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alottiegoingon · 1 month

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hc!friends to lovers

lottie matthews x fem!reader

summary: going from friends to lovers with lottie

warnings: lottie mentioned as lesbian once, pure fluff, nsfw at the bottom so MDNI there, not proofread

this was a request so i hope you enjoy it 🤞

@l0tt1emy this is me tagging youu

WHEN FRIENDS

୨୧ being friends with lottie matthews would include spend your saturday night on her huge house (more like a mansion to you) when her parents were out for work or just so busy that they wouldn't even notice you there

୨୧ you didn't know that, but she would spend the entire day thinking about you when it was a sleepover night

୨୧ sleepovers would be a casual thing for you and it was your favorite moment of the day cause lottie would turn it into a fashion show to model her new clothes for you

୨୧ speaking of it, you would constantly find yourself waiting in fitting rooms and their uncomfortable seats when lottie was trying on thousands of clothes just to buy (steal) one or two

୨୧ "do you think it looks too pink?" lottie comes out from behind the curtains to display the outfit she was trying on, featuring a fluffy pink cropped cardigan with short sleeves paired with a high-waisted, pink skirt that features vertical stripes

୨୧ "no, you look perfect," you say softly, eyes filled with affection while feeling a nervous flutter stirs in your stomach

୨୧ in parties, you would usually stick to her side and even though lottie wasn't extremely popular, people knew who she was. either because her parents had loads of money or cause, let's be honest, she fucking was stunning

୨୧ when offering to get her a drink and she would look at you with those pretty eyes and nod like "okay :)))"

୨୧ if you were part of the yellowjackets, during jackie's idea of telling the girls what you admire about them, you would DEF make her blush on purpose

୨୧ "lottie matthews..." you say lightheartedly and she's already screaming internally "you have the prettiest hair i’ve ever seen and a great fashion sense. and, yeah, you suck at french but you are so good at soccer and you have the biggest and kindest heart ever"

୨୧ and she's giggling and nervously rocking from side to side with her cheeks matching the color of her clothes

୨୧ lottie was a lonely kid and since her parents were always away, she would be taken care of by maids and housekeepers so she was easily anxious when speaking to people her age. luckyfor her, she would hide it quite well and the mean and cutesy lesbian in her would mask it greatly

୨୧ "does someone want to tell kelly kapowski to maybe worry less about prom and more about not fսcking up nationals?" lottie was mumbling in front of the mirror, fixing her bangs and makeup and you were ready to agree with anything she said

୨୧ "i know right?" but you didn't even know what kelly kapowski had said

୨୧ putting her money to good use, one of her favorite ways to show you how grateful she was for your friendship was to buy you things. not like once or twice but ALL. THE. TIME.

୨୧ books, vhs tapes of your favorite movies, vinyl, a cute dress you mentioned once, nice shoes, stuffed animals, things that reminded her of you. all you can possibly think of!!!

୨୧ "lot, you didn't have to. this must have cost a fortune!" and it's just her standing at your front door, hidden behind a huge teddy bear she bought for your birthday and a brand new walkman

୨୧ one night, when lottie's parents were home, she sneaked you in and you almost fell to your death when climbing the walls like fucking spider-man and getting to her room through the window but her perfume lingering around made everything worthy when she hugged you

୨୧ "thank you for coming, i know it's late," she lies in bed and tap the empty space beside her for you to join her. "it's okay, i was just watching a movie. i'm glad you called me"

୨୧ 'movie’ you said, but the flashback of you sleeping buried under the covers and snoring like an old guy comes to your mind...

୨୧ i feel like lottie would have a hard time opening up to people and letting them in but if they were genuine, she would trust them. but def insecure about telling you about her visits to the psychiatrist cause we all know she's just a silly girl with a few issues...

୨୧ but you were so respectful, reassuring and understanding to her that she doesn't feel ashamed or judged

୨୧ during that specific night when you were just hanging around together in her bed and talking about life, an accidental graze of her nose on yours led to an awkward moment that led to awkward giggles and an awkward and messy kiss and this was all you needed to call her your girlfriend

WHEN DATING

୨୧ even when dating, lottie would often feel insecure and ask you for help. reassuring her and telling her that there she wasn't broken and there was nothing wrong with her was something you always had to do but it didn't bother you at all. you were lottie's biggest worshiper and could spend hours just telling her how BADLY you loved her

୨୧ hear me out. lottie was a big fan of holding hands. you could be in class, watching a movie, reading together, talking with your group of friends, and even eating, but she was ALWAYS staring at you with pleading eyes and her palm facing up, extended in your direction, ready for you to hold her hand

୨୧ if you think she spoiled you too much already, you better take a seat cause that girl would show up at your place with presents all the time. "i know we agreed on saving money but i know how badly you wanted these..." you're speechless when she gives you something you really wanted

୨୧ but you can't get mad, you just thank her and kiss her adorable pout :(

୨୧ loves loves LOVES to give you small gifts as well like a pretty shell she found when going to the beach once or even her ENTIRE shell collection

୨୧ strongly believe that she would be the greatest big spoon ever and would love to cuddle you but doesn’t complain if you want to hold her

୨୧ lottie is TALL. a three would be afraid of her! im 100% convinced that she would put your stuff in a place you can't reach so you have to ask her for help. "baby, are you busy? can you get that for me?" and she's fighting demons to maintain her composure, resisting the urge to smile as she handles you the book she had just tucked away on the top shelf

୨୧ over protective lottie!!! she isn’t exactly jealous cause she trusted you a lot but is always around and keeping you in her sight. she has her arm around you all the time, drives you EVERYWHERE (makes her driver do that), and is always ready to defend you

୨୧ oh the many things that happened in the backseat that the poor driver had to ignore...

୨୧ if the crash had happened, one single mumble of yours about how hungry you were was ENOUGH for her to call nat and travis out. "lottie, there's no food. we looked everywhere!" "look harder!"

NSFW (MDNI)

୨୧ lottie spoils you with cute gifts but she’s not innocent. she would buy you the prettiest lingerie in the store just to fuck you in those 🤭

୨୧ she would adore when you face ride her. she just can’t resist to your moans and soft noises or how you feel so shy and dirty about it but just can’t stop. she loves to feel your legs around her face

୨୧ in fact, i’m a strong believer that she could just cum by hearing you moan her name. you can’t believe your eyes when you feel her nails dig into your thighs and lottie desperately closing her legs and rubbing them together, groaning into your pussy :(

୨୧ big fan of overstimulating you!!! holding your hips to keep you riding her face or her strap if she’s under you or rubbing your clit even after you made a mess on her fingers just to watch you squirm and cry for her 🤓

୨୧ i’ve mentioned this before BUT fucking you against a mirror in dressing rooms? she’s all in. even better if she’s fucking you from behind with a strap AND forcing you look at your messy and humiliating reflection in the mirror

୨୧ now when it comes to her, she loves when you suck her but keep your eyes on hers. eye contact is!!!! her fingers go crazy in your hair, pulling and holding so tight that it hurts but you don’t give a damn about it

୨୧ she wouldn't ever say no but she prefers to have her time with you instead of quickies. im a lottie hopeless romantic truther!!!

୨୧ i feel like she's not really loud when you're eating her out or fucking her, she just moans your name and lets lots of soft, weak and breathy noises and whimpers out 😵‍💫

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader

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atinystaypixie · 8 months

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Mirror, Mirror

📜: The new mirror you bought has a man inside of it. He gives you the best fucking you've ever had. Is the cold hearted man in your mirror really that mean after all?

⚠️: 18+ MDNI!!, Monster fucking, True form Sukuna, double penetration, fem reader, fucked dumb, belly bulge, NOT PROOFREAD, sex, I might have missed some stuff but it's sex, fucking!!!

🔍:1.9k+ words

Pixie's Spooktober 🔗

You should have known something was wrong. It was too good to be true. The shady shop in the corner of an alley had a sale and you were in desperate need of a mirror for your room. It was the prettiest thing you ever laid your eyes on. A mirror with beautiful detailing, full body length, and a good weight where it wouldn’t easily fall over and break. It looked like it was made for you. Any other shop would have sold it for a much higher price, but the shop owner was insistent that you take it. She seemed so sweet and as if she had your best interest at heart.

She didn’t.

You got it to your home and eagerly set it up in your bedroom. It was so perfect. It was large but so easy for you to move by yourself. The mirror compliments your room to perfection. It was the final piece you needed. Now you could check your outfits properly before leaving.

You had the mirror for a few weeks before you noticed something was off. It had been one too many times you walked past it and thought you saw something else other than your single reflection. You really knew something was wrong when you stared deeply into the mirror and another pair of eyes were staring back at you. The shrill you released was ear shattering and you wouldn't be surprised if your neighbors heard you.

"No need to scream." A bored voice spoke as you scrambled back from the mirror. Instead of your own reflection you are met with a shirtless man covered in tattoos. He’s buff, muscles defined, toned abs, large arms. Arms that don’t belong to a human. He has four of them.

“W-w-who are you? Wh-why….what?” You were stuttering over your words trying to process the four armed figure in your mirror. His face is shaped differently as well and your eyes are bouncing over him to take it all in. You’re scared and confused.

His introduction was quick and passive. He seemed highly uninterested in you and eventually got to the part of you boring him with your daily routine. “But, the worst of it all is seeing you struggle to orgasm. It’s pathetic.” A horrid gasp leaves you. You don’t know whether to be offended or disgusted at his invasion of privacy. “Give me your hand.”

“What?!” Your head snaps at his words.

“I won’t repeat myself.” He extends his hand and your confusion continues to grow. You cautiously crawl toward the mirror looking up at him. His eyes cast down on you waiting for you to reach up. His hand is still in the mirror so it makes no sense as to how you can take it.

Taking his hand was the best choice you ever made.

“Good slut, keep them spread.” Your pussy never felt so good. The pleasure was insane. You never thought you would feel someone playing with the spot deep inside your walls that made your mind numb. It never crossed your mind that every nerve in your body would be concentrated on your pussy.

The same hand you took, the same hand that pulled you into the mirror with the four armed man now had a mouth coming out of it as one of his two dicks stretched you open. His hand was latched to your clit, the wet tongue swirling your sensitive bundle of nerves in slow firm movements. It was the complete opposite of the way his dick was slamming up into you.

Your legs were pried open over his thicker ones. Although you were inside the mirror you could still see your reflection. Your pussy was wet from clit to entrance, his dick was shining with your juices. Your tits were bouncing with each thrust. He was so deep inside of you. It stung when he first entered you, it felt like you were being entered for the first time all over again. A slight bulge could be seen near the bottom of your tummy.

"Ngghhh!! Nggh! Sukuna!" He liked hearing such a weak human fall apart on his dicks. Your pussy was so sloppy he was fucking you with ease. The squelches coming from your hole were loud and nasty. He loved it. Another one of his hands wrapped around your throat as he made you keep looking in the mirror.

"Dirty little slut. Look at you whoring yourself on me. Sloppiest cunt I've ever seen." He spoke harshly into your ear making you clench around him. No one ever treated you like this and it's exactly what you needed.

The view and the way he was fucking into you made you cum faster than you ever had. You couldn't even say you were about to until you started squirting. The mouth on his hand was quick to catch it, not letting a drop go to waste. You were whiny when you came, if you heard yourself you wouldn't think it was you.

You felt his hands grab you and pull you off his dick making you face him. You didn't want to be empty even for a second but you didn't have to wait long.

"Wait! I haven't-"

"Shut up. It won't hurt." A sharp pain was felt in your neck distracting you from the foreign stretch. His teeth sunk into you making you dizzy as he pushed into your other hole. By the time the dizziness faded any pain you could have felt was gone. His dick was heavily coated in your essence still making the slide easy.

Your hands clutch at his shoulders as he flips you over pressing your back to the sheets. He slowly drags out of you, your hole is tight around him gripping in a draining pull.

"Look at you. So fucked out." His voice is dry, mockingly void of emotion as he looks at your glazed over eyes. You're unfocused, body only responding to the hard thrusts he is giving you. "You can't even talk. Pathetic." His large hand goes to hold your face again, this time his ring and middle finger slip past your lips. It's without you even widening your mouth for him, your jaw slack enough for him to maneuver however he wanted.

Your fucked out expression annoys him, he wants to hear you screaming again. A sinister smirk forms on his lips. He wants to see you stuffed in every hole and he still hasn't cum yet.

"You won't mind will you? Of course not." He answers for you slipping his other dick into your leaking cunt. He lines himself up properly at both your holes and slams into you. It gives him exactly what he wants.

"Aaahhh!! Ooooh…oh..mmmm!" Your eyes open fully before rolling backwards, your voice is hoarse but so loud, it's the perfect scream. He loves hearing women scream.

"Do it again. Scream for me again." He keeps fucking you, his long fingers pressing down on your tongue making your mouth stay open. You don't have a choice but to let out every whimper, every moan, every wail that rises out of you. He had you so full, you were stuffed. Both of your holes are fluttering around his dicks, your legs are shaking. It's so much.

"Go ahead. Cum for me again." His voice reaches your ears in a deep rumble. It's like he has control over your body because not even a second later your back is arching off the bed as you spray him with your juices again. Before tonight you barely even came, and now he's made you squirt twice. He isn't nice about it either. The sound of his hips brutally slapping against your skin is mixed with your wails. His hands are leaving bruises on you, two holding your thighs open and two digging into your waist.

"I'm going to fuck my seed into you." If you had half an ounce of brain right now you might protest. You might tell him to stop from the oversensitivity you felt. You might tell him to stop because you don't want a non-human entity to cum in you.

But that was if you had half an ounce of brain, instead like an obedient whore you furiously nod your head in agreement. "Please, want you to cum deep in me. Need it. Please….please." You were begging for him. Your body craved his seed. You wanted it to fill you to the brim and couldn't bring yourself to feel any shame about it as your scream turned into air from tiredness catching up with your body.

If anyone asked, it was the best feeling ever. It's what you had been missing your whole life. Two dicks releasing a thick substance inside of you. Two dicks throbbing inside your holes after making you squirt.

Sukuna grunts as he releases his seed into you. He gives you dirty praises for taking him like the filthy whore you really are. He loved every scream you let out for him. His eyes are locked on your fatigued body. The way you lie limply on his bed breathing heavily with your eyes barely cracked open.

"I'll clean you up, get some rest." It was the first decent thing he ever said to you. His tone wasn't as cold before, a hint of care in it. Your eyes close as you hear him start to shuffle around. For once, he actually seemed like a kind man.

He wasn't.

You wake up, but not opening your eyes yet. It felt like a dream, a weird dream. A man pulling you into a mirror and fucking your brains out on his bed. Who even has a bed in a mirror? And why doesn't this bed feel like your bed?

Alarms go off in your head making you sit up immediately. This isn't your room, this isn't your bed. Where are you?

"Look who's awake. The little fool who had her legs spread so eagerly for me." The familiar voice echoes in the space, you couldn't locate it though.

Clink, clink, clink.

"Look here." Those eyes, those same damned eyes were looking at you again but it was different this time.

"What did you do? How am I in here? Why are you out there? Let me out!" You scream at him through the mirror. Only this time you aren't in your room screaming, you're in his.

"I love your screams, the scared ones and the ones you make while I fuck you. However, I have no interest in them anymore. I'm free now and you will spending a hell of an amount of time in there." An evil chuckle creeps into your ears sending a chill down your spine. Tears form in your eyes as he makes you scared and confused again. He's free? He's free and you're stuck in here?

"Enjoy yourself, I won't be needing you anymore, whore." Sukuna doesn't give you time to protest, the sheet from your very own bed is thrown over the mirror blocking your view into the world you once lived in. His evil chuckle starts again as you hear him walking away leaving you trapped in the mirror he used to occupy. He's free in your world and now you're trapped in his mirror without even the slightest hint of how to get out.

Taking his hand was the worst choice you ever made.

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Thoughts of a Slutty Virgin ~ 🧚🏽‍♀️

Ayooo school whooping my ass but im bound n determined to finish my spooktober lissttt🥰🥰🥰

Anywayyss thank you for showing the Nanami fic love and if you read this one thank you too!! Thank you for voting on still fucking true form Sukuna tehehehehe🧚🏽‍♀️

ENJOY!

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old-fashioned-lover-boy · 8 months

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Sirius: Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the prettiest of them all?

Mirror: it's you

Sirius: Wrong. It's remus

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders fandom #marauders era #the marauders #hogwarts #marauders #the marauders incorrect quotes

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a-living-canvas · 2 months

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Darling Fool

"Oh, God…" Whumpee silently muttered. Their left ankle was bruised and slightly bleeding. Their bare feet touched the rough surface of the road. They didn't have any jackets, so Whumpee hugged themselves to provide some heat for the cold weather.

But it's all worth it! They would meet Caretaker soon. Caretaker must be proud of them for finally escaping from Whumper. They couldn't wait for the warm blanket, a loving hug from Caretaker, and to sleep in their bed again.

"Huff…huff…" Whumpee leaned on the wall nearby, eyes blurry and heavy. They haven't eaten since they escaped from Whumper. The feeling of hunger slowly got to them. They could smell the delicious aroma of food from the restaurant. The sight made them drooled a little.

Whumpee continued walking. They ignored the weird and judgemental look people glance at them. Their shirt was stained with blood, their hair was messy, knees bleeding. They looked more like a homeless person rather than someone who needed help.

Their eyes perked up when they saw a public restroom. They made their way to the place and looked at their reflection in the mirror. God, they looked awful. Caretaker must be scared to see them like this. Whumpee washed their face, cleaning the dirt and stain on their shirt and skin.

They tried to smile too. It felt awkward at first, given how long it had been since they got kidnapped by Whumper. They hoped they could make the prettiest smile for Caretaker.

Whumpee walked out of the public restroom and continued their way to their house. A few people offered them a ride, but they refused in fear of being taken again. Half an hour passed, Whumpee finally arrived at their house. Excitement building inside them as they took a deep breath and knocked the door three times.

…

Nobody answered. Whumpee knocked again, this time they pressed the doorbell. They waited and waited but nobody came out. Anxiety rushed through them. They knocked a little louder and faster, enough to make the people inside the house feel annoyed with the infuriating sound.

They kept knocking until finally the door opened and Caretaker appeared from behind. Whumpee's eyes perked up at Caretaker, they nearly hugged them out of happiness but stopped themselves from doing so. Caretaker looked at Whumpee with a frown on their face.

"Do I…know you?"

Caretaker asked. Whumpee's face went pale when they realised Caretaker didn't recognise them. Did they look…that different?

"It's…it's me…Whumpee…" Whumpee said, they tried to move closer to Caretaker but Caretaker backed away, their index finger covering their nose. Whumpee immediately stopped walking at the action, feeling embarrassment washed over them.

"Sorry, I don't think you are the person I'm looking for." Caretaker said as they slowly went inside again when Whumpee grabbed their wrist, resulting in Caretaker slapped their face.

"Don't touch me, you creep!"

"Caretaker, it's me! Please! Don't do this to me!" Whumpee pleaded, ignoring the sting feeling on their cheek. They kept clinging to Caretaker but they just pushed them away. Whumpee hugged Caretaker by their waist, holding them tight as tears watering in their eyes.

"Please, please remember me! I'm Whumpee!"

Caretaker sighed in frustration. They looked at Whumpee with a cold gaze. "Nice acting. But just so you know, there's already a few people who pretended to be my Whumpee just to get the money I offer from the missing poster."

"But I'm the real one! I'm not lying!" Whumpee showed their smile to Caretaker, tears rolled down on their cheeks. "Look at me, Caretaker! Don't you remember my smile?" Whumpee asked hopefully. Their smile faded when Caretaker pulled out their wallet and held out a few dollars to them.

"Take this, if you are that desperate for money."

Whumpee pulled away from Caretaker. They swallowed hard as they took in the reality they were facing. Caretaker sighed as Whumpee stayed still like a rock, they put the money on the ground before going inside and closed the door. Whumpee bit their bottom lip, holding the tears in as they watched the money scattered around their bare feet.

They walked away from Caretaker's house, leaving the money untouched.

"Oh, dear…" Whumper said, as they looked down at Whumpee. Whumpee was laying down on the street, hugging themselves tightly to fight the cold. They looked hazy and dazed, probably from starvation. Whumper sighed softly. They crouched down in front of Whumpee and stroked their hair.

"I told you, nobody cares about you anymore except me. Why do you need to be so stubborn, hm?"

Whumper lifted Whumpee in bridal style, carried them gently as they walked to their car.

"I will give you a warm blanket and a hot shower once we get home. Okay?"

Whumpee nodded, resting their head against Whumper's chest. Whumper rubbed their cheeks, frowning in concern.

"They hit you?"

Whumpee didn't answer, they just started crying again. "Hey…hey…shh…don't cry, I'm here with you now." Whumper held them tightly, trying to comfort them as much as they could.

"C-caretaker doesn't remember me anymore…t-they gave me money, b-but I don't want that…!"

"Shh…I know, I know." Whumper looked at Whumpee sympathetically. "Let's take care of your empty stomach first, okay?"

Whumpee nodded, "Okay…"

Part 2

#whump community #whump writing #whump #whumplr #whump drabble #caretaker #whumpee #whumper #whumper turned caretaker #carewhumper

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heartsfourdazai · 5 months

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౨ৎ. KISSING YOUR FRECKLES

SYNOPSIS: basically just the bsd men kissing your freckles all over your body bc i headcanon chuuya with face freckles.

FEATURING: chuuya nakahara, dazai osamu, nikolai gogol

WARNINGS: tooth-roting fluff<3 hopefully not too short, but short enough to be detailed, unedited writing

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white = couldnt properly tag

you poke chuuyas face over and over as he tried to cook dinner peacefully, well it was peaceful until his childish partner bothered him by poking him.

more specific, his freckles.

"babe?" he asked all suddenly, causing you to daze out of your trance, "huh?" you asked, looking at your boyfriend with a curious expression, "has anyone ever told you, you have beautiful freckles?"

he blushed slightly as you continued to poke your freckles again.

"i mean, shitty dazai mentioned them once, however he made fun of them instead of calling them..." he blushed at the word you used, "beautiful..."

you rolled your eyes, "that man never knows what he's talking about! I'm serious, there very pretty..." you smiled, "thanks." chuuya nods, going back to his cooking.

it wasn't hard to ignore you though, your pokes made him flinch every time because of just how sensitive his face was.

"yours are...too.." he complimented and you paused your poking on his face, "r-really?" now it was your turn to blush, which made chuuya grin, "yeah doll, I'd say there the most prettiest of them all." he leaned close to your face, turning off the stove to not caused a fire as he brought his lips closer to your cheeks, "chuuya! what-about dinner??" your mind was racing as you felt your boyfriends hot breath on your face; "it's basically done, but i'm not with you, sweetheart!"

you yelped as he suddenly pinned you to the wall and started to kiss your cheeks, more specifically your freckles on your cheeks, which caused bubbly laughter to escape from your lips chuuya could kiss for hours on end.

"chuhuya!" you laughed, "you may just have more pretty freckles then i have, what do you think?" you shake your head, giggling your top off, "no??" he gasped dramaticly making you laugh more, "well, allow me to prove you wrong, doll~"

your day was filled with chasing and kissing from your boyfriend<3

"should i cover these up?"

your voice caused your boyfriend to look up at you as he sat on your bed. you were in front of your makeup mirror that was on your desk, that was covered with school paper, makeup supplies, candies, and a whole lot of who knows what else.

he watched ad you held up concealer to your freckled face dazai would die for. he let's out a extremely dramatic gasp, almost cauing you to jump out of your seat as you looked back at him with a "what the fuck happened" face.

"ARE YOU UNWELL, WOMEN??"

"excuse me-AAHA??" you screamed as your boyfriend tackled you to the bed with him. you squirmed on top of him as he grunts, turning you on your stomach as he laid on the bed.

"dazai- what the hell- hehey!"

your anger turned into giggles as you felt his lips peck your face over and over. you were trapped in his massive bear hug as he held you tightly against his chest.

"stoahap!!" you giggled, trying to turn your head away from the boy who grabbed your chin gently to keep kissing your freckles, "now, what makes you think you should cover your adorable freckles?" he asked, taking a pause to kissing you to pinch your cheeks.

"it wahaas just a question!!" you yelped as he kept kissing you.

"it was a stupid question..these are so cute on you, bella~ dont you dare be ashamed of them!!"

"nikolaiahaha!! sto-AHWOW!!" you yelped once again as your boyfriend cuddled you into his arms and bite your cheek.

"i told you to stop biting mee!!"

you glared at him as he gave you a cheeky grin before nibbling on your cheeks, "ihmf cantfmp hempgf it-"

"yeah, you can help it!" you pout as he started to gently kiss your cheeks again. they were soft at first before he suddenly dug his teeth into the flesh of your skin.

"you told me you wanted to KISS my freckles, not BITE them off!!"

you weren't wrong-

he wanted to kiss them soooo bad. how could he not want to, they were soooo cute on you!!! made you look like a child, and when you smiled they moved with your smile and it made his heart melt.

"your cheeks are just so soft, dove, it's a challenge not to bite those cute cheeks of yours~"

as he started to kiss your freckles again, you grew more comfortable and leaned your head to his chest- "OW- okay- IHIM done!!"

just as your about to walk off, your felt yourself get dropped back onto nikolai's lap-

"noooo, don't leave~ lemme kiss youuu!!!" he tried to kiss your cheeks again, even your lip, bit you leaned away.

this went on for the next hour.

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heeliopheelia · 1 year

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"you ruined everything! i hope you're happy." (jay x fem!reader)

genre: smut word count: 0.8k requested by @jaylaxies ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, yn is a bit of a brat, spanking, swearing, hair pulling (if i missed anything lmk!!)

a/n: absolutely loved writing this one!! it's the first drabble for the 1k event, so i hope you guys enjoy it!! 💜

Your knuckles became white from how tightly you're gripping the sink, uncontrollable moans slipping past your lips as Jay muffles them with his rough hand on your mouth.

"So needy," he growls into your ear, hot air brushing over your earlobe. He holds your head up, fingers slightly digging into your cheeks as he makes you look at the both of you in the bathroom's mirror. The sound of skin slapping echoes through the tiled walls, completely distracting you from all the noise behind the night club's door.

Sneaking out from your friends wasn't too hard as all of them were way too busy absorbing ridiculous amounts of alcohol in your club's booth. And since it's Jay who's paying for all of their cravings, they can't let this opportunity go to waste now, can they? Well, Jay's paying for everything tonight, to be fair. It's your birthday after all and the party he's been planning with your friends for over a month.

"You ruined everything!" He scolds you, moving his hand to grip your hair and taking a good look at your pathetically fucked out face. Your body jerks forward with each of his thrusts, pelvic bone digging into the granite edge of the fixture. "I hope you're happy with yourself. All this planning - all for nothing just because my dirty girl couldn't keep her hands to herself."

He's right. You've been teasing him for the entire night, waiting for the moment when he couldn't take it any longer. Starting from subtly grazing his calf with your heel, moving all the way to boldly groping his semi-hard cock when no one was looking. The gloating smile never left your lips even for a second, up until now.

So what if you're wearing the prettiest dress you own - Jay's favorite actually, if he couldn't focus on anything else than the fact that you're not wearing anything underneath. Out of all 365 days in a year, you've decided to tease him this much on your birthday night. Shame on you, really.

"I didn't ruin nothing," you manage to breathe out through small gasps of air, clutching the porcelain sink as if your life depends on it. "If anything, I only made it better."

Jay scoffs at you, hips smacking against yours even more rapidly now. You feel all the air getting knocked out of your lungs yet you still push your ass further into him, hoping to get even more fraction from his sharp moves.

"You're lucky it's your birthday or you'd be in a big trouble right now."

"Oh, yeah? And what would you do?" You ask, voice shaky as he relentlessly ruts his cock into you. "You always only talk big but then do nothing about it."

"Really? That's not what you said last week when you couldn't walk for two days straight," he hums as he nibbles at your jaw playfully. His hand goes down to smack your ass sharply and you let out a loud moan. "But don't you worry, baby. You're gonna regret your words tomorrow, I promise."

With a happy purr, you let your eyelids fall close as you feel your climax approaching. You're becoming breathless, a string of moans leave your mouth and rings through the room along with the lewd sound the both of your bodies are creating. Neither of you cares for the impatient knocking on the door, way too captivated by the filthy reflection in the mirror that has you nearly mesmerised.

You whine shrilly. "Fuck, Jay, I'm so close!"

Your head drops down the second he lets go of your hair, moving his hand to grip your hip and pull your ass even closer as he pounds you. He presses his forearm against your back, pushing you down until you're almost folded in half and your chest is squashed against the sink. The sound of Jay's quiet grunts only rile you up even more and not even a minute later you're reaching your high, slightly shaking as loud whimpers leave your lips.

"Fuck," Jay hisses, knowing he's not gonna last much longer with you clenching around him this hard. His fingers grip the bottom of your dress and he rolls the fabric up, stopping it at your waist. He snaps his cock into you quickly, waiting until the last moment before pulling out and letting his hot cum spill on your ass.

You breathe out heavily, raising your head only slightly to look at Jay's teasing smile in the mirror. He starts fixing himself up, zipping his pants up before he notices you reaching for the toilet paper. He swats your hands away gently, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you straight on your wobbly legs. Biting back a smile, he tugs your dress down without cleaning you up and turning you around to kiss your lips hungrily.

"Jay, it's dripping down my ass," you whine out a complaint, feeling his cum slowly trickling down your thigh.

With a nibble to your bottom lip, he smacks your bum again with a grin. "Good, keep it like that. I'll give you more once we're back home," he says and pulls you into another kiss.

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sarahsmi13s · 1 year

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You Better Not Die

(not my gif)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x actress!reader

characters: jake seresin, fem!reader, the dagger squad (mentioned), beau simpson, jake’s parents

warnings: mostly fluff, flashbacks, dogfighting, i believe that’s all

word count: ~3.7k

a/n: the poll has spoken, i will be posting the others in the days to come

also, i know the title is dramatic but trust me it makes since lol

quick summary: you’re an actress that ran into jake when your career first started

**********

Hangman’s favorite show is NCIS. Seriously, theman is obsessed with the show. I mean he watched NCIS with his parents growing up, so when he left to join the Navy that was how he felt close to them.

When Jake met you, you were just starting your career in acting and he was going to TOP GUN.

You had been visiting your uncle, as you were staying with him while you auditioned for TV shows and movies, when Hangman had quite literally ran into you.

*********

Jake walked out of the base gym, shirt off and towel around his neck. He was just whistling as he walked to the locker room, not seeing you as you rounded the corner.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry,” you apologized immediately.

He looked at you, brow raised. He originally planned to just snap at you, tell you to watch where you were going but your sweet voice made him stop.

He made eye contact and his brain fogged over for a second. “I wasn’t watching where I was going, that’s my bad.” He shook his head, “Neither was I, Sweetheart.” His eyes scanned you, making you blush. “I definitely would have noticed you.”

You couldn’t stop the giggle leaving your mouth, but Jake didn’t want you to. That was one of the prettiest sounds he’d ever heard.

He glanced around and back to you, noting the fact you were wearing civvies. He also watched the way your eyes darted back and forth as you also looked around.

“You seem lost.” You chuckled, scratching the back of your neck, “Uh, yeah, I’m looking for my-”

“Y/N,” a voice called from down the hall. Both you and Jake turned to see who the voice belonged to.

His eyes widened and he looked down at you, seeing a smile break out across your face. He wasn’t sure why he had butterflies in his chest - What am I? A 15 year-old girl? - but he knew one thing, that he wanted to see that smile directed at him.

He dreaded the words that were about to come out of your mouth. Praying that they weren’t what he thought they were.

“Uncle Beau!”

Whew!

Jake visibly relaxed, at least Cyclone wasn’t your father. I mean he was your uncle, but father is much more threatening.

He could work with uncle.

“Lieutenant Seresin? Class ended early today, what are you still doing here?” Cyclone asked when he approached the two of you. “It was still early in the day, sir. Work doesn’t stop for a little bit of rain.” Cyclone just nodded at him, appreciating his work ethic.

Cyclone turned to you, “How’d it go?” You nodded, “Pretty good. I just need to wait for call backs.” He smiled, “I’m sure you did great. Now let’s go, I’m starving.” You nodded, “Lead the way.” Beau nodded and walked ahead of you.

Hangman tilted his head and looked confused. “I don’t want to call you ‘Lieutenant’ next time I see you. Got a name to go along with those rippling pectorals?” Jake couldn’t help but to mirror your smirk and flex just a little bit.

He was glad that his chest and face were still red from his work out, it hid the flush very well. “Hangman-” He chuckled at your unamused face. “But, I let pretty ladies call me Jake.” You nodded, smiling, “Jake Seresin.” He had to swallow the groan when he heard you say his full name. You said it dreamily and it sounded heavenly to him.

“Y/N-” Cyclone peeked his head around the wall and saw you both still talking. He shook his head and marched to you.

He grabbed your wrist, “Nope.” He looked at Jake, “Hangman, no.” He pulled you down the hall and you waved to Jake, a beaming smile thrown in his direction.

He watched you disappear around the corner before smiling to himself.

“Hangman, yes.”

**************

That was 7 years ago and you and Hangman were engaged.

He had been called back for the Uranium mission back in May and that was when you were filming for a show you didn’t tell Jake the name of.

The crew met you when they got back. Not believing for a second that Jake had a famous actor as a fiancé.

Needless to say they were surprised.

Fanboy actually recognized you. It was cool.

Especially when a few months later he was texting you about the fact you were in She-Hulk.

Jake was so proud of you and how far you’ve come in your career, you being equally as proud of him and his accomplishments. He bragged about you like he bragged about himself.

He watched everything you were in, even if critics said it was bad.

If you had to do research for a role, he was right there helping and taking notes. He worked lines with you when he could. Sometimes he went with you to set, if he had the time, loving to watch you in action.

Unless it was a kiss or sex scene, then he just went to your trailer. One time though, your costar wasn’t feeling great and didn’t want to get you sick, it was a make out scene and Jake looked close enough to the costar that he just filled in for the kiss

*******

That all leads to now.

It has been about five months since the mission and the squad took up instructing positions at TOP GUN.

Currently it was raining, which meant no one could be in the air. But that didn’t stop Jake from waking you up before the sunrise to go to the gym with him.

Not that he thought you needed to, he just hated working out alone. And you gave him perfect motivation.

When you got home, you made Jake carry you from the truck to the house, it was the least he could do.

Using the bottom of your shirt, you wiped the mixture of sweat and ran from your face. “I’m in dire need of a shower,” you said, grabbing waffles from the freezer as an after workout snack.

Jake slid up behind you as you waited for you at the toaster. “Me too. Why don’t you say we clean two birds with one stone?” You turned to him, “Did you just say ‘clean two birds’?” “I did.” “Were you trying to be clever?”

A teasing smirk played on your lips and Jake just looked at you unamused, “You wound me. You know that? You really wound me.” You pouted, “I’m sorry, Baby. Let me make it up to you.” You pulled him down by his dog tags for a kiss.

He groaned into your mouth and pressed you against the counter, causing you to giggle into his mouth. His hands pulled at your workout clothes to get you closer to his torso. The sweaty fabric was pulled free from your skin, causing you to shiver as the AC cooled the soaked fabric.

You were so deep into this makeout session that you forgot about your waffles.

Yelping when the toaster popped up behind you, you pulled away from Jake. Jake had also flinched, more so at your yelp than the toaster.

You slapped his chest when he laughed at you and turned to get your waffles.

He leaned forward to take a bite of one, but you pulled it away, shaking your head. Taking a bite you poked his chest, “Get your own snack!” He jutted his bottom lip out, before smirking.

You rose a brow, “I don’t like that look.” Hangman laughed and picked you up by your thighs, hoisting you over his shoulder, making you sit your waffles on the countertop. “Jacob Glen, what do you think you’re doing?” He laughed again, “I found my snack.” He playfully bit your thigh before walking to the living room.

You smacked his butt, “Jake, put me down! I need to eat and then shower, I’ve got meetings today!” He stopped, grabbed your hips and placed you back on your feet.

“You do? It’s Monday, I thought you didn’t have meetings on Mondays?” You sighed, “I don’t, usually, but something came up on someone’s schedule and we had to move it up. I forgot to tell you, I’m sorry.” He shook his head, “It’s okay, Darlin’. I get it. But…” He felt like a child for what he was about to ask.

“Will you be back in time for the premiere of the new season of NCIS?” You bit your lip and grabbed his hands, “I wish I could give you an answer, Baby. But I don’t know, I’m sorry.” He nodded and looked down, again feeling like a child.

Jake was really looking forward to watching it with you. It was a Seresin tradition to huddle in the family room, order take out of some kind (usually pizza) and start the season together.

“I know how much it means to you. I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure those meetings go as planned and are on time. I might break some traffic laws.” Jake laughed, making you smile. He shook his head, “You don’t have to break traffic laws, just text me if anything has to change.”

He gestured to the tv, “It’s set to record and we can just watch it when you get here.”

You shook your head, “You hate breaking tradition…” Jake squeezed your hands, “I’d break every tradition for you.” You kissed his knuckles and giggled.

He chuckled, “What?” “If I told the squad the big bad Hangman was so down bad for his girlfriend that he’s willing to wait to watch a tv show, they’d laugh in my face.” He laughed, throwing his head back as he pulled you to him, “I don’t know about that. They know how much I love you.” He kissed the top of your head, “And how proud I am of you.”

Smiling, you leaned your head back, “I think you earned yourself a waffle, Lieutenant.”

********

After your shower you had a little bit of time to kill. So you cleaned while your hair air-dried and then got ready for your meeting before being out the door.

Hangman had to busy himself. He did laundry, went through all the items that were meticulously organized and wrote down what you were low on.

He actually started to pre-plan for the wedding, considering you had been too busy to actually start. Jake looked at venues, caterers, you know the broader things he knew you would be more likely to come to an agreement on. He knew how picky you were. One thing he knew you for sure wanted was a fall wedding.

Eventually it was nearing the time for the new episode to air, and he was anxious.

You haven't messaged except to tell him how the meetings had gone. Some had actually not taken as long as you thought. So everything was looking like you’d be home with time to spare.

Then you called.

Jake picked up immediately, “Hey, everything okay?” “Yeah, I’m on my way home. But the traffic is really bad right now. I’m looking at like another hour, maybe two.” Jake checked the time, it was 5 o’clock, the show aired at 7.

“That’s okay, it starts at 7. If it starts before you get home I’ll just pause it.” You sighed, with a little pained grunt at the end. You were definitely in need of a massage. “I’ll call you when I get close to the house.” “Alright, drive safe. I love you.” “I love you too, Jakey. See you when I get home.”

******

Two hours later, Jake had the TV paused as he waited for you in the kitchen.

He quickly called you, just to check on you.

“Jake, I’m sorry, I meant to call you.” “It’s okay, Sweetheart. I wanted to make sure everything was okay.” “Yeah, everything’s good. I actually put in an order for pizza. I’m going to pick it up right now, shouldn’t take me too long. If you want to go ahead and start it, you can just tell me what happens when I get home.”

Jake bit his lip, “Are you sure?” “Yes, Darlin’, I’m sure.” He smiled at the small twang in your voice that you picked up from being around him for so long. “Okay, see you in a little bit.” “See you in a minute, I love you.” “I love you too.”

Jake went to the living room, beer in hand and phone opening Pinterest. You made him download it after you found hundreds of screenshots of random projects in his gallery.

Anyway, he sat down on the couch and unpaused the TV, watching the opening scene. It was generally the same formula: random citizen finds the dead body of a naval officer or a marine, or something along those lines. Then the opening credits.

This time, it was a naval aviator: Lieutenant Theodore Ackley; call sign “Teddy”. Hangman chuckled as he sipped his beer, “And I made fun of Bob…”

He scrolled through his phone, not bothering to watch the opening credits; they were the same every time.

Jake reclined as commercials followed right after, planning to pause it once the show came back on. He also kept an ear out for the sound of you pulling in, that way he could meet you at the door.

He glanced up from his scrolling when he heard the distinct sound of the show returning. He reached for the remote to pause it, but he stopped when the screen filled with the tell-tale signs of a cinematic flashback.

It was of pilots in a dogfight.

Hangman knew he should have paused it, but something drew his attention in. He wanted to listen to make sure they got details right, made sure it was as accurate as a show could make it.

“Teddy! Teddy! I need some assistance over here!” Jake’s ear perked up, that voice was so familiar but it was somewhat muffled by the mask.

“Athena! Athena! He’s on our tail!” The distinct down of a missile lock rang out. “Shit! They’ve got a lock! Hawk-” “Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!” “Deploy flares!”

Jake needed to pause it, he really did. Not just for you, but for him, this was getting a little much. A little too accurate. But it was like a car wreck, he just couldn’t look away.

Flares got deployed. But he was firing guns quickly. “We took a hit!” “Shit!”

The planes dipped and dodge, breaking left and right. “We can’t shake this guy! Teddy, where are you!?” “I’m coming, Athena!” Hawk’s voice came over. “He got a lock again!” “Smoke Athena!” Hawk called out and hit the flares.

Nothing. They were out of flares, they had been out of missiles for a bit having shot down two others already. Athena turned to her backseater, “Hawk?” “We’re out of flares, A!” “‘thena, evade!” She tried her best, but as she did, her engine went out. They were hit.

And that’s when the nightmare stopped, a figure shooting up in their bed - well, off the floor.

That’s when Jake paused it. Mainly because the character on the screen; hair disheveled, chest heaving, wide, tear-lined eyes, and dog tags hanging from her neck, was you.

He was completely surprised. You hadn’t said a word to him about being in this episode, or about being on the show period. But he was proud of you.

He was so enveloped in the screen that he hadn’t heard you pull in or come inside.

“Jake? Baby?” You kick off your heels, making a mental note to pick them up later. “Jake?” You have an arm full of pizza and your purse is slipping from your shoulder.

You glanced to the couch seeing him leaned forward, looking at the screen. “Jacob, I could really use some assistance.” He didn’t respond. You took a glance at the TV and saw your face. You sighed and chuckled as you made your way to the island and sat your purse down along with the pizza boxes.

You padded over and sat down, making Jake look at you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I wanted to surprise you.” He laughed, hugging you tightly, “Consider me surprised, Honey. I’m so proud of you.” You smiled, kissing his neck before resting your chin on his shoulder. “Thank you, Jake.” He pulled back and kissed your nose.

Gently, he pulled you up and shoved you to the bedroom as he moved to the kitchen. “Go get comfy and I’ll fix our plates.”

******

“No, no, no, what are you doing?!” Jake bolted to sit up on the couch.

Currently, your character was holstering her weapon and stepping to the suspect. “Rosemary, if you want justice for your brother… You need to kill me.” The girl on screen shook her head pointing the gun at the pilot in her grasp that was in Athena’s previous squad.

“No, she doesn’t need to do that.” You chuckled and sipped your soda. “Jake, just watch the show.” He looked at you, “I can’t ‘just watch the show’. I will be so upset if you die.” You rolled your eyes and grabbed your slice of pizza.

“No, ‘thena… I could never kill you. You were Charlie’s best friend.” “I was also his pilot. I was supposed to keep him safe and bring him back to you. It was my responsibility.” “You weren’t even supposed to be on that mission, Athena,” the hostage choked out. “If I hadn’t buzzed the tower, I would have been in the sky, not you and Hawk.”

Athena gave him a pointed look, and he shut up.

“Rose-” “No! Harper, I can’t kill you, I don’t blame you. Charlie wouldn’t want me to do that…” “But he would want you to kill and blame others?”

Rose bit her lip, “Lieutenant Ackley should have been there… Lieutenant Cole should have been there!” Your character nodded, “I know, but I don’t blame them. They couldn’t have done anything. I should have been better, the one time I got in my own head, it got your brother killed. I’m so sorry, Rose.”

Rose turned the gun on your character and let Cole go.

Jake grabbed your hand, “I swear, Y/N-” “Just watch, Jake.”

Harper pressed her head into the barrel, “Do it. Get justice for Charlie.” The camera focused on Rose moving her finger to the trigger, making Jake hold his breath.

“I can’t…” She dropped the gun and then fell to her knees. Jake placed a hand over his heart and let out the breath. “You’re so dramatic.”

Your character kicked the gun away and embraced the girl, comforting her before ultimately arresting her.

After some closing scenes and a heartfelt moment between Harper and the team, the credits rolled.

“Don’t do that to me,” Jake said, serious in his expression but playful in his tone. “But seriously, that was so awesome. I’m so damn proud of you.” He hugged you and laid you back on the cushions of the couch. He rested his head on your stomach.

You ran your fingers through his hair, “Thank you, Honey. I’m glad you think so. I worked really hard to try and play this character as accurately as possible. I hope I did it justice.”

He nodded against your belly, “I think you did more than that. You work so hard for every role you play, and this one was no different. I can’t wait to see what you do with her in future episodes.”

You rose a brow and stopped moving your hand, “What makes you think she’s in more episodes?”

Jake pushed himself up, “Because she’s a badass and a character with depth, she actually reminds me of Maverick, which I feel was intentional, not the point. And- And! She is going to be loved by the fans.” “Well I’m glad you feel that way. My biggest fan right here.” He smirked and kissed you, rumbling out a “Don’t you forget it” when he pulled away.

As he laid himself back on your stomach, his phone rang with a face time from his mom. “Who is it?” “Your mom.”

You answered it, smiling at your mother-in-law, “Hi, Bonnie!” “Oh, Y/N, Darlin’ hi!” “Thanks Ma, I’m here too.” “Oh Jacob hush,” she said, a teasing smirk on her face.

“I just wanted to call and talk about the latest episode. We just finished it, and might I say it was great!” Jake smiled, “You’re tellin’ me. I loved it.” “Oh, and Y/N, sweetie, you did so good! You’re so talented!” “Thank you, Bonnie.”

She sighed, “I let it slide earlier, but Sweetheart you have been in our family for seven years now and will be in it for more to come, you can call me ‘Ma’.” Jake watched the heat tint your cheeks pink as you corrected yourself, “Thank you, Ma.” “That’s better.”

Bonnie continued to talk about the episode with you, even getting into how it was to work with your co-stars. Jake just watched, content with seeing you so happy.

“Well, John and I are so proud of you Y/N. We’ve got to be up for work tomorrow, so I better head to bed, John’s already asleep.” “I thought I could hear him snoring in the background,” Jake spoke up after being quiet for a few minutes. “Oh, Jake, I thought you fell asleep too,” Bonnie laughed on the other end. “No ma’am, just listening to my girl being passionate about her job.” She smiled at her son. “Well, I better head to bed. Goodnight sweethearts, love you!” “Love you too Ma,” you both said, biding her a goodnight and hanging up.

Jake nuzzled himself into your shoulder this time, but pulled back when he heard you sniffle.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” He brought his hand up to hold your face.

You chuckled, smiling as you shook your head. “Nothing, it’s just,” you laughed again. “I have so much support and it means so much to me. I honestly don’t know where I’d be without you. You have stood by me through every audition, good or bad. Through every hate comment and sexist interviewer. You, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, have been by my side throughout all of it.”

He smiled and brought your left hand to his lips, kissing your engagement ring, “And I plan to keep it that way.” You smiled, using your combined hands to tilt his face to kiss him, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed!

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lestatitties · 12 days

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Mirror mirror on the wall who's the prettiest slut of them all

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the-arcade-doctor · 7 months

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>> Jay. a 5’8, 17 (now 18) year old boy (when he feels like) with tan skin, wearing a black hoodie with a green “87” on it, grey sweatpants, and black shoes, under his hood lies a led visor displaying green animated eyes. He runs an arcade, overseen by a plague doctor suit made out of keyboard symbols, it has a parasitic relationship with his soul that enhances his ego. he runs an arcade as a front to gain more power to cut the strings of fate the gods have cast upon him.

[ jay speaks like this. ]

Jay, he found his way into a mysterious world occupied by a lone plague doctor, a beast who wore a mask of violet, the first ever "text doctor", at least, that's what he called himself, the plague doctor made out of... ASCII symbols? His name was Screech (@the-text-doctor), they got to know each other, the beast was wiser, older, had a family and most of all? POWER. Jay eventually stumbled onto a stray portal, and found a dimension with a lone arcade in it. It was empty, abandoned. It was quiet at first. Then the trials began with new technology Jay founded. His suit. A green, distorted form of the plague doctor made of symbols he met from days before. it was a beast forever crying emerald tears.. It took over the dimension. Slowly at first, but then rapidly, the floors turned black, the walls turned a dark shade of green, the arcade grew, seemingly floating. It was all falling into place. J:\\ THE SUIT \\\\ A green plague doctor made out of ASCII symbols, slashes make up his limbs and torso, and tear streaks fall down his mask. His left arm is corrupted heavily, with claws made of black triangles. He also has one corrupted wing made out of corrupted textures and glitch artifacts, on his chest lies a dark green mantle with two mirroring "J"s. His belt is made of square brackets and equal signs. This suit was made a host of the place it is now known for, but also to fight, and fight it does, it would be unwise to pick a fight with it in it's unnatural habitat.

thanks to @just-hyper-active for jotette's neck fluff [ J:\\ JOTA SPEAKS LIKE THIS. ] [ ♀J:\\ JOTETTE SPEAKS LIKE THIS. ]

The suit, when worn, made him agitated, angry, violent, egotistical, envious, and any other sense of the words, so much so that it took over his very soul, encasing it in a green hue, and wings, ever since, everyone wanted that exotic, digitized soul for themselves. The Jotette side grade makes Jay feels as if he's the prettiest thing on two legs, still as pyschopathic.

It was perfect for what he needed. He's been researching other worlds for a while, so they were next, but until then? He needed somewhere to cover up his research... the arcade would do just fine. He'd get to lounge around all day, and work on gaining more strength by night. Eventually, he opened the arcade, and attracted quite a crowd. He didn't feel much for them, just lambs to the slaughter, he thought. but eventually he grew fond of some of his visitors, some he loved seeing, some less so. his power grew... but he needed more. He eventually found other worlds, more creatures like his suit, “text doctors” as he calls them, more forms to take, more things to assimilate into his growing matrix of code and hate. J:\\ THE LESSER GODS \\\ In the world of digital evils known only by "EXEs", there lie creatures who couldn't get their hands on the vessels everybody knows them for, Sonic, Mario, Pac-Man, the like. These creatures have been festering inside unknown and uncared for video games, i.e one-off titles or edutainment games. They all think the ranks of Sonic.EXE have it too easy since they have more recognizable vessels, so they've decided to form in gangs of sorts, Jay has felt pity for them, and built a refuge for some of them called Circuitboard City. ENTRY #2: THE DIMENSION, THE BOARDER BETWEEN THE PHYSICAL AND DIGITAL REALMS

J:\\ OUTSIDE \\\\ A vast, black expanse, adorned with grid-patterned green lines and shrouded mountains that conceal Circuitboard City. Green floating stairs serve as the arcade entrance, the space under the arcade leading to an underground subway entry point for access to Circuitboard City.

J:\\ SUBWAY \\\\ The Subway, a dark green and somewhat dirty underground passage, links the arcade to the wonders of Circuitboard City, some Lesser Gods have taken refuge here as opposed to Circuitboard City.

J:\\ CIRCUITBOARD CITY \\\\

helped by @just-hyper-active The cyber-city sprawls beyond the mountains, initially visible like a distant skybox. However, the true nature of this place is revealed when you journey there through the Subway, unlocking Circuitboard City in it's fullest. Jay shelters Lesser Gods amidst the skyscrapers, surrounded by advertisements for JOTA's Arcade.

J:\\ ARCADE INTERIOR \\\\ Inside the arcade, a surreal extension of JOTA's twisted yet whimsical persona unfolds with moving wall patterns and nonsensical floors. Rows of cabinets, a prize corner, and a maintenance room entrance mark the journey. As one ascends towards JOTA's office, the rooms defy Euclidean logic, with unconventional door placements, and other such glitchy mishaps.

J:\\ HALLWAY \\\\ A simple hallway stretching to both the left and right of the office. J:\\ MYSTICS ROOM \\\\ A room where Jay's been studying various deities and other such creatures, such as Zalgo, Screech, and more. This room is to the left of the office hallway.

J:\\ JOTA'S OFFICE \\\\ JOTA's office, a dark green room adorned with silver accents. A faux bird rug lies in the center, and a dark green desk bears a lunatic's scribbles. Nearby stands a simple polygon statue of a pixelated emerald-textured plague doctor. Wall sketches depict a green heart with expansive wings and stylized plague doctors drawn from simple lines and shapes. Above, a mounted skull with a "GAME OVER - JOTAPHOBIA" plaque completes the room.

J:\\ JAY'S BEDROOM \\\\ Jay's bedroom, features a beanbag bed, the sole Sega Genesis in the arcade ever since a run-in with Sonic.EXE himself, Sonic posters, and invisible ink-laden posters of the other text doctors, the Cade Crew, and Jay himself. The dark green room houses a simple stand with drawers, holding obscure games, and a basic TV. This room is to the right of the office hallway.

J:\\ JOTA'S THRONE \\\\ On the main floor, JOTA's throne, a giant green chair, stands amidst corrupted textures and computer parts, adorned with a "GAME OVER" banner. J:\\ SUIT JUNGLE \\\\ Behind the curtains of the throne room lies the enigmatic Suit Jungle, featuring towering, unreachable arcade cabinets and one of them stands far above the rest, displaying myriad copies of JOTA's suit, glaring at whoever roams by, amid twisted metal trees and digital leaves, static falls like water and error messages are the closest thing to clouds, more copies of the suit are found crawling around, acting as birds, glitching green messages, seemingly written by Jay himself adorn the place's floors and walls.

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Jay first encountered Sonic.EXE, also known as "X," during an event called Incident X. This voidspawn manifested itself as Sonic and attempted to claim Jay's soul. The encounter took place fashionably late at JOTA's arcade, following the Halloween EXE Takeover in 2023. Since then, X has been engaging in periodic battles with Jay's suit.

X derives pleasure from toying with human souls, leaving Jay concerned about how long he can keep the entity amused before facing potential death. In the aftermath of the incident, Jay discovered the existence of other entities similar to X, collectively referred to as The Lesser Gods or The X Underlings.

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