. 

“Oh, you actually are,” he croaked. 

Valentino snickered mischievously, and let his tongue lap against Vox’s soaked folds over and over again. Vox let out a very undignified noise, and hurriedly slapped a hand over his mouth. 

“None of that shit, baby,” Valentino purred, reaching up to pull Vox’s hand away. “Lemme hear ya.”

Vox shuddered, and his back arched slightly when Valentino put his tongue on him again. With all the eagerness of a dog greeting its owner for the first time in a long while, Valentino licked and sucked on Vox’s already drenched core. He snaked his tongue around the desperately throbbing clit, and closed his mouth over it while flicking the tip of his tongue against it at the same time. 

“Fuck!” Vox shouted. His hands came down on top of Valentino’s head, holding him firmly in place while his hips bucked hard upwards. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, Val, how do you--- how do you even know how to do that with your tongue?”

Valentino took it as a rhetorical question and thus didn’t stop the merciless fondling of Vox’s clit. Nonetheless, he was flattered. If there was one thing he prides himself in, it was his ability to bring people to their knees. Well, metaphorically speaking. 

Vox’s legs trembled fiercely on either side of his face. When they tried to close around him, Valentino used two hands to force them open, and Vox was done for. 

“Val, I’m---” he whimpered. 

Valentino knew, so of course he didn’t stop. He licked and sucked Vox’s clit as if that was his ticket to Overlord status, and even brought down a hand to tease his entrance just as Vox hit his climax. 

It was loud, and it was messy, but Valentino wasn’t about to start caring about that now. His tongue flicked and rubbed his pulsing clit until Vox jerked away from him and pushed against his forehead. 

“No--- no more,” he said breathlessly, followed by a weak laugh. Valentino looked at him. He didn’t stop. Vox gasped sharply when Valentino’s tongue continued teasing him. 

“N-No, Val, I’m---- ahnn, I’m serious!”

“Are ya though?” Valentino purred and suckled lightly on his clit. Vox doubled over, grasping the back of Valentino’s head tightly. 

“Please, I can’t--- take anymore!” Vox gasped. 

“Tell me ‘red’. Then I’ll stop.”

Vox panted and whimpered, but he didn’t say ‘red’, so... Valentino simply kept going.

Vox managed to come three more times in rapid succession before he safe-worded. And, much to his credit, Valentino pulled back immediately after. He cuddled up next to a vaguely spasming Vox. He looked around his apartment. The lights were still on. 

“Not good enough to cause a total black out, I see,” he joked with a wide grin. His face was wet and sticky, and he was desperate for a shower, but he wasn’t going to just abandon Vox. 

Vox weakly hit him in the chest, an even weaker laugh bubbling out of his open mouth. 

“Shut... shut up.”

“Gotta up my game,” Valentino continued, pulling Vox close in a tight embrace. He immediately leaned into it. 

“If you up your game any further, I will cause a city-wide black out. Is that what you want?”

“Yeah. Would be fun to see everybody panic.”

“You’re an ass,” Vox laughed. Valentino snickered. 

“Yeah, well, you’re the one stuck with me now, baby.”

“Woe be upon me.”

They cuddled for a few minutes, something that was exceptionally foreign to Valentino. His clients were usually all about the pump and dump. They never cared for aftercare, or reassurance on Valentino’s behalf. No, rather, Valentino was used to being the whore that everybody wanted for the night, but nobody wanted for the long term. 

Maybe... maybe here was someone different...?

He dared let a flicker of hope burn inside him. 

Then he pushed it away. Yeah, right. He was a whore, not a partner. 

“Baby, do you mind if I take a shower?” he asked Vox while stroking his upper back. Vox quickly detangled himself from Valentino, and somehow, despite that having been what Valentino wanted, that answer filled him with dread. 

“No, no, of course not, go right ahead,” he mumbled sheepishly. Valentino sent him a flirtatious smirk before getting up from the floor. 

Sauntering towards his massive bathroom, he let the act down once he was alone inside. Once alone inside, he knuckled the sink so tight he almost broke it clean off the counter. Staring into the mirror, he grit his teeth harshly. 

“You can’t go around catching feelings for every stupid fucking twink with a tragic backstory you see,” he hissed to his reflection. It was silent, simply scowled back at him. 

He pushed away from the counter forcefully and got out of his clothes before stepping into the shower cabin. Turning on the hot water, he sighed deeply when it cascaded down over his body. Fuck, that was the good stuff... 

Valentino was halfway through his shower, and the bathroom completely enveloped in dense steam, when he heard the clack-clack-clack-clack of expensive, Italian shoes stepping over the white marble. 

“Val?” came Vox’s nervous voice from the door. 

“What is it, baby?” Val answered, trying to sound nonchalant. 

“Someone is calling you. The display says... Angel Dust?” 

Valentino groaned at length and turned off the water. 

“I didn’t mean to look, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, baby, don’t worry about it. Gimme my phone.”

Vox did. 

“Angel, honey,” Valentino said sweetly, pouring honey over his voice, “I’m busy right now. Can this wait until tomorrow?” 

“Please, Val, I just--- I just need you. Just for two minutes. That’s all. Promise.”  

Valentino glanced at Vox through the mist. 

“Angel, baby, I said, I’m busy. I’m gonna call you back tomor---”

“I miss you. I feel like I barely see you anymore these days, Val. What’s going on?” 

Valentino rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Angel,” he said, and a stern edge replaced the sweet honey in his voice, “I will. Call you back. Tomorrow. Got it?”

There was a long pause. He heard a sniffle through the phone. 

“S-Sure. Sure thing, Val. Talk tomorrow.”  

“Good boy.” 

Valentino hung up and then groaned at length again. 

“Who are they?” Vox asked, sitting on the toilet cover. Valentino could hear the struggle in his voice; he was trying to sound nonchalant. 

“Aww, jealous, baby?” Valentino snickered and stepped out of the shower cabin, grabbing a fresh towel. 

“N-No,” Vox answered way too fast. Valentino started drying himself off, his back to the other demon, but was interrupted by two sets of sharp claws on his bony hips. Then there was the warm weight of Vox’s screen on his upper back, just as the claws snuck around his narrow waist and locked together. 

“Don’t lie,” Valentino purred. “It ain’t a good look on ya, Voxxy.” 

“So, don’t lie to me, either,” Vox mumbled. “Who is that... Angel Dust?”

Valentino sighed. 

“I guess you could call him my boyfriend. At least, that’s what he wants us to be.”

“And you?”

“Hmm?”

“What do you want you guys to be?”

Valentino shrugged and tried to pry himself out of Vox’s embrace. But Vox was surprisingly strong and determined. 

“Aaww, what’s it to ya, baby, hmm? You want to be my new boyfriend, huh, is that it?”

Vox went still, and Valentino knew he had hit the nail on the head. 

“Baby,” he purred, stroking Vox’s hands and arms slowly. “I can’t just throw him to the curb, now can I? Just because I found you? I need to have some principles.” That last part was mostly a lie, though. 

Vox was quiet. Probably pouting, too. Valentino rolled his eyes, not caring if the steam had dissipated enough that Vox could see it in the mirrors lining the wall. 

“Threesome?” he then suggested. Vox scoffed. “He’s amazing in bed, I promise.” Vox scoffed louder, clung tighter to Valentino. 

“Voxxy, baby, please---”

“I want to eat you out, too!” Vox suddenly blurted out. 

This gave Valentino pause. Instantly, excitement coursed through his veins. He had never allowed anyone to eat him out. Not that anyone had had much interest in that, anyway. For most clients, they just wanted to dip their cock in him. 

“Ask me nicely,” he then purred. 

“What? It’s supposed to be the other way aro---”

“Ask me. Nicely. And then maybe I’ll give you the honor.”

Vox groaned. 

“Fuck’s sake, Val, just let me do this for you? Please? You treated me so well, it’s only fair I return the favor. Please.”

Valentino turned around in the embrace, looking down at Vox with a wide grin. 

“I like hearing you beg, actually. It’s a good sound on ya. Alright, fine. You can eat me out.”

“You could sound more enthusiastic about it.” 

Valentino huffed. 

“Do you wanna do it or not, baby?”

“Yes!” 

“Then get to it.” 

Valentino sat back on the small step in the shower cabin. He spread his legs wide and looked up at Vox, not without a sizable knot in his chest, and trying to ignore the way his breathing was already getting faster. 

“You can take a towel to kneel on if you wanna.”

“So generous,” Vox snickered and grabbed Valentino’s damp towel. He folded it a few times before kneeling in front of Valentino. Then he seemed to hesitate. He peered up at him. 

“I have... never done this.”

“Congratulations, that makes two of us.” 

Vox frowned. Valentino cursed on the inside. 

“You have eaten out before. Val, you can’t lie to me about that.”

“I meant, dumbass, that I have never allowed anyone to do that to me,” Valentino growled. “Now, get to it or get lost.”

Vox took that quite literally, and dove between Valentino’s spread legs to get to work. His tongue was immediately on his folds; lapping, licking, and sucking. 

Valentino had not expected it to feel that good.  

Sure, his female clients always went insane for cunnilingus, and he had always kind of just assumed that they exaggerated their pleasure so he felt better about himself. Because surely, nothing could be that good, right?

Not. 

This was that good. Sure, Vox’s tongue was sloppy and uncertain, but the pleasure coursing through Valentino was very much that good. It hit him hard and heavy and made him moan loudly. His wings even fluttered. Just briefly, but still. 

“What the fuck, Vox,” he growled and pressed up into Vox’s mouth. Vox grunted and planted his hands on the inside of Valentino’s slim thighs, keeping them spread. His claws dug into the purple flesh, and while Vox was worried about piercing the skin, Valentino seemed to not worry about that. 

Valentino normally prided himself in his stamina. He could last for hours without getting tired or needing a break. But this? Right here, right now, Vox working him like that? He suddenly couldn’t think straight. 

“Fuck,” he cursed and banged his head back against the shower stall, clutching Vox’s screen tightly. His remaining three hands tried to busy themselves with whatever else was in here. Which wasn’t a whole lot. One hand slammed against the glass of the stall as Valentino moaned loudly. Vox didn’t jump, much to his credit. 

He was warm and giddy throughout his entire body, and he felt as though all his arousal was flowing south, forming a tight knot in his lower stomach. It was too good, actually.  

“Fuck, Vox , Vox Vox Vox,” he panted and thrust his cunt against Vox’s screen. His tongue went from licking his folds to instead flick against his clit, and Valentino had to bite one fist to keep quiet. 

“It feels good, huh?” Vox sounded way too smug.

“If you’ve got the energy to make comments, you’re not focusing enough,” Valentino growled, but he was breathless already. He needed... just a little bit more...

“Fuck, Vox, finger me!”

Vox faltered. 

“Val, my claws, they will---”

Valentino growled and grabbed one of Vox’s hands, roughly and rather clumsily placing it by his entrance, bumping against Vox’s face. 

“This is about me, not you, Vox. I said, finger me.” 

He felt Vox shudder between his legs, and, credit where credit is due, Vox began fingering Valentino while also continuing to suck on his clit. Valentino let go of his hand and used his own to hold his legs open.

Vox’s claws did hurt as they scraped against his insides, but for Valentino, that was part of the fun. The pain was delicious, and complemented the pleasure quite nicely. All of it burnt through his veins, threatening to sear his nerve endings, fry him, make him go up in smoke. 

He pointed his toes and gasped loudly when Vox tilted his screen just so, hitting so good a spot that Valentino began babbling inanely.

“Fuck, Vox, that’s it, that’s the fucking spot!” 

Vox groaned and pressed himself harder against Valentino’s cunt. If he was just acting as if he wanted to please Valentino, he was a fucking fantastic actor.  

“Do not fucking stop, you hear me? If you stop, I am shutting you down for go--- ohh fuck!”  

Vox twisted his wrist and sped up his fingers as they thrust relentlessly into Valentino, his tongue running merciless circles around his clit. 

It was, really, inevitable. The pleasure was bound to break, to crescendo. But Valentino was not ready for the sheer intensity of it. Fireworks went off inside his brain and behind his closed eyes. In a way, it was a bit like how he remembered celebrating the Fourth of July back in his living life. Fireworks and an endless supply of drugs and booze. 

Only, this high was better than anything chemical he had tried. 

“Vox,” he choked out, trying to pry the demon off of him. For all his shameless talk and wanton desires, the idea of coming in Vox’s mouth was filthy.  

“Vox, fucking hell, I’m going to come!”

Vox seemed to take this to mean that he should super glue himself to Valentino’s cunt, because he licked him faster and harder, while at the same time curling his claws repeatedly in a ‘come hither’ motion inside him. 

Valentino’s vision exploded in a cascade of colors, and the bathroom was suddenly filled with a cacophony of sounds that he, later on, would flat-out refuse ever having made. The tight knot unfurled and seeped out of him, while he had a hard time breathing. Two hands clutched Vox’s screen tightly, a third was plastered against the glass, and a fourth against the wall of the shower cabin. 

“Vox, Vox, Vox,” he panted, forcing his name past his lips despite barely having enough air in his lungs to sustain himself. 

But, like any other high, the crash set in way sooner than he would have liked. He was still buzzing pleasantly when he let go of Vox’s screen, and Vox sputtered and coughed for air himself, pulling back from Valentino. 

Valentino’s eyes were closed, until he felt Vox’s soothing claws against his inner thighs. He winced slightly when he pulled them out of him, letting them caress his other thigh. 

“You did good, Val,” he purred. 

"Shut up,” Valentino muttered, breathless, and verging on laughing. 

“Naahh. I think I’ll have this looming over you for the rest of eternity, actually,” Vox said smugly. “Unless you become my partner.”

“Business or pleasure?”

“Why not both?”

Valentino considered it for a second. 

“What of Angel?”

Vox shrugged. 

“He’s not my problem.”

Valentino laughed and put a hand on his forehead. 

“God, you’re hot when you don’t give a shit, Voxxy. Fuck it, fine. We’re business partners first, fuck buddies second. Got it?”

“Got it,” Vox grinned and got up. His knees creaked. “What will you say to Angel Dust?”

Valentino shrugged, getting up as well. His ass ached from having sat on the hard perch for so long. Nothing he wasn’t used to, though. 

“Let me deal with him. Hell, maybe we can all have some fun at some point. His dick game is simply unmatched, I tell ya.”

“It better be if you keep him around.”

“Ohh, jealous, Voxxy?” 

Vox squeezed Valentino’s plump rear before giving it a firm slap. Valentino giggled and spun around in a flurry of wings and fur. 

“Well. Don’t worry your pretty TV screen head... thing... about it. Maybe, when you and I are Overlords, we can have him working for us. What ya think about that, baby?”

Vox pondered it for a moment, then grinned maliciously. 

“I like the sound of that. Now, get dried off. We have business to do, don’t we, Val? Some Angels need slaying.”

[rafecameronzwhore]

Diya's FanFic Prompts

After long and careful consideration.

Here are some prompts to choose from:

1 ~ "stop laughing at me”

2 ~ “welcome home”

3 ~ “this is for you”

4 ~ “let’s get you fixed up”

5 ~ “I appreciate your concern”

6 ~ “I’m alright”

7 ~ “I messed up”

8 ~ “You’re hurt, aren’t you?”

9 ~ “You don’t always have to suffer in silence, you know?” ✅️

10 ~ "I like the way your hand fits in mine"

11 ~ "Is that my hoodie?"

12 ~ "Is that my shirt?"

13 ~ "Your mine, and I don't share"

14 ~ "Stop biting your damn lip" ✅️

15 ~ "Someone might see us-"

16 ~ "{Name} What if we get caught"

17 ~ "You threw up 3 times! Your not fine" ✅️

18 ~ "Your hair is so soft"

19 ~ "Its too cold! Come back"

20 ~ "I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me attention"

{P.s i didnt make these tags, some are from a person i asked, some i made and others are from google, pintrests and tumblr}

Rules for prompts:

1. send me a character, prompt & genre

2. i wont be writing sucide, SH etc

3. I'm not a fast writer and I apologize for that

4. don't rush me, you will be blocked.

5. Link of characters I will write for

6. After a prompt is done ill highlight and link it

7. Don't mock my Character list. you will be blocked.

Tagging some of my followers: @drewstarkey1bae @rafecameronsslutt @taytay-10 @zazabookie @ceceswrldd @friendslovers15 @bellereadstories @elizzzzz143 @drewstarkeyslut @f4ll-for-you @katslayer @fiction-is-life @rafemotherfuckingcameron @drewmoi

{ok I'm getting lazy now and my flat ass hurts from sitting on this chair for so long [#Justicefordiyahsflatass], no one tole me sm people follow me?? anyways thats all the tags}

[sunnygrey99]

Honey, Smoke, Lemon, and Oak Pt 3

~Trigger Warning: Typical TLOU warnings. Self Harm, suicidal tendencies, severe mental illness, PTSD, gore, psychological torture, slight implications of previous abuse/SA (minors DNI) If any other Triggers apply please let me know.~

Story Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Violence, Murder, Death, Smut

A/N: This is a rough chapter. I'm trying to be as accurate to an unpredictable mental illness as I can be. As someone who suffers from severe mental illness I do not take it lightly. Please if you are suffering or need help Tumblr offers resources that can really help.

Wordcount: 2,546

Summary: Plus size!Reader is a Beekeeper and Medical Scientist living in Jackson. A simple meeting of a new friend slowly becomes so much more. Reader is immune. Reader is given a nickname. (This fic will have very dark tones though out. This deals with the unfortunate reality that men do disgusting things to women regardless of the world having ended. All chapters will include warnings and tag warnings. Please take care in reading.)

Its been a couple weeks since Ellie started school. You missed her during the mornings but she never failed to show up after school even just to do her homework next to you as you worked. Joel of course still working in the barn and every once in awhile coming back up to where ever you and Ellie were to take breaks and check up on you both. It was nice seeing them but after they leave each night you could feel the anxiety and hurt edging back into you.

You haven’t slept in the last three nights and its starting to show. Today as soon as you open the door and greet Joel he is looking at you with a deep set concern.

“You doin’ alright today Miss Bunny?” His hand stretches out just about to touch you in case you need support.

You pull back fast and stumble slightly into the door frame, “I’m just fine, thank you.” You pull your arms across your chest and seem to shrink in on yourself. “You can take the day off if you want. I was going to spend today in the barn.”

Joel seems to take the information in and mulls it over for a moment. His concern still intensely written across his features. “I don’t think thats a very good idea-”

You interrupt him quickly, “I don’t need you telling me what I can and can’t do Mr.Miller. It is my job to make that medication. The town needs it.”

Joel’s features go from concern to confusion to anger in the blink of an eye. “I’m just tryin’ to look out for you. You look like you ain’t slept in a week and now you’re snappin’ at me.”

“I don’t need you to look out for me I said I’m fine. Leave.” With those words you slam the door and start pacing your home. You know its wrong the second the words leave your mouth. Its been months since you felt like this. The last time it happened it took weeks for you to come back from it. Maria found you and helped bring you back last time but at the cost of permanent damage to your friendship. You know she’ll never fully trust you again after that. You can’t let it happen to anyone else.

The next thirty minutes are spent by you locking and boarding up every window and door in the house. If no one can come in while you are like this then they wont get hurt.

~~~

Joel is dumbfounded and stands on your porch for five minutes trying to understand what just happened. He devolves into anger and annoyance and stalks off to find some other work to keep him busy for the day.

Another week passes and Joel finds himself at Maria and Tommy’s place helping them get ready for the new baby. Shes due in just a couple months and both Tommy and Maria are in a tizzy trying to make sure everything is ready for the new addition to the family.

“Ya know it doesn’t have to be perfect right Tommy?” Joel’s tone light and relaxed in the presence of family.

Tommy scuffs and rearranges the fabric diapers and towels again, “I know but I just want it to make sense. Its gonna be hard enough raising a kid in this world let alone having things disorganized once they get here.”

Joel chuckles at his brother, “It was a shitty world then and its a shitty world now, either way ain’t keepin that organized for more than a day when the kiddo gets here.”

Maria walks in then hand on her belly and the other carrying a small box of extra baby stuff. Tommy rushes over grabbing the box from her. “The Doc said not to lift anything and you should be in bed resting.”

“I can’t just lay in bed for the next few months and you know that. Besides the Doc said I can’t lift more than ten pounds. That’s less than eight.” Maria smiles at her husband and pats his cheek before giving him a small peck on the lips.

Joel watches the contentedness wash over their features. A sense of envy fills his own chest. He misses that feeling. Recognizing that he had something similar with Sarah’s mom before she left and he hadn’t felt that want since she did. He also feels a bit of jealousy at his brother having what he wishes he did when Sarah’s mom was pregnant. Joel hadn’t even known about Sarah until she was dropped off by a social worker when she was a week old. Most surprising of all is his sudden want for a chance at that again. He feels himself try to shake off the thoughts. Immediately replaced by the feelings of grief, sadness, and loss. Anger being the most present. The two others in the room oblivious to the change in Joel’s demeanor. Maria turns the Joel then, “So hows the barn coming along?”

Joel huffs and rolls his eyes at that, “Just fine till Bunny told me to fuck off.”

Maria looks over to Tommy with confusion and concern immediately written across her face. She looks back to Joel, “What do you mean she told you to fuck off?”

He simply shrugs. “Looked like she hadn’t slept in a few, asked her if she was alright…damn near chewed my head off for it. Told me to leave so I did.”

She takes a step closer the concern only worsening, “Joel this is very important. How long ago was this?”

He squints his eyes at her then his brother. He feels as if he is missing something important, like he doesn’t know something they do. His eyes shift back over to Maria, “A week ago.”

She curses under her breath before looking at Tommy. “You see her in the past week at all?” He simply shakes his head no. “Tommy we need to get the doc to her ASAP.” He nods and starts heading to the truck Maria right behind him.

Joel stands there confused for a moment lost in thought as to what might be the reason that the doc would be needed. He almost just brushes it off and lets them deal with it, but something in him is telling him to get a move on and help. Clearly something is wrong and Bunny needs help.

Its not even twenty minutes later they are all standing at the front door. Maria banging on the door with no answer. Joel peers into the window to see if there is any movement. “Looks like she’s got the windows and doors blocked from the inside. What the hell is goin’ on with her?”

Maria huffs as she paces the porch, “I should have known when she didn’t come over Tuesday. She never misses bringing me meds.”

“You didn’t tell me she didn’t drop those off.” Tommy voices from the bottom of the porch stairs.

“I still had meds I would have been fine. I thought she would just be by tomorrow when she drops off the rest to the clinic.” Maria walks back to the door again and calls your name. She tries again just a couple more times hoping your real name would coax you out sooner. They all hear a rustling around from inside the house and she calls for you again. “Bunny please, Its just me Maria. You can trust me remember? We have been best friends for a decade. You saved my ass from a hundred infected, supported me with governing Jackson. Sweetie I know you are in there please open up. We just want to know you are okay!”

Joel can see the tears prickling in Maria’s eyes. He hasn’t ever seen her this emotional and distressed even with the pregnancy hormones. He looks to Tommy and recognizes the same sad look in his eyes that he had when he himself had gone off the deep end. It suddenly struck him what was happening. That’s when they all hear the shattering of glass come from inside the house.

~~~

You’ve been pacing the bottom floor of the house for you don’t even know how long. Sleeping only in small increments when your body allows it. That voice creeping in slowly. His voice. Its been so long since you’d heard it but you remember the condescending tone anywhere. At first it sounded far away like he was yelling from the yard but then he was closer and closer. He always knows where you are in the house without actually being here. He sounds like hes in the walls now.

“Little girl, you can’t run away from me now…” His voice makes you tremble in fear. “I know where you are…I know your every thought.”

“no….no just….just leave me alone please. I’ve given you enough of me.” Your hands squeeze around the leather handle of your knife as you pace in the center of the living room.

“NO! I WANT IT ALL! YOU’RE MINE!” His voice echoes out. Its almost enough to cover the banging at your front door. That’s when you hear your name being called in a familiar, sweeter voice.

“Bunny please, Its just me Maria. You can trust me remember? We have been best friends for a decade. You saved my ass from a hundred infected, supported me with governing Jackson. Sweetie I know you are in there please open up. We just want to know you are okay!” The voice carried through the walls you had built up. You don’t remember this person, only a small spark of familiarity.

You walk to the front door hand out stretched yet hesitant to take down the furniture blocking the way. “Don’t you dare trust her. She just wants to steal you away from me. You don’t want that do you little girl? She’ll hurt you.” Your trembling hands pull back and reach to cover your ears, the blade from your knife brushing slightly against your cheek.

“She sounds nice, I think I know her.” Your voice just a hushed whisper.

“STUPID GIRL! You can’t trust anyone but me! I kept you safe all those years and THIS is how you repay me?” His voice booms as you stumble back some slicing open your cheek. “It looks like I need to teach you another lesson. A round of iron should teach you better.” Its then that you see him emerge from the wall. A fire poker in hand and red hot. You see his hands wring around the iron grip and a gleeful look in his otherwise dead eyes. The bullet hole in his forehead still oozing blood like the last time you saw him. And the same devious, wicked smile plastered on his face. As he inches forward you feel yourself pushed back into fight or flight mode. You reach to the nearest objects and start throwing them at him, hoping to deter him from coming any closer. Once hes only a few inches away you let out a blood curdling scream. Moments later furniture flies away from its barricade spot and the door breaks off its hinges.

A man you don’t recognize walks towards you in a hurry, light shining behind him as if he is some sort of angel. Unsure of what to make of the man you shuffle away. The man of your nightmares dissipated into thin air as the new man stops in his tracks. His movements much slower now as if trying to calm a scared and wild animal. You can see his lips move but you don’t hear any sound right away. The golden light behind him is almost blinding as it washes over the cold room. It warms your skin as you look down at yourself and see the light gracing your form. Looking back up at the man you smile. “Is it safe? Is he gone?”

The man kneels down in front of you and slowly nods. He reaches up and starts to take the knife from you. That’s when the light behind him starts to fade into an inky black. Panic quickly floods back into your system, and your grip hardens on the knife. “No! GET AWAY FROM ME!” You kick at him and scramble to move away. He lets go and steps back quickly.

“Bunny please, I promise I ain’t gonna hurt you.” He watches you intently and you in-turn watch him. The light and inky black fighting back and forth around the man. Swirling and mixing yet never quite touching. Your gaze still lays on his features with no trust. He waits on a few moments before speaking back up. “I’ll stay right here okay? I just need you to put the knife down.”

The panic quickly grows and your eyes flick from him to the knife and back to him. “I won’t let him or any other man get me again.” You quickly flip the knife back to yourself and plunge the knife deep into your abdomen.

As your body feels the sudden numbness pool in your abdomen reality crashes back in. Eyes locked with Joel’s as he stands there stunned. “Joel…I…” You look back down to your abdomen, “Oh god what…did I do?” Dropping to your knees, hands grabbing at the still plugged wound. Your hands smearing the dripping blood as you feel another pair of hands on you keeping you from fully falling to the ground.

You hear Joel’s voice calling out something. He sounds panicked but you can’t quite understand what he is saying. All the sound around you muffled as if you were stuck in a dream. The inky black that had been around Joel enveloping your own vision as you hear more voices get added to the muddled sound.

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Joel yells out to the group on the porch, “Doc! We need the Doc in here!” He cradles your shoulders as he rocks you back and forth slowly. His other arm pulling your legs to get you laying more flat. The blood pouring out from your wound coats Joel’s clothes and hand. Your eyes only half open staring up at him, pupils blown wide. You try muttering something out and weakly raise your arm. He was quick to hold you and shush you. “It’s alright Miss Bunny, we are gonna fix this. Everything is going to be okay.”

Time seems to stand still for hours as he looked deep into your eyes. His own filling with tears he hadn’t realized he could have for anyone more than he already had. It was when your eyes rolled fully back and the doctor pulled you from his grip that he himself blacked out. The next thing Joel knew he was standing with Ellie next to your sleeping form in a hospital bed.

Ellie’s hand squeezing yours and silent tears rolling down her own face. Joel does the only thing he can think of to help. He pulls up two chairs and guides Ellie to sit still able to hold your hand. He barely catches the whisper that leaves her lips. “Please don’t abandon me too.” It instantly crushes Joel’s heart and all he can do is sit there with Ellie.

Part 4

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[ohh-fiddlesticks]

pinned post thingo… pt 3 !

hiii my name is 💥 micah 💥 and this is my selfship sideblog! i use he/him and im a certified transsexual 🔥 aroace and gay as well. its a complex and wondrous thing yk how it is ‼️ i’m also australian 🎉

i tend to see my selfships as more on the fictional side; i like to explore the relationships like any other relationship in fiction, meaning that it wont always be the healthiest, so… keep that in mind i guess 👍

i dont like to associate this blog too closely with my main but if you get notifs from a blog with a url starting with d and a rainbow pfp of castiel, thats almost definitely me! if u wanna know the exact url feel free to ask and i’ll let you know 👍

you can also check out my strawpage for some general info about me and an f/o list, etc. :^)

i draw sometimes ‼️ i tag all my art with “#my art”

my main f/os are dave s.trider & c.handler bing but ive also got a couple more in the bag!

proship and closely associated please kindly don’t follow 🙏 strictly nsfw or 18+ blogs preferably dni too closely also . generally tho i’ll just block people i don’t want interacting

f/o list, sharing boundaries, etc. below the cut!

for romantic f/os, my general policy is that i’m not particularly comfortable with sharing and while you’re free to follow or interact if we share f/os, keep in mind i’m less likely to follow back— this ofc does not apply if i follow first. platonic, familial, etc. f/os im totally fine with sharing, in fact i think thats awesome

also! i have no tagging system— that being said, if you want me to tag a certain ship for filtering purposes or similar, i’d be happy to do so

characters i talk about in a romantic manner (some are f/os, some not, it’s complicated):

dave strider (homestuck) — f/o. thats my boyf riend . basically my first proper f/o i heart him lots 💗

chandler bing (friends) — f/o. thats also my boyf riend. my beloved sarcastic repressed boring yet not boring guy. this may come as a surprise but i also love him lots

hitch (ruby redfort) — f/o. i dont talk about him as much but i do love him. middle aged secret agent who’s afraid of crocodiles and is secretly silly :-)

prismo (adventure time) — f/o. also dont talk about him as much but i love him i prommy. idc that he’s 2D i will find a way to give him a kiss 🫡

jonny goodman (friday night dinner) — fictional crush or something i dont even know. i was briefly obsessed with him during my fnd interest period and i still hold him dearly and sometimes rewatch some fnd episodes and think of him

bernard black (black books) — i truly dont know tbh i just love black books and am a little obsessed with him. manny & fran too but i dont have gay little crushes on them so

jeremy usbourne (peep show) — practically an f/o atp but im in denial. side effect of my recent peep show obsession was developing a secondary obsession with this freak

characters i have some sort of weird little qpr situation with

foxy (fnaf) — idk how to explain it he was one of the first characters i started selfshipping with in some variety and i like him :-)

the nice cream guy (deltarune) — he’s a developed character 2 meeee. we’re gayass boy best friends

red guy (dhmis) — who knows but it’s not a normal friendship folks

characters that are my friendssss my familyyy etc. you get the idea

toriel & asgore dreemurr (deltarune) — my parents:)

kris & asriel dreemurr (deltarune) — my siblings:)

basically the entire rest of the main characters from the other medias ive already mentioned — my friends:)

THAT’S ALL FOLKS!! THANK YOU FOR READING :^)

[egs-n-bacon]

Oh ask and you shall certainly receive!!

I would love it if you’re able to write a stu macher x fem!reader where the reader is Randy’s sister and randy (a protective older brother) introduced her and stu when her and randy are both working at the video store and stu falls head over heels and cherishes the ground she walks on! Then eventually she blurts out her feelings for him when they get to be better friends where he obviously admits to her that he’s head over heels and it ends in them becoming official and ending smut? (If you write smut that it!)

Ooooo yes, this is so fun!!

tags: friends to lovers, smut, mutual pining, soft sex, switch!reader, switch!stu, riding, hickeys, oral sex r!receiving

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You loved working at the video store. You loved working there for two different reasons. You got to talk about movies all day, giving out recommendations, the other reason is you got to spend time with Stu.

You and Stu were a grade apart, so you didn't spend much time together at school. Which makes the video store perfect.

Your brother introduced you to him last school year. He was so nice, and he treated you with the utmost kindness. He fell head over heels immediately, going to the video store more than he ever has.

Randy caught on pretty quick, and when he asked if you liked Stu and you said yes, he panicked. You just told him that it was fine and Stu didn't even like you, to which he agreed, trying to split a wedge between you too.

Now, here you are two months later working and pining after Stu.

°•☆•°

You were listening to your brother groan on about Stu being too old and not good enough for you.

"He's a weirdo, you can find someone better." You just kept pushing your cart and putting movies back.

"If he's that weird, why did you introduce us, Randy?" You bickered

Clearly stumping your brother, he turned and started working on a disorganized shelf. Just as you began to push your cart further down the aisle, the bell on the front door rung.

"Speak of the devil." Randy announced, rolling his eyes.

Stu immediately hurried over to you. "Hey, Stu." You said, gazing into his eyes. A small smile graced your lips, being around him made you so happy.

Stu stared down at you, eyes full of admiration. You stared at each other for a little too long for it to be normal.

Next to you was your brother, standing impatiently. An audible groan left his mouth as he walked away. You looked back at Stu and shared a look of annoyance.

"So you and me, tonight, Texas Chainsaw Massacre?" Stu said, leaning on the shelf stacked with different movies.

"Yess, that sounds amazing." You said smiling at him.

"all right ill meet you there." Stu said with a wink before walking out the front door.

°•☆•°

you walked up the driveway to Stus house already feeling your stomach doing summersaults. you walked up the pair of steps and knocked on the painted door. it took no time before Stu opened the door greeting you with a rib crushing hug.

you guys went and sat down on the couch, the movie was already queued up just waiting to play. he pressed play and the film started playing. you both had already watched this, so you weren't paying as much attention. you were talking more than anything.

"so, what was your first impression of me?" Stu questioned.

"well, probably, wow this guy is so hot and tall!" you said half joking. when you looked back at him his eyes were looking into yours. he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, you let him. after all you were borderline in love with him so why wouldn't you? then you remembered.

"Stu, Stu stop." you said a slight look of sadness on your face. "what's wrong?" "Stu i like you, like a lot and i wont kiss you if you don't actually want me." you said staring into his eyes before you could dwell in the sadness he spoke up. "i do like you, i've liked you since we first met." a shocked look spread across your face, you couldn't believe it.

"really!?" you asked "yes!" he said matching your tone. you dove forward, smashing your lips into his. you pushed him back, now straddling his waist. you continued to kiss him pushing your tounge into his mouth.

you began to slide your tounge around his mouth. you let out soft, quiet whimper. you could tell he liked the noise by the way he bucked his hips into you. you stopped kissing him, trying to catch your breath, after you kissed down his cheek to his neck. you covered his neck in lipstick marks. he was groaning in your ear and squirming.

you then sat up taking in deep breath as a way to calm yourself. he grabbed the hem of your top and began pulling it over your head. after he discarded your shirt he reached behind you and unhooked your bra. the cold night air caused your nipples to harden. he leaned up and put his lips around your right breast, sucking and teasing.

he left hickeys up and down your chest, the marks slowly turning purple. you let out multiple high-pitched moans. you pleasure going through your body was like no other, just because it was Stu doing it. he then sat up and started to take off his clothes, you soon followed until you were both completely naked.

"you're so beautiful." he whispered to you. he quickly flipped you both over, him now on top of you. he began to slide down the couch until he was face to face with your pussy.

"you're dripping baby, all for me?" just him saying that made you gush even more. he sunk his head down between your thighs, kissing up to your sopping cunt. he licked a stripe up you, the feeling sending shocks straight to your core. he began to suck on your clit, moaning softly as he did so.

you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly. he let out a perfect noise, in between a moan and a whimper. you felt a knot grow in your stomach, your legs stared to quiver. you squeezed Stus head between your thighs, almost suffocating him.

suddenly waves upon waves of pleasure washed over you. you let out a series of moans and whimpers. after a few minutes you calmed down. you pulled Stu up, grabbing his shoulders and flipping him over onto his back. he looked up at you and smiled, you smiled back.

you reached down and aligned his cock with your entrance. you slowly sunk down, you both simultaneously let out a groan of pleasure. you took a few seconds before bouncing your hips. the feeling of him inside you was amazing, he was hitting all the right spots.

he grabbed your hips, assisting you as your bounces became sloppy due to your impending orgasm. you kept slamming your hips against his, letting out moans that the neighbors probably heard. you felt a familiar feeling pool in your stomach.

you came before he did, and he continued to chase his high, slamming his cock into your sensitive cunt. he came shortly after, letting out the most vulgar noises and you enjoyed every second of it. you collapsed onto his chest, his member exiting you.

you layed next to him just enjoying the afterglow, before you heard Stu speak. "will you be my girlfriend?" you looked at him, knowing the answer was already obvious. "yes!" you said before connecting your lips to his in a loving kiss.

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I hope you liked it!!!

[justkillingthyme]

Intro/pinned post:

Haiii my name is Thyme (or Valerie) and I’m currently using any pronouns, and this is my Layton blog

I have a few sideblogs, my personal/reply blog is @nothymetospeak and my other fandom blog is @yourthymehascome but it’s not currently in use. @thehandsofthyme is my art sideblog for reblogs. My blog for live-blogging is @thymeisasocialconstruct but idk what’s going on bc it wont link. I’m also justkillingthyme on discord if you want to add me ^-^

I don’t tag spoilers in rbs unless I’m aware that a mutual hasn’t seen it (which applies to no games right now) and I will tag triggers if you let me know. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable

You’re always welcome to chat with me or send a message in my inbox. I’m chronically online and I have so many thoughts about everything

If something isn’t tagged and it’s vague or something personal I’m probably on the wrong blog so I’d appreciate you sending me a message

A little bit more about me under the cut :3

hii pretty much there’s a lot of things wrong with me. I’m mentally ill and probably will always be but idk if you’re worried about me I’ll probably be fine soon. A lot of things go on in my life and I love complaining about them but I try and keep the worst of it to my other blogs.

I’m very anxious. im a sopping wet cat and talking to people makes me very very nervous. If you talk to me and I seem a little off I’m probably just intimidated. I kinda have to warm up to people I don’t know well and talking to new people freaks me out.

Uhh anons make me nervous (<guy with bad experiences in the askbox)

I’m also not an adult yet. I think I gave some people the wrong impression because I make a lot of jokes and my general demeanor or something but yep. I’m seventeen. If you think I’m going too far with my jokes you’re welcome to send an anon telling me to knock it off. I don’t bite and you don’t have to worry about me blocking you because I’m incapable of keeping people blocked.

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if you use fancy text not within tumblr’s own post editor. i struggle with reading text if it’s too cursive in tumblr’s textposts bc tumblr’s dash themes, cool as they are, can make it really hard to read and i don’t wanna have to use a screen reader or copy-paste text into discord just to be able to read

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idk i dont have many pet peeves

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if you make jokes about monika’s mental health in particular or their past. it’s not your place to unless i give

2-5 THINGS THAT LEAD ME TO UNFOLLOW / SOFTBLOCK A MUTUAL / SOMEONE I INTERACT WITH

ive literally softblocked people over my bf having issues w them. for the most part i don’t block/softblock people out of my own volition unless i see callouts abt them bc, like i said, i use it as i see fit

i softblocked someone for siding with a guy who abused me?

idk i typically just block if the vibes r rancid but thankfully that hasnt happened in a long time lol

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if i don’t know the media your muse is from (this is only really applied to singlemuse blogs)

typically i wont follow back if i had issues with you before while i had my old names

if you are under age

if i just get the vibes our muses wont click

[jalluzas-ferney]

Wait I disagree- and I know where you’re coming from but in that screenshot Cole literally says “they’re my family, my other family” there’s nothing ab that quote insinuating that Cole sees them as his ‘primary’ family.

And I don’t really blame Geo or Bonzle for not recognizing Nya or Jay. It’s not like they had ANY pictures to go off by. Especially when Bonzle found Jay, Jay wasn’t even in his Gi- so it’s even harder to recognize him!! I rlly don’t blame her. And with geo??? I just rewatched the episode Land of Lost Things and I don’t recall any kind of indicator that geo doesn’t know who tf Nya is?? Just because he didn’t go “oh you’re Nya master of water!!! Cole has told me so much about you!!!”doesn’t mean he and the others didn’t know about their existence!

im sorry to say this but it just sounds like youre jumping to your own conclusions and assumptions when there really isnt any evidence that finders didnt know of the Ninjas existence😭

And then the whole Cole not telling the ninja about his parents until he absolutely had to? This just seems like a huge stretch, I’m sorry. I understand your frustration but dude, this was all the way in season 1 when none of the ninja were still close to each other, I don’t really blame Cole for not telling them? Since he clearly just wasn’t comfortable talking about the whole situation and he wasn’t even close enough to the ninja. It’s a very uncomfortable topic to talk about and it was clear that it had happened more recently at that time of his life.

And also, a person can change and grow up and learn to be more comfortable with talking about certain things with people. So if this is to argue that Cole told the finders about his parents while he didn’t tell the ninja “until he had to” it doesn’t actually work. Because dude. This is *season 1* of Ninjago and literally Dragons Rising we’re talking about. A lot of time passed. There has been a lot of growth and development.

And also! It’s implied that there was a time skip of multiple years when the merge happened in dragons rising. Meaning Cole spent YEARS with the finders. Thats plenty of time for Cole to warm up to them and talk about his personal life like that. And we really don’t know when he opened up to them 🤷‍♀️ he could of opened up to them after a whole year for all we know! Meanwhile in season 1, they had been obviously together for much less than a year I can assure that.

But again- sorry if this sounds harsh but I find bringing in these details about when or why he talked about his parents to the ninja and the finders when you’re talking about how you feel like the writers are biased to the finders…it feels like a massive stretch. Because of the points I mentioned previously.

I understand that youre nostalgic. and yeah, honety after all this is your opinion and thats nkt really my problem 🤷‍♀️ if you dont like the situation with the finders, thats chill. doesn't affect me!

but my issue lies on the fact that you just brought up a bunch of points that either just arent valid/ dont rlly make much sense nor connect to this (cole not talking about his parents and all that) or are just straight up not true (cole not telling the finders about the ninja)

I am still confused about why you consider Cole seeing the finders and the ninja as two separate families as an issue- since it makes sense. they ARE seperate families that he made and i mean…personally thats fine by me but hey if it bothers you i wont hold that against you 🤷‍♀️

Also let me just put what I wrote in the tags here :

They are not painting cole as someone who "wants" to keep his families separate wtf? Just because you guys are biased against the finders does not mean the writers are biased towards them.

DRS2 PT1 POTENTIAL SPOILERS

I'm not sure who "you guys" is meant to be referring to considering I am the only one who has expressed dissent against the Finders of this variety, but here we go.

Whether you like it or not, there is evidence in the show of Cole considering the Finders and the Ninja to be two separate families. There are more than one examples of this:

-Cole saying IN DRAGONS RISING SEASON 2

This single line, whether you like it or not, implies that Cole's line of thinking has shifted to considering the Finders as his primary family and not the Ninja, and this is a fucked up line of thinking for me personally. And I am allowed to have this opinion.

-Cole not telling the Ninja about his father. This is a small thing, but he does have a history of not telling people about his previous families. It is a pattern, albeit a small one.

-Cole NOT telling the Ninja about his mom??? Hello??? He loved his mom???

Look, I will be the first person to say that I can be pretty obstinate and set in my ways, but this isn't right. None of this situation when put in this context is right. Because treating either one of your families like that is fucked up. I am someone who has grown up and is in one of those families, and it hurts, and it is not a good way to treat people.

Whether Cole is aware of it or not, he does think about the Ninja and the Finders as two separate families, who cannot coexist. The writers are not biased against the Finders, but they have made Cole look like he is biased against blending the Finders and the Ninja together, and that is not a good look for him or for them.

Geo should've had an inkling of who Nya was. Bonzle should've recognized Jay to some extent. The Ninja should not be strangers to the Finders, but they are, and that has implications whether you would like to admit it or not. Cole has not told them about the Ninja, just like he didn't tell the ninja about his mom and dad until he absolutely had to, and that isn't right. That is what I don't like about this situation, not the Finders' existence.

I apologize that my opinion has made you feel like you need to send in an ask, but unfortunately I am entitled to my opinions regarding this situation and you cannot change how I feel about it that easily. Thanks though.

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[iwadori]

Why you and the haikyu boys broke up (Atsumu,Oikawa,Kageyama,Kenma,Akaashi,Sugawara)

Part two: Osamu, Iwaizumi, Daichi, Ushijima

Genre:angst

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Atsumu: “god yer so clingy and annoying”

You and Atsumu have been dating for years and every year was worse then the last. Atsumu became more distant and standoffish as your relationship progressed.

“‘Tsumu, where were you said that you’d be back by-“

“Gosh Y/N, just leave me alone, I don’t need you doting all over me like your my mum or something” he said harshly making you flinch

“Well I wouldn’t keep acting like your mum if you weren’t being such a child, you dick”

“God Y/N, yer so cling and annoying”

That was the last thing he said to you, well the last thing you heard, since after that you were gone. You definitely didn’t care for Atsumu anymore and you definitely didn’t care about his mutiple messages and calls asking begging you to talk to him.

You were done and you silently asked yourself the question “who’s the clingy and annoying one now ‘tsumu”

Oikawa: “If only you supported me like she did then..”

You and Oikawa, the classic ‘highschool sweethearts,’ with him being the athletic trailblazer with you at his side through it all, always known as “Oikawa’s girlfriend”

Being known as that, at first you didn’t mind, since being attached to the Oikawa name in any aspect was something to brag about (especially when you’re a teenage girl.)

But as you got older you didn’t want to be just somebody’s “girlfriend,” you wanted to be Y/N The doctor or Y/N the lawyer, journalist or whatever.

And Oikawa wasn’t particularly fond of the idea.

As the time went on, with you now studying and preparing for your new found dream job (which you were over the moon about.) Oikawa became unbearable, late nights out, always hiding his phone when you were about, he had this odd scent about him one that was different to usual.

He was cheating on you. You knew it, but since there was no physical proof and because you loved him so much accusing him of such a thing could ruin everything.

You didn’t need too though. Since one night, when Oikawa was supposedly meant to be at an away game. He was away, but in someone else’s pants... in your bedroom.

After being caught he pleaded for you to hear him out and when you wouldn’t he said “if only you supported me like she did then I wouldn’t be cheating on you”

That was definitely the final straw, you became the best doctor that Japan had ever seen, and you didn’t know what happen to Oikawa and that girl.

You may of heard through the grapevine that she definitely cheated on him a month into their relationship, but what do you care anyways.

Kenma: “gosh y/n I’m not your therapist”

Kenma and you were childhood friends before you started dating. You were two peas in a pods.

You worked perfectly as you being the talkative one always talked and him being quiet just always listened.

That’s how you worked and it was fine, right?

Well of course it wasn’t, well at least till when you were a few years into your relationship it wasn’t. Kenma was obviously a popular gamer and kind of a businessman, he wasn’t as free as he used to be and neither were you and you both knew that.

So when you did have time to hang out you most certainly made the most of it, doing what you normally did: you talk, he ‘listens.’

Even though Kenma wasn’t listening anymore, who knows when he stopped listening but he probably hasn’t heard nor cared for a thing you’ve said since you were 5.

“Gosh Y/N I’m not your therapist” he said after you were telling him about a terrible day you had “ I don’t even know why we’re still together, or together at all... “

“Fine, if that’s how you feel I’m gone”

“Wait Y/N I didn’t mea-“

You slam the door blocking out the rest of speech which you didn’t need to hear since obviously ‘you aren’t his therapist.’

Akaashi: you’re just too much of an idiot too understand.

When you and Akaashi met, it was in one of your classes, and you first noticed him when he was answering in a question in class.

Hot and smart was what you thought when you first laid eyes on him

What you didn’t know by the time you got together was that ‘hot and smart’ translates to the biggest patronising mansplainer ever.

Akaashi has a way of belittling you and dumbing you down, you didn’t know why he was doing it. Heck, you didn’t know he was actually doing it until he actually said “you’re just too much of an idiot to understand.”

The other times it was subtle, but obvious enough to leave you sad and uncomfortable afterwards questioning every aspect of yourself.

One night, you don’t tell him what your doing, you pack up your crap leave the rest of the months rent on the kitchen counter along with a note saying ‘I’m breaking up with you,’

You knew that sooner or later that day you’d get a text from him and you did which read:

Akaashi: what do you mean I’m breaking up with. Why ?

Y/N: oh I guess you’re too much of an idiot to understand.

Kageyama: you don’t work hard enough Y/N

You were dating the best setter in Japan. It always felt surreal when you said that to yourself, or when someone said that to you.

Since ‘how could you’ get ‘someone like that.’

That was the question that many people asked, since of course ‘Tobio Kageyama was only worth the best of the best,’ and to them you most certainly wasn’t that.

You got comments like that all the time online, but you didn’t care but one time you were scrolling through Twitter and so a post about you and the comments were all talking about your body.

This crushed your heart, as the comments they were making were vile so this definitely hit a tough spot.

When Kageyama came home and saw your distressed state he rushed to your side to see if he could help. However once you showed him what you were crying over, his tone of voice changed as he said,

“They aren’t wrong Y/N, ever since we got together you’ve definitely not really been looking after yourself lately”

“What is that supposed to mean” you retort

“ I mean, you don’t work hard Y/N, you don’t work at all... as of lately you’ve just been bitching and complaining and mooching off of my success whilst you let yourself go.”

Ouch.

“If that’s how you see me, then so be it” you say gracefully standing up and exciting the building. You were done with Kageyama and you both knew that, there was no going back after what he said, especially since you could tell he was thinking that for a while now.

Sugawara: your not the girl I fell in love with

Sugawara and you were described as the “perfect couple” by people that didn’t know you. Which you always faked a smile a compliment, knowing certainly well you weren’t.

You’ve loved sugawara ever since you met him in your first year. But you knew, you always knew he didn’t love you back.

Kiyoko Shimuzu, her name was. A pretty name for a pretty girl. All the boys were in love with her (some more vocal about it then others) but sugawara even though he wasn’t shouting his love from the rooftops, you caught the looks of adoration he gave her when she was simply walking by.

You dated him anyways, maybe he could sense your desperation or maybe he needed a distraction. You didn’t know why he decided to ask you out and you didn’t care, he was yours and you finally ‘won.’

Well you were winning up till you got a certain invite in the Mail:

You are invited to the wedding of Tanka Ryunnsoke and Kiyoko Shimuzu.

Even though sugawara looked happy at the idea of his two dearest friends marrying, you could tell he was heartbroken. And he knew that you knew.

That is why, on the day before the wedding as you were packing your bags to go, it turns out he was packing his bags too. But for a completely different reason.

“I’m leaving” was all he said at first heading for the door.

“Where? Why?” You aksed

“You know why Y/N, you’ve always known why And itll do more harm then good if we keep this charade up any longer”

“But I love you” you cried latching on to him

“And I love you, but you were not the girl I fell in love with and I don’t think that love will ever stop”

You knew he was right and you let him go, crying over your one true love.

An: I kinda heavily like this one, (maybe because it’s hard to write on my phone and this style is definitely not what I’m used too so I’m appreciating my efforts.) what do you guys think ??

ALSO MY PHONE WONT LET ME DO READ ORE AND ONCE MY LAPTOP WORKS TOMMOROW I WILL DO IT SO SORRY!!

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