#FUCKING USE THE RIGHT GODS DAMNED WORD!!!

[dollarbils]

admit you want me | b.e.

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. billie, your roommate, starts a fight with you which soon gets heated.

warnings. violent language, harsh insults, physical violence, mean!billie, smut.

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you’d both forgotten why you were fighting. something about billie’s lifestyle, particularly the many women you’ve woken up to using your towels, in your shared bathroom. but it had escalated into much more, insults hastily thrown left and right.

“oh my god, quit bitching.” the tips of her hands pushed your shoulders away from her, causing you to stumble back. disbelief plastered on your face, however, still choosing to ignore it.

“i’ll quit bitching, if you quit being such a god damn whore.” she went silent and you regretted it immediately, her temper wasn’t one to mess with and now that you had, it sparked an inkling of fear.

“what the fuck did you just call me.” she grabbed your shoulders but you quickly pushed her off you, fighting her physically instead of answering the question.

“fucking quit it!” she yelled before losing it and pushing you harshly against the wall, pinning your arms by your side with immense protest from your side.

“repeat what you said.” she said it as if she hadn’t heard you. no, she hadn’t fully believed she heard you.

“you heard me perfectly, billie.” her tongue poked her cheek as she chuckled.

“repeat it, i dare you.” she taunted, expecting your defeat. you’d never usually stood up to her this much, you’d always put up with her bullshit excuses in the past.

“i asked you to quit being a whore.” she nodded her head a couple times, taking in your words.

“i was hoping i’d misheard you.” her eyes tore past your facade, staring deep into your own.

“nope.” you’d mustered all the confidence you had left, knowing you’d break within the next minute. your hands were already numb from the force at which she had your wrists locked to the wall.

“i think you should take some time to reevaluate.” she suggested, moving dangerously close to your face.

“hm, i don’t think i need to.” she pushed her body against yours as you groaned, her lips brushing yours when she opened them to speak again.

“no? i mean it’s hypocritical really.” you raised your brow and she fake-pouted, mocking you.

“how the fuck is it hypocritical?” her clothed breasts were pushed up against yours, and you’d lingered on the thought for a second to long, but you kept up the strong face.

“don’t act like your not a little whore yourself.” she was teasing you purely for her amusement now, the fight long forgotten. her focus had moved to breaking you. cracking you open. ruining your perspective of your own innocence.

“i’m not going to entertain this for your pleasure, billie. fuck off.” she mocked your tone of voice and you rolled your eyes, she was so fucking childish.

“trust me i’ve got an entirely different view of what my pleasure is. teasing you barely makes top fifty.” she retorted, dismissing any hint of enjoyment in talking to you.

“top fifty? what an honor.” it was your turn to mock her, and she lifted your chin, her eye’s menacing as she looked at you.

“you’re such a fuckin’ brat.” she shook her head, reflecting on her words.

“it turns you on doesn’t it.” this time you’d truly caught her off guard, as her expression visibly shifted.

“what’s got you so brave today?” she deflected from the comment, neither affirming nor denying.

“maybe I’m just sick of your bullshit.” you brought the heated conversation back to the topic of your fight.

“my bullshit?” she seethed, daring you to voice what exactly her bullshit was.

“yes your fucking bullshit. your out here fucking different girls every night, which i wouldn’t have a problem with if you weren’t so goddamn loud, and if they had the common decency not to use my towels. i’m doing like twenty loads of laundry each week!” she had to stop herself from laughing at your outburst.

“this is all over some fuckin’ towels?” she raised her brow in disbelief.

“no! it’s the principle!” frustration coated your words, she didn’t get it.

“so all i’m getting from this is that you’re jealous.” she shrugged her shoulders and you couldn’t help rolling your eyes. she kept her tone calm and collected, while you were practically raging at her.

“wha- jealous? how the fuck did you come up with that nonsense?” she chuckled when you defended yourself.

“nonsense is a bit dramatic, babe.” she licked her teeth, the term of endearment catching you off guard.

“don’t call me that.” you huffed, she was no longer holding you against your will, and it had come to your attention. you weren’t fully sure why you were still stationed against the wall, giving her the space to tower over you.

“why not?” she teased, this was all a game to her.

“because it’s not going to be that easy to get into my pants.” she laughed softly again.

“and what makes you think that’s what i want?” she poked her cheek with her tongue, hypocritically staring at your lips.

“you’re not the best at hiding it.” she smiled though you thought she’d take offense to the comment.

“yeah? i think you like the attention though.” she bit her lip as she leaned in, closer to your face, testing the waters before she made any sort of commitment.

“mm, maybe.” you shrugged your shoulders playfully but she just kept staring down at you.

“so are you gonna admit it or not?” she tilted her head in question.

“admit what?” she shook her head slightly, as if to warn you not to play dumb.

“admit you want this,” she tightened her grasp on your waist, “admit you want me.”

“nope.” she bit her lip at your response, god it turned her on when you denied her.

“that’s a shame.” she grabbed your chin and her lips met yours, hot and fiery as she pushed you further into the wall. you kissed her back almost instantly, not welcoming her, but submitting to her as if you had no choice. your rationality had fled but you couldn’t care less, her lips too soft, too plump, too warm to think about anything else.

“damn.” she broke away, as breathless as you, her heart racing yours.

“yeah, uh. that was-” you were flustered, not knowing what to do with yourself or your words.

“js’ shut up.” she brought her lips to yours again, this time forcing herself into your mouth, tongues dancing as she backed you through the door and into her bedroom. she continued kissing you while she took control of your movements, only breaking away to push you onto the bed.

“billie.” you called as she unzipped her jeans, soon doing the same to yours.

“mhm? get used to saying’ that.” you rolled your eyes, continuing your previous sentence.

“how many girls have you fucked in this bed?” she raised an eyebrow, figuring out wether you were serious or not.

“why? jealous?” she didn’t answer the question.

“not by a long shot, just curious.”

“mhm. sure.” she ignored the question completely, forgetting about what you’d said.

“open up.” she gestured to your mouth, and soon her saliva met the back of your throat, as she stared at you, silently instructing you to swallow.

“look who’s bein’ a good girl all of a sudden. such a slut, taking everything i give you.” her words were contradictory, but you didn’t bother pointing it out, blaming it on her chaotic mind.

“nothin’ to say?” her strap dug into your thigh when she hovered above your face.

“fuck y-” she smirks as she breaks up your words with the tip of her strap gliding across your entrance.

“what was that?” your face shys away from her, eyes closing and turning your head to the side. she makes an effort to express her discontent with this, pulling your face by your cheeks, forcing you to look at her.

“bil.” your plea didn’t go unnoticed and she held your hips to stop you from squirming.

“what?” you pouted when she didn’t move from her position.

“billie.” she bit her lip, enjoying how filthy her name sounded when it came out of your lips like that.

“you can keep whining my name but it won’t tell me what you want.” she shrugged her shoulders, her lips tracing patterns against your neck as your breaths grew heavy.

“please, i need-” she sunk her strap into you slightly, stealing way your breath as your mouth fell open. god she wanted to take a picture, having you like this was so hot.

“hm? what do you need? admit it baby, come on.” you still didn’t reply, testing her patience.

“okay, i’ll help you out a bit yeah? do you want this? my strap?” she wished she was recording, having had no proof of you agreeing to her words when you nodded your head.

“yes, bil. please.” she would’ve teased you further, but she couldn’t resist pushing into you. losing herself in the process.

“i want you.” you’d said once your walls had adjusted to her size, clenching around it in attempt for friction.

“if only you could see yourself now, my whore.” she smirked down at you, gliding her strap in and out very subtly watching you fall apart.

“mm, billie.” you gave in, moaning her name openly now, watching her enjoy it more than she’d ever let on.

“mhm? what’s up baby?” her hands travelled around your breasts, warm against her skin.

“harder pl-please.” now she really wished she’d been recording.

“what was that?” she asked you to repeat yourself, fastening her hands on your hips as she continued diving into you.

“billie.” her movements quickened, sending you back against the pillow.

“i didn’t hear you, babe.” her grin was all you needed to see to know she definitely had heard you.

“harder please.” you whined again, for the last time you hoped.

“god, you’re sexy.” her teeth pulled her lip back as she watched you come undone on her strap, begging for release and then begging for more.

[azsazz]

Over Ice (Part 5)

Hockey!Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: She’s walking around Campus and BOOM right smack dab into Broody McBrooder!! She THEN finds out he’s the tutor for one of her hardest courses (personally Psych would be a good one) and they become super duper close with him and the team!!!

Warnings: Mentions of reader's fictional father passing away.

Word Count: 3065

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Notes: UGH, sorry if this is shit, it doesn't feel right to me rn but i'm powering through.

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“I’m sorry about the other night,” you tell James when your Athletic Training Techniques class breaks to practice wrapping injuries the following Monday morning.

You don’t know why you’re apologizing for Rhysands behavior. He’s the one who should be doing the apologizing, but you can’t help the prickle of guilt that has wedged itself into your chest for the way he treated James when he so rudely interrupted your chat with his teammate at the hockey party you and Mor had attended.

Rhysand had crashed into your conversation like a F5 tornado, his violet eyes set in a glare so harsh you’d think that James Attor was his biggest rival and not one of his teammates. That stormy look on his face had only made you rage in return, utilizing the crackling irritation in your veins and wielding it like lightning, snapping at him for his disrespect.

James’ brows furrow at the pre-wrap you’re applying to his wrist. His tan hand in warm in yours as you keep it steady, and you wonder if all hockey players hands are this calloused.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” he says, russet eyes flicking up to meet yours. He swings his legs softly from where he’s perched atop one of the tables. It’s cute, even more so when he shrugs innocently. “That’s captain, you don’t mess with what’s his.”

What’s his? You almost scoff but catch it just in time. “I’m not his,” you respond stiffly.

James’ cheeks turn bright red and for a moment you’re worried you’ve wrapped the athletic tape too tightly but he’s quick to blurt out his response. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant. I was trying to say that he told the entire team to stay away from you because you’re his cousin’s best friend, not because he, like, owns you or anything.”

And well, that’s a lot better than him insinuating that Rhys wants you all to himself, which, the longer you think about it, leaves you with a gooey feeling in the pit of your stomach. One that you’re not sure you should like given the knowledge that he warned his entire team away from you.

Yeah, that thought strikes you just as harsh the second time around, and this time, you latch onto it like a leech.

“He put a teamwide ban on me?” You almost shriek. You knew that he didn’t want you talking to his team, he made that perfectly clear to you the other night, but you had no idea that he talked to the entire damn team about you!

You ignore the glare a crimson haired girl beside you shoots you. Whatever, she should mind her own business and focus on her wrapping because that girl’s arm would be drooping like a limp noodle if it were really injured.

She breaks the stare off first and you go right back to stewing. What the hell? Rhys is acting like a total barbarian over this entire situation. It’s not like you’re related to him for fuck’s sake, you’re an accessory to his cousin, and if you want to shack up with one of his players, you will, because damn his rule. “He can’t do that! I don’t even know most of the team!”

“I think the term he actually used was banished. Or was it forbidden? I can’t remember,” James trails off thoughtfully. All you can do is gape in response, completely frozen at Rhysand’s audacity. When your partner notices the look on your face, he winces. “Maybe you could bring it up with him?”

Damn right you fucking will.

There’s a pinch between James’ brows when you continue your assignment. You’re too lost in your head, brewing over Rhysand and how he forced you to pretend to be his girlfriend the other night and the fact that he told his entire team to keep away from you. It’s embarrassing to say the least.

You’re so stuck in your head that you don’t notice that you’ve pulled the tape too tight around James’ arm. He’s trying to stick a finger under your work, tugging at the bandage to get his blood flowing again. You huff and begin to unwrap, letting the news fall off your shoulders for now with a heavy exhale. “Sorry,” you mutter.

A twinge of guilt hits you. Here you are, dragging poor James into another awkward position that has nothing to do with him and everything to do with his pig-headed captain.

You have half a mind to tug your phone out of your pocket and send chew Rhys out over text. He’d given his number to you after your first tutoring session so that you could set up the next one since you were in much too of a mood after running into Amarantha and giving you the ultimatum that made your view of him go from hot and gentlemanly to hot and an absolute fucking douchebag.

And this has certainly not helped his case.

It doesn’t take long to make up a plan for yourself. You’re going to stay far, far away from the hockey house from now on. You won’t be attending any more games, no matter how much Mor begs. And you’re going to email your psychology professor about finding a replacement tutor.

If Rhysand doesn’t want you around his team, you’ll make sure that the message was well received.

“No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m distracting you,” James says, and before you can respond, he holds a hand up, halting you. It looks silly because his hand is wrapped stiffly with your handiwork, and the both of you crack smiles at the sight.

“How does it feel now?” You ask, examining his arm. It looks good, and as you poke a prod, you think it’s tight enough, but you want a second opinion before your professor comes over to evaluate.

James twists his arm this way and that, tries to bend his wrist to feel the tension. He looks impressed, and a surge of pride overtakes the lingering irritation. “Feels good. You’re a natural at this.”

Your cheeks heat at the compliment. “Thanks, James.”

Professor Maeve makes her rounds, and echoes a job well done when she reaches your table. With a soft smile, she continues to the crimson witch beside you, and you try your very best to keep your face neutral when the professor critiques her work. You tuck your lips carefully between your teeth and switch positions with your partner.

“You know,” James says as he begins wrapping your wrist. “The hockey team’s athletic training student graduated last year and the positions open. I don’t have much sway with the coach, but if you want it, I can put in a good word for you.”

He says it like it’s no big deal. Like you haven’t been banned from interacting with any of the hockey players. Like they haven’t been warned away either.

You stare at James in confusion, until he lifts his head, and you notice the cheeky grin on his face, the glint in his amber eyes. If you’re willing to play with the captain a little bit, he’ll take your side.

And fuck do you want to stick it to Rhys right about now.

“I think that’s the best idea I’ve heard all week, James.”

“You know it.”

You come out of your psychology quiz feeling light.

You may not have scored a perfect hundred, but you have a feeling that you did a lot better than you have been doing thus far in the semester, and reluctantly, you have Rhysand to thank for it.

The both of you had spent Wednesday night studying in the library. You hadn’t brought up the ban, much too tired to deal with him more than you had to. He’d shot you a look of confusion when you immediately tucked into his notes and study guides without an utterance of a sarcastic remark. It had been the longest day of the semester so far, as you played catch up in psych while he worked on a paper for an astronomy class he was taking as an elective.

You don’t know what surprised you more, that he’s as nearly as good with astronomy from what you’d read of his paper, or how he managed to stay so on top of everything in his life. He’s an excellent student, excelling in all his classes, whilst being caption of the hockey team, and a tutor? You don’t know how he finds the time for all of it, because just the idea of adding anything more into your courseload this semester makes you want to melt into the floor.

But you will be, because you’re determined for the spot as the hockey teams athletic training intern.

Rhysand doesn’t have a clue, and it takes more effort than you thought it would not to blurt it out just to see the look on his face. James has been a tremendous help, setting a meeting time with his coach to meet with you at the beginning of next week. Apparently, coach Devlin cares a lot about his team. He might be harsh on you at first, James had advised, but he’ll warm up to you quickly. I think everyone will.

And well, you didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Hi honey,” your mom greets when you call her on your way back from class. It’s a brisk day on campus, and you’re cuddled in a bright orange sweater because it was the least you could do to celebrate Halloween. Students all around are either dressed to the T or in their normal garb, saving their costumes for when the night falls and they can really show out.

“Hi, mom,” you respond, biting back a laugh at a particularly funny costume. It’s one of those blow-up ones that you’re sure would not be a fan favorite in a lecture of a hundred students. It’s shaped like an alien stealing a poor human, and you’re thankful you don’t have any classes with him because sitting behind that would not be fun.

You wonder if he might be in Rhysand’s astronomy class, and debate snapping a photo to send his way, questioning his stance on aliens.

“How are you? How are classes going?”

“Good, mom, everything’s good,” you say, and it’s almost the truth.

Your mother keeps a very busy schedule and has since you were twelve, when your father suddenly passed. As her way of coping, she threw herself into her work, giving it more than 110%, and in return, she was promoted. Now, she spends most of the year traveling across the country to visit and meet with different suppliers for her company.

Usually, you’re fine with it, because she’s trying her best and you’re in college, but when you do have the rare time off for holidays and breaks, sometimes your schedules don’t quite align.

Which you know is the bad news about to come from the other side of the phone as soon she sighs heavily.

“What is it this time?” You grouse, and the good mood you’d been in after taking your quiz plummets. “No time off for parent’s weekend? No winter break this year?”

She says your name in a scolding manner. There’s a tinge of regret that you know she doesn’t expect you to pick up on, but it’s been the two of you for so long that you don’t even need to see her face to tell that she’s as sad as you are about the news. “It’s not Christmas. It’s Thanksgiving. They’re sending me over to London for a convention. I’d love for you to join me but—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you reply solemnly. “Not enough time off.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie. But I promise I’ll see you for winter break. I’ll make it up to you then, and I’ll even pick you up from the airport personally.”

You have no doubt about that. Your mother spoils you, even if she isn’t the one doing the actual shopping. You love that she’s so important to her company and that she adores her job, it’s what you’re striving for too, but sometimes you wish she was around more, to give your life advice and rant to her about boys and class and anything. You spend more time talking to her voicemail than you do her.

“That sounds good.” You swallow around the lump in your throat. Tears sting the back of your eyes because you really were looking forward to seeing your mom. You haven’t seen her in months. She’d been halfway across the world when you left for college, and it had felt weird packing in your empty home and leaving it with one last longing look over your shoulder, with the memories of a happy family growing up there turned silent and eerie. “What do they have you doing instead?” You ask to be polite.

Your phone buzzes in your hand and you pull the device away from your face to check the incoming message. You’re not really paying attention to your mother’s rambling anyway, and all you really want to do is hang up on her for the sour knot she’s unknowingly put in your stomach.

Rhysand: How did it go?

You ignore the warmth that fills your chilled veins at his thoughtfulness. You’d mentioned in passing when your quiz was, and you certainly didn’t expect him to remember this on top of all the other things he has going on in his busy schedule right now.

You: Pretty sure I aced that shit.

His response comes much faster than you expected it to, especially considering you know he’s about to walk into the arena for practice. You wonder if he’s going to dress up for the party at the hockey house Mor is dragging you to, or if he’s going to be sporting something lame like wearing his jersey.

Yes, you told yourself you wouldn’t step foot in that house again, but it’s Halloween, and Mor is way more persuasive than you ever gave her credit for.

Plus, if you’re near Rhysand, it’ll be much easier to get back at him for your ban.

Rhysand: Is that so?

You bite back your amusement, typing a reply.

You: So it may not have been a 100, but I’m pretty sure it was an 85% or higher.

Rhysand: Pretty sure? I guess we’ll have to study harder so next time you’re 100% sure you’ve aced it.

You don’t know why you like the sound of that so much, but his words are encouraging, a nice change from the way your mom’s shouting spills from your speaker, snapping you back to attention.

“Sorry, mom,” you apologize, “I just remembered that I’m late for a study group. I’ll see you for winter break, okay? I love you.”

She makes a noise that’s somewhere halfway between unimpressed and amused. “Okay sweetie. Study up and stay safe tonight, okay? Happy Halloween.”

“Happy Halloween. Bye, mom. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she says, and you end the call, refocusing your attention on your phone.

You: Sounds like a plan, cap.

Rhysand: Cap? Not sure I like you calling me that, if I’m being honest.

You: Why? Because I’m not allowed to talk to hockey players? Which, by means that I shouldn’t be talking to you either, right?

You shouldn’t snap, especially since you’re going to have the pleasure of being around him and can chew him out tonight, but you can’t help yourself.

Rhysand: Ugh, I’m never going to live that down, am I?

You: Not a chance.

Rhysand: How about I make it up to you? You’re coming tonight, right?

He replies to his own message before you can even answer.

Rhysand: Of course you are. It’s going to be the hottest party on campus. Why did I bother asking?

You: WOW! This tops the cake on being full of yourself, I think.

You: But if you were wanting to make it up to me…what that might look like?

You don’t realize just how much you look like another one of his simpering conquests until you catch yourself in the reflection of the door to your dorm building. A cheesy smile on your face, head stuck in your phone, oblivious to everything around you.

Jesus, get it together, girl.

You mentally scold yourself, but when your phone buzzes again, all of that is lost to the ether, and you too, diving back into your phone.

Rhysand: It might look long and hard, around eight inches I’d guess.

You choke. Eight inches? There’s no way.

While you work out the schematics of how that works with anyone, Rhysand sends a follow up.

Rhysand: I can tell you’re thinking about it. If you ask nicely, I’d be more than happy to show you. ;)

You can’t help but scoff. Where does he get off? You’d ask, but you know he’d have another cheeky response to the question.

You can’t believe this is how he messages you. This is less than professional, but you have already felt his hard body beneath yours, and how nicely you fit under his arm. It’s not difficult to picture how he might be in bed.

But he’s sworn you off! And now he’s flirting with you like he didn’t enforce those laws when he caught you speaking to James at their last party.

This boy is making your head spin.

You punch the button to call the elevator, mulling over how to respond. Maybe no response is the best response? You can’t help but feel a little fuzzy at his sweet words, and the thought sours when you realize that he’s probably talking to a multitude of women the same way. You’re not sure you want to go to the party anymore by the time you reach your dorm, not even for your revenge, because there’s no way you want to see any other girls draped all over him all night, but when you open your door, you step into chaos.

The chaos being, your roommate Mor with costumes strewn about the living room, with a wild grin on her face and a tired looking Gwyn trying to hide beneath a pile of fabric on the couch.

“Happy Halloween, bitch! It’s party time!”

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[priisprii]

I am trying to tell you somethin, somethin I already said - C.SC

Summary: Parties are all good, but getting fucked by your hot fuck buddy is better.

Warnings: dom! Seungcheol, sub!reader, fingering, unprotected sex, oral (m&f receiving) , spit kink, pussy slapping, light degradation.

Word count: 2.3 k

Minors don't interact.

All your friends warned you about Seungcheol, he was a bad influence, Heartbreaker, red flag blah..blah.. blah.

You actually didn't really gave damn about the rumours and gossips surrounding him, he's a Playboy.... So what? If blessed with that beautiful face and delicious body it would be waste to not to get laid left and right.Choi Seungcheol was fever dream for you.Buisness major, good gpa, athlete, plays guitar, looks like Greek God and so on. He was perfect and you want him.

So you plan on getting him.

Confessing to a guy a getting rejected might not be the worst thing that could happen right? You were sure Seungcheol felt something for you too, his lingering gaze on you in a crowded room was enough proof for you. Even though you both never exchanged any words, there was a strong pull between you too , which your bestfriend described as delusion. Turns out it wasn't your delusion, You confessed your feelings through Dm, ready to get rejected but all you got a one line message, meet me after class.

Six months passed to that incident, and you have Seungcheol in your life.Not as a boyfriend though but as fuck buddy and it was enough. Afterall all you wanted was to be one of his girls. So here you are attending some useless party, locked up in one of the room upstairs and getting used by Seungcheol just as you always wanted to be.

" I am gonna make you ride my shoe if keep sucking like stupid inexperienced whore. Come on I taught you better than that" Seungcheol warned, his voice dripping with lust. He was getting impatient with the way you were sucking him without any effort but what could you do? The way he was bobbing your head up and down was intoxicating, the rough carpet brusising your knees,his cock touching the back of your throat in most delicious way, he was big, so big that your lips started hurting, lipstick ruined long ago, spit dripping straight to your exposed tits, mascara ruined, Seungcheol would trade half of his life to see you like that forever.

Your grip on Seungcheol's thigh tightened, you tried taking him deeper in your mouth than he already was, gagging uncontrollably around him, your moans sending vibrations straight to his spine. The way he was grunting made it clear that he was close to his release, so you increased your speed, desperate for his cum and his pleasure.

"Yes babe Just like that, soo good"

His voice was so sweet now unlike the scary tone he used earlier, he rarely praised you and whenever he did it made you lose your mind a little bit. He was everything you wished for and he fucked you just like you wished, he fulfilled all your depraved fantasies, he was your first and when he gotta know that, he was absolutely gentle with you, cause he didn't wanted your first experience to leave bitter taste in mouth, the memory making you curl your toes, pussy dripping uncontrollably, crying for some stimulation.

"Open wide" Seungcheol purred, removing his dick from your mouth, you whined loudly not liking the emptiness you were left with, your action made him lightly slap your cheek, not in mood for your complaints. Nevertheless you obeyed mouth streching widely ,tongue out. Pathetic. Seungcheol thought to himself.

He pumped his cock few times before exploding on your tongue, you knew better to not swallow until he gave permission to do so, he purposely aimed for your cheek and forehead, something about you being covered in his cum made him go absolutely feral, he loved seeing you so vulnerable and fucked up,no one looked as pretty as you in his eyes.

"Swallow"

His one command was enough for you to quickly swallow his cum which was already over dripping from your lips. You looked at him with doe eyes, vision blurry with tears, waiting for him to give attention to your wet weeping pussy. He scooped the remaining cum from your cheeks and forehead by his fingers and put them straight to your lips mouthing suck which you compiled almost like a dog. With his two fingers he streched your lips wide, creating enough space for him to land spit directly in your mouth, the actions making you clench your empty wet cunt .

"You like everything I do with you, don't you?" Seungcheol asked cockily, none of his previous partners were as freaky as you were and none of them made him as wild you made him, you bring that side of him that no one knows.

"Please Cheol.. Touch me please"

you begged breathlessly. panties were soaked with your arousal and sticking against your folds, crying for his, fingers, his tongue, his cock, him. Cheol let out a chuckle, laughing at your neediness nevertheless you were so turned on that his voice alone could make get you off.

"Get on the bed"

Your heart cried out in happiness ,finally getting what you wanted since evening, when he invited you to this mediocre party, you got on bed almost immediately lying on your back, not caring about the pain in your knees, or your iron deficiency, you were already drunk on Seungcheol. He was better than any drug. Seungcheol discarded his pants which were barely hanging around his torso, his black T-shirt coming off next, your mouth watering at the beautiful sight infront of you, his abs, oh how much you wish you could ride them, well that's for another day. He climbed on the bed, not breaking the eye contact, his intense gaze making you squirm. You were almost naked, the only article on your body were your useless panties, who did a terrible job of hiding your arousal. Seungcheol pressed two of his fingers against your cunt and a breathless moan escaped your lips ,pleased with your reaction, pressed down deeper against the fabric.

"Always so wet and ready for me"

He removed your panties in blink of an eye, your bare cunt now fully visible to him, he eyed you up and down, his intense gaze making you try to close your legs, which earned you a slap on your thigh from Seungcheol.

" Try closing your legs again and I will tie you against bed and leave you like this all naked and desperate mess" Seungcheol threatened you , you immediately spread your legs as far as you could, the shame flying out your body.

"Please, Cheol I am sorry, please fuck me, I promise I'll be good"

He didn't replied to your begging but, a smirk made it's way on his lips, he eyed your pussy, diving straight to get a taste. His tongue lapped against your clit while his fingers aimed for your g-spot, burrying them deep inside your cunt and scissoring them deep inside, the sudden pleasure was overwhelming for you, you held yourself back from closing your legs, not wanting to disobey him. You gripped Seungcheol's hair, burrying his face deeper into your pussy, you could feel his smirk against your folds, your whole body trembling with pleasure. You were a blabbering mess , moaning Cheol's name like a prayer.

"Fuck Cheol, I am so close... Please don't stop"

He grunted against your cunt, blowing hot breathe against your folds, he knew you could combust any second but he had other plans, he liked denying you, keeping you on edge was addicting to him. Just when you were about to get your sweet release, Cheol removed his fingers and mouth, discarding you fully and delivering a sharp slap against your cunt, the sudden overwhelming force making you whimper and cry out in pain.

"Oh, poor baby wanted to cum?" Cheol asked you, lacing his voice with fake sympathy while moving his fingers up and down against your bare pussy.

"Please Cheol, fuck me" you cried out, giving him your best doe eyes. Seungcheol again slapped your cunt hard enough to make your whole body jolt up with pleasure.

"You like it, don't you? You could easily get off by me slapping your cunt" Seungcheol cooed, an evil idea plaguing his head, you were beyond stimulated, even a light touch could make you cum right then and there and the intensity with which he was smacking your cunt was enough for you to squirt uncontrollably.

"No.. please want your cock" you pleaded, squirming against bed, you just wished for Seungcheol to fuck you without any more teasing.

Maybe it's your tears or the desperation in your voice which made Seungcheol line his cock against your cunt, the movement sending you to clouds, even though he fingered you thoroughly, you were not prepared for his cock, the warmth of your walls making him grunt out in pleasure, your pussy was his favourite place right after your mouth.

"Always so tight"

"That's it, take it"

Cheol didn't gave you time to adjust, he grabbed your left thigh and without wasting any time started thrusting into your wet needy pussy. You let out string of broken moans , overwhelmed by sudden delicious strech . Seungcheol captured your lips for a ferocious kiss, his tongue diving straight to your mouth, nothing was cute or innocent about this kiss, it was dripping with passion and fire Seungcheol had for you, which he wasn't able to confess yet, he only hoped you would understand his incandescent desire.

"God, you're so beautiful" Seungcheol whispers against your lips, his unforgiving thrusts never stopping , he drags his tongue slowly against your lower lip, making you clench against his cock harder, with his free hand, he grabbed your tit, pinching and twisting your sensitive bud , you let out a yelp which was swallowed by him, he kept fondling with your tits pushing your body deeper into the bed, he was drunk on your scent.

"Cheol, Cheol hand, your hand please" you voiced out incoherently , trying to reach out to grab Seungcheol's hand , he stopped his movements for a second, processing your words, then it clicked to him , you wanted to intervene hands with him, how romantic he thought to himself before continuing his punishing thrusts and grabbing your hand, intervening your fingers with his and bringing it up to kiss your knuckles, the action swelling your heart with unexplainable feeling.

"You're mine" Seungcheol said , rolling his hips against you, he could feel that you are near with the way you were arching your back almost painfully, the room was filled with echos of skin slapping and strong scent of sex , all overwhelming your senses, you loved this. Loved getting used by him as he desired and he knows you love it too.

"All yours" you whispered, voice breaking with each syllabus, those words were enough for Seungcheol to pound against you harder, chasing his release along with you.

"Fuck Cheol, I am so close" you cried out, feeling your your orgasam ripping through you, your moans grew louder with each passing second. Seungcheol himself wasn't able to maintain a steady pace, your walls engulfing him , making him chase his own release.

"Cum for me, babe"

His words were enough for you to let go of all thoughts and cum "G-God, oh God, Cheollie," you whine, your eyes shut because of overwhelming sweet pleasure, it feels  too fucking good, you kept spaming around his cock like crazy, making him cum too.

"“Fuck, gonna let me fill this little pussy to the brim pretty, fuck keep squeezing me like that baby" Seungcheol breathe out, pushing warm ropes of cum deep inside you,His thrusts slowing down dragging his cock in and out of you, his breathe ragged against your lips , he halted after ensuring every bit of his cum was deep inside your womb, he crashed on bed beside you, engulfing you into a tight hug.

"So good for me" he purred, his fingers making its way to your bruised cunt, pushing the overflowing cum back inside with two fingers, you yelped, body burning with over sensitivity. You tried grabbing his hand but he didn't let you .

" Can't let any of the drop go to waste" Seungcheol said cockily, after few more strokes , he shoved his fingers to your mouth, you sucked them immediately not needing any further command, his sweet taste overpowering your senses.

Seungcheol pulled you into a kiss, stroking your hair so tenderly afraid you could breake, his kiss was soft and gentle, pouring his heart to you, the words I love you were sitting right on his lips, threatening to escape his any second.

But he stopped, he will confess but not today, not until he thinks he's worthy of you, till then he will settle for your having you in his arms like this, outlining I love you on your back with his fingertips not knowing that you understood each stroke.

A/N : Thank you for reading my first work after so many years, i apologise for the cranky writing, i promise I will be better.

[zevrra]

—sweet & pathetic

syn: tonight, gojo wants you on top.

includes: fem!reader, bottom!gojo, pegging, overstim, crying, begging, praising, multiple orgasms.

“you’re doing so good baby.” you coo ever so sweetly in the shell of satoru’s ear. moving your lips along his shoulder, placing well deserved kisses in the middle of his shoulder blades, right on his spine. your fingers grip his small, slutty, waist as you slowly sink into him.

he had begged you to take control tonight. wanted so badly to try out the new toy you had just gotten. was all too eager to let you kiss him onto his back, rub his thighs, stroke his cock until he leaked at the tip. he even let you tie his wrists together with a pretty blue ribbon so he couldn’t touch without permission.

now he lays face first into the bed. arms tied behind his back, waist held high with an arch to his back as he moaned pathetically into the white sheets. his cock drools between his thighs as your new strap inches further inside of him. a fruit flavored lube coats the pretty blue silicone of the toy as you sit on your knees behind him. admiring satoru’s pale skin turning a pretty shade of pink with arousal.

you lick your lips at the sight. his head turned to the side to allow you to see the tears clinging to his pretty white eyelashes. he cries at every inch he takes but he takes it like the good boy that he is. you pour more lube onto the shaft of the toy as you’re coming up onto the thicker part of the flared base. wanting to make sure he could take it nice and easy.

his blue eyes open ever so slightly to look back at you, bottom lip trembling as he whines for you. “more, i-i need more my love.” he cries with a jolt of his hips, trying to get you to move faster. always so eager and you loved it.

“satoru…what do you say?” you hum sweetly as your hands move along his hot, sensitive skin. trailing from his waist to his arms, where you grip his strong biceps. he could so easily break free from your half ass attempt at bondage but he doesn’t. he could turn his infinity on and send you flying backwards but he wants this. wants to give you every bit of control he can. he’s no longer the strongest, he’s just your lover who wants to be fucked senseless.

“please! fuck please, baby, please. i-i need you to fuck me.” satoru whimpers, his fingers flex and un-flex against his restraints, hoping his slightly muffled words are enough for you. and you smile in return, not that he could see it, but do so anyway as the man you love begs for you to make him feel good. your hands move to grab hold of his wrists, widening your position on the bed as you prepare to fuck him just like he asks of you.

you lean back, pulling the new toy out from within his trembling body, before snapping your hips forward and forcing satoru to take every inch of your pretty new strap to the very base. a broken sob rips from your lover boy as he trembles under the weight of your toy fully sitting inside of him now.

and little to no surprise, gojo cums the moment he takes every inch of you. body spasming as a dry orgasm rips through him and leaves him gasping for air. his pleading sobs turn into needy groans once he finishes riding out his premature orgasm, his dazed blue eyes looking back at you. “tha��thank you,” he cries between hiccups of the lingering pleasure coursing his veins.

“mhm, what a good boy.” you hum before your hips begin to move as fast and as harsh as you can. fucking into him once more at his wish. using your grip on his wrists to help fuck into his overly sensitive prostate with plenty of well angled thrust.

he damn near screams at the overstimulation setting in his lower half. makes you lick your lips as you watch his head lift and snap back while tears finally break free of his lashes. he weeps at the pleasure you give him. broken sobs of your name fall from his lips as you fuck him into your mattress. “yes! god, yes, please…please let me cum again…please baby i can’t!” gojo cries pathetically, causing you to smile once more.

you lean forward, planting hot kisses against his shoulders and neck, picking up the roughness of your thrusts as you slide a hand around to grab ahold of his aching cock. you time your strokes with your thrusts while giving him the pleasure he oh so deserves. “come for me.”

satoru weeps as he comes with the help of your hand. he erratically thrusts his own hips into your hand with each new onslaught of his orgasm. your hand nor your hips never stop moving as you fuck him through his second climax. can already tell with each stroke of his dripping cock that the sheets beneath the two of you were definitely going to be stained at this rate. didn’t matter one bit as he stutters and sobs until he can’t take it anymore, finishing his orgasm with a weak cry.

you hum sweetly as you remove your hand from his cock. using your other hand to turn your lover onto his back to view your handiwork. some of his cum splatters across his stomach while the rest makes a mess against your bed. his cock limps against his thigh, bright red from cumming back to back, while his face is stained with pretty little tears and you smile faintly at the sight. moving your clean hand to brush across his face, catching his attention. and he looks at you with those gorgeous blue eyes of his; hazy and fucked as senseless as you want him to be. you lick your lips as the meal before you, pressing your thumb gently against his lips in return.

“can i keep going, satoru?” you ask in a sultry tone. it was never enough when you got to hold him like this. you always ended up being the greedy one. wanting more and more like a sex-craved lunatic.

satoru blinks at your request, probably trying to blink away the fog in his eyes, before his lips breaks out in a wild, lust filled smirk. “yeah. fuck me some more baby.”

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

°𝄞 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 °𝄞

☆ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡 ☆

"Is a Hero or a Criminal?"

♬♪ 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ♬♪

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✶࿐ Summary : was it wrong to defend someone you hardly know but also you knew too well?

✶࿐ Word Count : wishing that you won't get bored lol

✶࿐ Warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x Future!FEM!reader, cursing, use of y/n, g0re, vi0lence, d3ath, action, upside down, police chase, false accusations, Jason and his gang reoccurring, misunderstanding, denial, I'm gonna stop right here! 🤭

✶࿐ What to Expect : reader lives in 2024, ANGST, FLUFF, fantasy, romance, comedy, time travel

✶࿐ Note To Reader : fasten up seatbelts guys, because this is going to be a tough one to read

✶࿐ Author Note : I'm so sorry for y'all keeping on waiting I'm so caught up with my life lately but I'm here now! 🥺

𓆩♱𓆪 𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𓆩♱𓆪

❦ 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙖'𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚 ❦

"Ow!"

A big thud that made you jump as you flip the pancakes and you turned around to see Eddie looking groggy as he tries to get up from the floor

You snort as you continue to cook the rest of the pancake batter, "Morning" you shake your head of what just happened to him

He rolled himself over in the couch too much that it made him fell over

Eddie had to blink twice to make his vision clear as he grunts, "Uh- good morning"

You heard his raspy voice as he went beside you to grab a glass as he opens the fridge fills it with water

"That smells good" He watches you from the back as he gives him a full idea of what it could be like

This feels so domestic, you with that collar loosed gray shirt with pajama shorts and your hair is down, shit- he even had to check his heart to feel if it's still beating

You glance at the back, you smile, "Yeah? this will be all ready soon to be plated"

"Jesus Christ!"

You flinched at the high pitched voice from Eddie as he shook his head at Chrissy who is now standing so still in the hallway

"How long you've been standing there?!?" Eddie asks as he huffs out of air from his lungs as he went over at the table

She blinks dumbly, "Uh, I don't know" she shrugs as you give her a threatening look as you point the spatula at her

Chrissy bits the bottom of her lip to hide the teasing smile but you know her deep down

As you turn off the stove and stack up the rest of the pancakes as you place it down on the table

"Chrissy, if you won't stop I'm not giving you any" you give her a final warning look as Eddie chuckles when you move the plate away from her as she groans

"Fine, I'll behave" she snickered as she poked your side as she reaches for the mug and a teabag in the counter and filled it with hot water and let it steep for a while

Eddie grimaces at the faint smell of the tea brewing "I seriously have no idea why people enjoy drinking that"

"What? Tea?"

"Yeah, it tastes like leaf!"

"it has benefits that's why we drink it"

"We? Who's we?!?"

You washed and cleaned all of the mess that you used for cooking as you listened to their silly banter as you chortle to yourself while you dry your hands with a paper towel

"Eddie, it's healthy!-"

"Nah, that's like a death sentence-"

"Alright, children! Y'all done arguing?!?"

You start clapping to get their attention as they both went silent as you sit at the center of the table

"Jeez, I'm like the peace maker of this home" you say as you placed two pieces of pancakes in your plate and you know damn well that Eddie has a stomach of a dinosaur so you made well enough for all of you to eat

"More like our mom" Chrissy teases as you kick her foot under the table

"Hi mommy" Eddie says it with a forced baby tone as you cringe at it as Chrissy bursted cackling

"Oh my fucking god! Just stop the both of you and let's eat!" You said it with a laugh as you throw him a blueberry originally you aim at his face but instead he catches it with his mouth as he shoots you a playful wink as you roll your eyes at him

"Y'all are a menace"

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"Do you really have to go?" Will emphasizes his words to his mom, obviously begging her to not leave

"Yes, dear" Joyce gives him a small smile with a sad glint on her eyes

"He's already there waiting for us" Murray saids as he carries his duffel bag over his shoulder

"Jonathan, you're the one in charge, okay?" Joyce calls out before she closes the door

"Uh, yeah, mom- I got it" He says nervously as he clears his throat

"Joyce-"

"El, how many times do I have to tell you-"

"Yeah, I know, sorry- I just wanted to say something"

"What is it, honey?"

"My friends back in Hawkins, they're kinda having a trouble in there and they found someone who is....." She trails off and she averts her eyes elsewhere

"Who is what?" Mike chimes in the conversation as El gulped, Joyce waits for her patiently to continue

Will gave her an encouraging nod as Jonathan listens while standing in the doorframe

"I-I wanted to tell you, I just don't want all of you to worry but our friends found someone who is from the future"

"What?!?" Murray hurriedly walks back in the house as he overhears El

"I know this is going to sound crazy but Dustin told me without her a lot of teens might've been killed"

"Killed?!?" By who?" Jonathan uncrosses both of his arms as he tries not to worry about Nancy

Will who walks out in the middle of the conversation as he went by the living room and turns on the television

"Vecna" El saids it plainly

"Guys?" Will calls out to everyone without taking his eyes off in the television screen

The rest of them walked closer and they saw Eddie Munson's Wanted picture along with other Hellfire Club members saying he's the cause of the murders

"Wait, Eddie? That's not- this is a hoax!" Mike exclaims as he took the remote from Will's hand as he switches the channel but everything is a headline now that Eddie is a wanted man and that frustrates and infuriates him

"That's why Dustin was so urgent to talk to us" Will manages to put the dots together, Jonathan drags his palm over his face

"There is something you should know about Yuri" El immediately saids before they tried to leave again

"Woah, wait- we never told you about-" Joyce and Murray we're both appalled as they both looked at each other

"It's Y/N, the girl from the future, she told me"

That alone left the two adults enthralled by this

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"Shit, we we're so close!" Enzo pants as he grimaces at his new scar on his arm

"Now, that's the real question....if we could ever make it out alive here" he kicks the door out of frustration

Enzo heard Hopper's quiet sobs in the corner as he straightened himself up

He has never seen or even heard him like this

"Everyone that I care, the more danger that comes to them"

One of the Russian guards threatened him with words that he knows that isn't true, they're just trying to get in his skin but sometimes he just fears that some of it might be true

When someone exposed Enzo's agenda with Hopper he got himself imprisoned and he is still got the shivers from the story that Hopper told about the rest of the prisoners while they're chosen for having a free feast

It's the way that Hopper eeriely said it

"We're not prisoners here, they're using us as bait, that's why they're feeding us like this so we can be plumped and fresh for the monster to devour us"

Enzo can't even spoke a word after that, this is the only time he ever seen his friend on this vulnerable state

Only thing that he can ever do is to just listen

"This girl, El, and there goes Joyce, I told myself that they needed me, turns out I was the one who needed them"

He sniffles as he sits up properly and Enzo didn't catch Hopper getting something on his prison jacket

"So, that's why the answer to your question, we're going to make it out here alive"

Hopper reveals that he successfully stole the lighter from one of the Russian guards when Enzo thought they lost their chance when the rest of them are outnumbered and they got beaten brutally

Enzo is mixed up with a lot of emotions showing up to his face, his jaw is slightly open and his eyebrows are raised as he begins to chuckle in disbelief

The gloomy demeanor has been diminished when seconds ago, he thought his friend was already losing hope

He must be executed from underestimating his friend's faith

"Y-You.....you motherfucker" he chuckles yet again as he shakes his head

"Don't make me laugh, my ribs are cracked"

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Gareth, Lewis and Jeff are sitting at the small coffee table as they inhaled every waffle that Steve cooked while the kids....are getting on his nerves

"Hey, hey! No dirt on the carpet!"

"Yeah, we know, Steve" Dustin rolls his eyes sarcastically as he munches chocolate chip cookie on his mouth

"The crumbs are now all over the place!" Steve exclaims as he points out his parents most beloved carpet in the living room

"You know you already ate a lot of those, man" Lucas snatches the cookie jar away from Dustin as they start a commotion in the kitchen

"I wasn't finished eating that!" He shouts out loud as he chases Lucas

He runs a stressful motion on his hair as he takes a deep breath, "They can stay but I need a little respect here!"

Unbeknownst to Steve, Fred is silently observing him, it's not his place to be nosy about his best friend's life but he can't help but to feel like Nancy is too good for him, he is well-aware that Nancy thought highly of him but since he also knows the history of King Steve, since he's here, he has to be sure that he truly changed

Steve goes to the other side of the room where it seems more quiet, so, he can deal with his thoughts for a minute

"What's troubling you?"

He is so locked in with his thoughts that he didn't catch Robin stands beside him by the window

He sighs, "I-I am not so sure about what's bothering me"

Robin processes his words for a while and then she goes, "Is it Y/N?"

"What?"

"We might be acting unserious all the time but I know what's going on with those eyes ever since the time you saw her for the first time"

He sighs, "Alright, fine, you beat me to it" he says as he put his index and thumb finger on the bridge of his nose

"We're going over there right? why won't you just talk to her?" she says as she slightly open the blinds by the window

"It's not that easy, Robs-"

"What do you mean it's not that easy?!? the Steve Harrington all of the sudden doesn't know how to talk to girls?!?"

He huffs, "No, I don't mean that- I just met her..... it's not even a week and yet I am here losing my mind over at her"

"You got it so bad, huh?" She says with a grin like a Cheshire cat would do

He throws a pillow at her but she manages to catch it before it hits her she laughs

He chuckles as he ignores the butterflies in his stomach, "Yeah, yeah, come on, let's tidy up, so, we can visit there"

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"This is why I don't let my children be exposed to that music"

"Yeah, I trashed my son's Dungeons & Dragons game"

"Good riddance that Munson boy is gone"

"He's a bad influence, he could ruin lives of our kids"

".....Back in 1986, many speculation and a lot of conspiracies in this town of Hawkins, what really happened on that day? some people still believe that Eddie Munson, the leader of the Hellfire Club is the crime suspect as well in the deaths of these ghastly things circled around the area back then, is it really natural causes? The Earthquake?......this case is remained unsolved....but today, I must question you....is Eddie Munson, a Hero? or a Criminal?"

"Fuck, this media shit, of course, he is a goddamn wild criminal!"

"I heard he sells drugs in highschool"

It's 2024, and yet, people still grew hatred towards him, you got tantalized by that question in the news from a TV store by the window that is surrounded by parents with a scowl in their faces as their conversations overlapped in your ear

He didn't deserve this, he didn't asked for this, you want it to stop

It's crazy how you care so much about the so-called dangerous man in this town, when you didn't even born at that time, maybe, it's different for them

Sure, maybe, they're right, but also maybe they're wrong

You're going to prove it, someday

He is a hero to you

"Y/N?"

"Uh- yeah?"

"You okay? You looked like you're thinking again"

You stare at him with blankly as you let out a deep sigh, "Am I easy that to read?!?" he sits down beside you at the platforms in the back of the house as you both stare the scenery in the lake

"It is given that I don't know you yet fully but this" he gestures to your face as you chuckle, "I know you well enough with that"

"I just want all of this to be over" you say as you bring your knees closer to you as you duck your head down

His smile slightly falters as he rests his hand on your shoulder, "Hey"

You turn your head to face him with worry, "I know, we will be fine"

"Why?"

"Because you're here"

You smile fondly at that, he looks like he wanted to say something more but Chrissy came in hurriedly

"Chrissy?" You say as Eddie turns his head as he follows your gaze as she walks closer to the both of you

"Yeah, sorry, uh- I think I need to go home"

"What?" You stood up quickly and so does Eddie who is looking at her like she's grown two heads

"Jason, he will find out about everything that we do here, I know him, I know what he is like he won't rest until he finally got what he wanted, I fear, he is now suspicious, I'll just show up and I'll come back here"

You think about it carefully and you agree even you don't want her to leave

"You promise, you'll come back?"

"Yes, I promise"

You both shared a tight hug as she does the same to Eddie as well

"Whoever starts this fiasco, I'm gonna kick them in the balls for you"

He chuckles at that, "I'm gonna be so honored that the Queen of Hawkins High defended me"

She snorts at that title, "I would rather be one of you than some fake ass boring title like that"

As you both watch her leave, Eddie is still amused by this version with Chrissy that he hasn't seen in her

"What's gotten into you looking like that?"

"My bad, Y/N, it's just.... that's the first time that I ever heard Chrissy swear"

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"It's Patrick, isn't it?"

You look at Lucas, he saw the answer in your eyes as you nod slowly

He purses his lips as he starts to twiddle his thumbs, "I-I saw him while I was with him in the car, I-uh- I saw the signs"

"What did you do about it then?"

"I didn't do anything even I wanted to do something, but whenever I overheard him a couple of times in the men's locker room after our basketball practices, when someone asked him, he always saids it was just nothing but now obviously it isn't"

"The fuck is wrong with kids nowadays" Steve scoffs

"Hey language!" Dustin nudges his shoulder as he mutters an apology

"I mean, I don't blame Steve either, I hate it when you show some care, they get mad or when you don't, they're still mad" Robin rambles

"Guys, have you ever thought about that maybe it's their household is the problem because they got no one else to talk about it?" Max speaks up as everyone had a agreeable nod in unison

You sigh, "just like Chrissy" you say in a whisper

"Y/N, tell us, what we should do?" Nancy places her hand on top of yours as she give you a warm smile

"Yeah, Y/N, you know all of the answers" Jeff stands up, Gareth and Lewis chimes in the conversation

All of them are in straight forward attention with you, all eyes are in you

When you shift in your seat, Steve notices it, "You don't have to-"

"It's alright, Steve, I got it" You held his hand as you give him a tight nod

"Okay" ignoring the warmth from your hand as he says softly as he stands beside you

"So, uh, do any of you know the story about Victor Creel and his family?"

"What's the old man got to do with this?" Eddie asks in confusion

"Because Vecna is Henry Creel"

"What?!?"

They all say in unison, they said it so loud, that you have to shush them in an instant

If only this wasn't a life-threatening scenario for you, you would've laughed at their comical reactions

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"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you check Chrissy for me? She said she'll come back soon but it's been an hour and I'm worried"

"O-Oh yeah, sure"

"I hate asking favors but-"

"Y/N, it's fine"

He held both of your shoulders as you exhale and smile at him as he tries to not get too much a leap of his feelings in the process

He doesn't wanna ruin this let alone scare you

"Okay, uh- thanks for everything, really" you gesture at the grocery bags in the counter as he nods

"Yeah, well, anything for my friends"

"Friends?"

His heart pangs slightly when you said it that word again but he knows it's too soon, but this....he will be so contented if he's included in your life

"If you want to"

You pinch him by the arm as he exaggerated his reaction, "Hell yeah, I wanted to" you say with a proud smile at your face

While you're talking to Steve, there's someone else watching the both of you, a pair of chocolate brown eyes locking in as you interact with him, he doesn't know how to feel, a slight wave of insecurity or jealousy?

My god, he needs a reality check, he's not even yours but yet, he's here acting as if he is your boyfriend

So, he left before he could tear himself apart if he continues watching the two of you

When everyone else left, saying they'll keep a look out of what going on with the town and the news

"Hey" you say as you walk outside while zipping up your jacket, he takes a drag of his cigarette

No response

That's weird

You're trying to unshake the feeling of the obvious weight of the mood shift but still you wanted answers

An hour ago, you saw him being a chatterbox that you almost forgot that you're helping him get out of this fuckery that Jason did, he was okay, and now you thought maybe his social battery was drained but no

This is far more different than that

This is something else, but you hope that you're thinking, what he is thinking

"Eddie?" you say as you place yourself in front of him but he moves away clearly dodges your eye contact on him as he takes the last remains of his stick as he stuff it out on the ashtray in the tabletop

"Is there a problem?" you move closer to him, fuck, if you keep doing that, he might kiss you

Even when he tries to avoid you, he can't do it in an hour, please, it doesn't take him a minute to ignore you

He acknowledges you finally with a brief glance "No" he says flatly

"Eddie, I know you're new to all of this but please-"

"Shh-"

He shushes you as he places a hand over your mouth as he saw a freaking headlight towards in the front of the house

The both of you looked at each other in fear as the both of you investigate outside

Neither of you can't identify what's going on of how dark it is, both of you see people but you don't know who it is

"Take Chrissy with you but make sure she's stays put in your hold, alright?"

"Got it, Carver"

The dark circles around her eyes and the red stinging because of crying and she is tired of this and being abused like this, so, she takes the matters into her own hands, adrenaline rushes through her system

Before, Jason and his friends come any closer to the property

She elbows the guy holding her mouth and her hand as she kicks him in the balls and manages to dodges a hit from a baseball bat as she punches him in the face

She picks up a weapon and also catches a glimpse of the car keys as she pocketed it as she screams

"EDDIE AND Y/N GET OUT OF HERE!"

Everyone shooked at the loudest shout from Chrissy that echoed

Now, you know why Chrissy can't come back

She is now being held against her will by Jason

"You fucking dumb bitch!"

"That's for you, Jason!" She flips him off as he angrily stomps forward to her

"Don't you dare come any near from me!"

Jason exasperated sighs as he closes his fists aggressively, he signals his friend that was about to come and grab her but stops him

"I should've done this a long time ago" she says as she walks backwards as she reaches at the car door and gets inside of it and locked every door

"Chrissy, you're siding with the wrong people" he places his hands on top of the car

"Am I? tell me, Jason, who do you think who is at wrong here?!?" Chrissy says as she turns on the ignition of the vehicle

"Spoiler fucking alert, it's you, Jason, willingly to end someone's life for a crime that he doesn't even commit and I know you're the one who brainwashed everyone's minds to this bullshit"

"I told you they gotten into her" says one of his friends beside him

"Oh, fuck you!"

"Chrissy-"

"Just stop, you're sick, Jason, you're the one who's supposed to be everyone is afraid of, it's over"

She leaves at that as she takes one last look at the lake in the rearview mirror she weeps as she wishes she was there to help the both of you

She couldn't bear being so far away from you

Millions of emotions runs through your core, you don't know if you should be terrified or burning with huge fit of fury

You swallowed your gasp as you couldn't pack up anything that you both needed as you watch Eddie grab the walkie-talkie he whispers the emergency many times but nothing ever picked up as the both of you went off in the backyard

You both ran towards at the speedboat as you both discreetly get on with it, you both paddled at the middle of the lake before Eddie starts to pull the engine

"There's someone here"

"The son of a bitch was playing on us this whole time"

"Hey!"

One of the goons saw the both of you in the window as they jump in the lake

The terror in your eyes mirrors with Eddie as he quickly pull the engine, but your nerves got even more rattle than before when it didn't work

"Help me out here, man" Eddie panicked as he keeps banging at the engine

"Eddie, we need to defend ourselves, they're swimming towards here, they're getting closer"

He takes one of the oar as he swings back and forth, "Hey! back off, man!"

Patrick, you saw him behind Jason, you hit him in the side of his face as he almost grabbed Eddie

He exclaims in pain as you yell at him, "You're about to witness, the death of your friend you careless stubborn motherfucker!"

Eddie gets alarmed by your tone of your voice as he breathes heavily of what's going to happen.....again

Your heart cracks piece by piece when you realized that you can't even took that trauma away from Eddie

He saw this not once, but twice, most people overlooked that part of him

"You should've listened to Chrissy" you say in defeat as Jason looks at you in confusion

You already know what she did and they didn't believed her, obviously, my god- all of you ever wanted to do is to give her a hug when you know damn well for sure that she anything to save Patrick

"Ah- fuck, come on, man, we're close"

He keeps looking from his behind but no one is there

"Patrick? What's going on-"

His body out of nowhere jumps out of the water and you and Eddie freaked out from the sudden scene as the both of you fell from the boat

Jason his mouth is hanging agape as he couldn't understand what's going on and then suddenly Chrissy's words are all connecting now

"It almost happened to me, he is denying it, I know he heard the clock chimed!"

*EYES WENT WHITE*

"You want to help your friend, right? Ask him what is his favorite song!"

*BONE SNAPS*

"Regret, you're going to regret this, you're not listening to me, he will die because he is the next target!"

*LEGS TWISTED*

"He saw what I saw in the trance, Vecna, he's the one who is killing the kids not Eddie!"

*JAW CRACKS*

"Believe me when I tell you this, there is evil in this town and you're just too stupid to see it"

*EYES SUCKED OUT OF THE SKULL*

Patrick's lifeless deformed body dropped back down in the water like it was nothing as he stare at it into a blank space as his mouth moves without any noise that is coming out of it

You felt Eddie's body stiff as you try to get his attention, he wished he won't see that you're crying, but you are as you steady your voice

"Eddie, we have to get into the surface"

"Y-yeah, o-okay"

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Steve is a man of his word

He checked Chrissy for you but no one is in there in her house, neither Jason's

You told him to call you right away when it's done

No word from the both of you, the silence is killing all of them

Extremely and overall shaken of how long not receiving anything from you and Eddie

"They're not picking up the phone?" Max freaks out as she kept pacing at Steve's house

"I've lost count at how many times I called them!" Dustin redialed as much as he can

"I-I tried the walkie-talkie too, no update" Fred stumbles over his words as Robin gave her a small smile for the effort and help that he gives

"Do you think we should drive over there now?!?" Steve stresses out as swings his keys on his finger as he went out for the door

"Hey dude, let's not rash-" Gareth blocks the path as he tries to get away from him

"Harrington, we saw the cops outside, they might think we know something, do you wanna get caught?" Lewis pushes Steve by the shoulder

"She's with Y/N, she knows what to do-" Jeff adds

"Don't put all of the weight on her, man- she has feelings too!" Steve reasons as Robin tries to calm him down

"Let's just hope that they're okay" Nancy bites the tip of her tongue as she tries not to be frantic when everyone else is already is on the edge and she doesn't want to fuel it more

When everyone clashes out with an argument, Lucas wipes an exhausted hand over his face as he heard the tire screeching sound outside of Steve's house

"Guys?"

All of them shut up finally as they whipped their heads towards to Lucas

When Steve opens the door, shit, he rubbed his eyes at the person standing on his front door

Gareth emotion's swirls in beyond relief when she saw her in the flesh but his gladness slowly diminishes when he saw the bruises and wounds all over her

Before all of them speak up all at once, she holds up a finger

"I need all of you to come with me at the police station"

The ride on the way there is so disturbing for everyone else because it's too quiet, but of course, the rest of the young adults are mature enough not to ask about what just happened to Chrissy

The elephant in the room

The kids however are slowly dying inside wishing to know about what happened to you and Eddie

When Chrissy caught Dustin staring with a longing and worried expression desperate for answers, he stops staring as she inhales before she spoke

"They're alright, all of you can take a breath now"

Everyone cheers in hushed whispers as Chrissy continued to explain further

"Damn, they showed up?"

"Yeah"

"How you ever manage to-"

"I've handled it" Chrissy says it so coldly and pointedly that Steve slowly nods in understanding

He knows it's not targeted at him but he knows something else is deep within that

When they arrived at the police station, a bunch of parents curious eyes looking at them as they stepped into the premises, all of you ignored the shocked gasps from the other adults in the neighborhood when they recognized Chrissy as everyone tailed behind to hear some scoop

"Officer Powell and Officer Callahan?" Chrissy called out as they were both stunned at her appearance

She catches a missing poster of herself as she chuckles bitterly as she shakes her head

"Yes?" They both said in unison

"We need to talk"

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Episode 21

As I suspected.. while the gang were having an emotional catharthis about Bai Jiu's mum... Chongwu Camp turned up to hunt for Wen Xiao.

Ayyy my boy Bai Jiu, all is forgiven. Yeah, you stand up to that scheming git who manipulated a grieving teenager.

Ugh I want to stab him.

What kindness? You took him in because you knew you could manipulate and use him! Listen to Zhuo dage, Xiao Bai!

What does he want the arrow for? Is he gonna... try to remove/obscure the Chongwu tattoo?

Called it.

My fucking heart!!

Go Zhuo Yichen!

Did she just... fucking snatch that arrow out of the air and fire it back at them:?!!

Is that what Wen Zongyu has been doing with his demon blood experiments? Creating demonised humans? His own personal army of demon-human hybrids? Can't imagine the prime minister (RIP) or king would be too happy if they knew about that...

Oh SHIT the one word spell doesn't work on them?!!

Oh FUCK the arrows are demonised too?!! That's why the one Sijing fired back at them killed the archer but her other shots didn't.

It's got fucking backwards-angled barbs along the shaft too! Bastards!

Is Zhao Yuanzhou gonna step in front of Wen Xiao and take an arrow for her?

Nope he caught it...

PLEASE tell me him getting cut by the demonised arrow is not going to count as the final step in sealing his 5 senses?!!

FUCK IT!! I KNEW IT!!

How many times did I say last ep that he needed to get at least 1 of his other 4 senses unsealed so that he wasn't vulnerable to having his last sense sealed? Why does nobody listen to me?!! 😂

Ohhh shiiiit the ever-burning fire will start to burn him if his senses are sealed?

Uhoh... fucking red haze incoming?

God I love how his pupils keep flickering between red and not!!

Congrats Wen Zongyu, you dumbass. You said a demon's inner core has a consciousness... with his senses sealed, his core's consciousness has taken over... but isn't his core basically made up of/controlled by malicious qi?

You had no idea what you were fucking with you goddamn dumbass!!

Aaaaand now he's loose in the mortal world, controlled by malicious qi.

Ugh and the visual of his bottle - the one from which he drinks to help keep the malicious qi suppressed - abandoned and left behind...

Aaand the gang is arrested.

God I love her...

Oh mannn... so he'll have retreated to the house where he barricades himself inside after each blood moon?

Oooh Zhu Yan vs his own demon core. This'll be where that clip from the trailer comes from then...

Yup, there it is.

How is it even possible that is the same damn actor? He looks like a totally different person!! 😍

Oh shit he's literally using visualisations of his relationship with Wen Xiao to fend off the visualisation of his demon core...

God I love this fucking song so much.

Our boy Ying Lei is tracking the shapeshifter demon.

Uhhh... noooo... Ying Lei... that's not Zhuo daren. Zhuo daren is in prison. And you're tracking a shapeshifter demon, Ying Lei. A shapeshifter demon. Ying Le? Hello?

He's such a fucking dork. I'm love him.

This has to be Xiao Bai having a nightmare, right? Cos they all got captured and put in prison. He's not following Zhuo Yichen through a forest...

Or is it not a dream? Did they only arrest Wen Xiao and Pei Sijing?

Ugh he hesitates to hold onto his braid... so Zhuo Yichen straight up offers it go him and tells him he can!

Because it's not fucking Ying Lei, Xiao Bai...

Ok so they definitely did only arrest the girls (rude!) and that explains why Ying Lei wasn't surprised to find Zhuo Yichen appear while he was hunting down the demon... the 3 of them went to hunt her together.

Uuuh you ran off so fast you left Xiao Bai behind, Zhuo Yichen!

And how's he supposed to know if anyone who comes up to him is who they seem to be, or if it's Ao Yin?

Ooops!

Dudes... my dudes... what if the Ao Yin in this scenario is actually... Xiao Bai?

How could he make a demon obey him? Because he's been sodding experimenting on them for at least 8 years!!

But yes.. well done Sijing, this particular demon was working with Li Lun!

Uhhhh is he though? You were still in Li Lun's illusion when he died?

Oh SHIT... and surely if he had died the illusion would have immediately dissolved? Which would mean he very much DIDN'T die.. and just faked you out with an illusion of him burning up!!

EXACTLY!!

Ru-roh Shaggy!!

Hahahaa the way he ducks away from Ying Lei's pat on the head - and then actively seeks one from Zhuo Yichen!!

Jeez, callous much? Also? Fuck you!

You tell him Sijing!!

AND WHOSE FUCKING FAULT IS THAT?!! YOURS!!

You made this happen!! All so you could get your precious fucking ever-burning wood!!

Point of order though... why did he wear that dumb mask for so long? Like.. who did he need to be hiding his face from other than us, the audience? There was no need for him to hide who he was from Chongwu Camp?

Don't you fucking stick that needle in my girl, you fucker!!

Hahahaaa Ying Lei is soliciting head pats too!! These dumbasses!!

Oh my god poor Zhuo Yichen!

Saved by Bai Jiu!

His double-take from.. "Thank goodness you're here!" to "Why are you here!"

Zhou Yichen she's a fucking SHAPESHIFTER!!

Why are they so fucking stupid?

Oh ffs didn't Ying Lei warn you about this Zhuo Yichen?!!

Aaaaand that's where it ends.

Ngl that whole sequence annoyed me. They KNOW she is a shapeshifter, why did they keep getting taken in every time she pretended to be someone they know?!

[renard-dartigue]

Kaiju no 8 ch.117 Review

Bruh I'm so shook right now! Some of my previous predictions turned out to be true. But I never would have guessed in what way!

Spoilers Ahead:

(And possible deranged rambling)

So it appears that the phantom samurai isn't an entity that has once had the kaiju shifting ability, the samurai IS the kaiju itself. Which is, holy shit!

It takes Kafka back in time to witness how it was created. I wonder if what's happening is similar to Assassin's Creed where using your genetic code, you can experience events that happened to your ancestors.

This would provide an explanation as to how the kaiju found Kafka. It identified Kafka through his bloodline.

Also, the way I shouted "My boiiiii!" when I saw Hoshina's ancestor lmao. Those cyndaphil looking eyes will forever stay with the Hoshina bloodline.

And I don't know if it has been mentioned before, but it never occurred to me that they were using kaiju weaponry back then. I just assumed that was a more resent development. That's really cool.

But, as Kafka states, its difficult to draw out power from them and they take a huge toll on the body compared to modern weapons.

It's also pretty funny how we got a hoshikaf moment in a flash back. I'd like to think that if Kafka really is in the place of his ancestor, he and Hoshina's ancestor had the same dynamic they have in modern day to some degree.

I'd gush about it more but I have to set that aside for now because this chapter takes a turn for the gruesome.

The warriors are able to take down the kaiju and I'm just as shocked as Kafka. Because I remember when Hoshina was talking about the warriors of the past and how their weaponry was more suited for smaller kaiju. But these clearly aren't KDF squads. It's untold thousands of warriors with spears, swords, archery, and cannons. What they lack in strength, they make up in numbers. And it works at first.

But the phantom samurai states that something happened that wasn't in the norm. If I remember correctly, they are called "after beasts".

So call me crazy but isn't that the same creature that they are currently fighting in modern day? I don't mean 9. The creature that is within 9. I don't think it was given a name yet so for convenience, I'm going to call it no.0 for now.

Kafka either recognizes this being as no.0 or has a gut feeling that the warriors are in danger. Regardless, Kafka is fully immersed in the flash back, thinking he can change events. That or these are the words of his ancestor and Kafka is just a spectator.

And can I just say that this is the most amount of gore we've seen from this manga. It isn't as visceral as say Chainsaw Man or other seinens. But this is a first for this particular manga. It makes the events much more brutal.

Man, this moment of Kafka seeing Hoshina's ancestor die and get eaten seriously hurts my soul. He may not have been the man Kafka knows but the fact they look so much alike is probably traumatic for him.

Kafka is forced to watch and experience the pain and loss of the warriors, even getting cut up himself. Given Kafka's personality, it must be agonizing for him to see people die and not be able to help this time.

And apparently this is a sentiment that the warriors share. As the phantom explains how helpless they all felt, the words "Damn it" flood the page, the same thought as Kafka.

We get interesting, or macabre, panels of the warrior souls converging together into one.

Forming into the creature responsible for kaiju no.8 existence.

So the phantom samurai is saying that all the souls of the dead warriors merged with their kaiju based armor, their collective consciousness united in one goal. Killing kaiju.

That is FUCKING AWESOME!

God damn it I wish chapters were longer I can't take the suspense anymore! We get something new every chapter but it never feels like enough aaaaagh! Please Naoya Sensei, I can't stand it! Its killing me fdfhdzcgd!

Anyways, time for predictions.

Even though I implied at the beginning that there where no kaiju shifters before Kafka, that might not be true. We still don't know what no.8 was doing before finding Kafka. It could have latched itself to another descendant of the warriors before Kafka but it was at a time with poor documentation and secrecy was necessary for their survival. The next chapter might go into that.

I no longer believe the phantom samurai to be a previous kaiju shifter. He looks to be an amalgam of the collective minds of the deceased warriors will.

I wonder why it took until now for the phantom to appear to Kafka. In his previous near death experiences, Kafka only saw the tiny kaiju repeating "kill" over and over.

Could it be that Kafka's training with Narumi, willingly giving himself up to kaiju no.8's full power, drew him closer to the warriors will?

OR, did the resurgence of no.0 trigger the phantom to appear due to it being the reason they all perished.

God, so many more questions. And I know they will likely be answered in the next few chapter but the wait is agony, blarg!

If you came this far, thanks for reading. Hope I don't come off as too deranged lol. It's just so exciting finally getting answers to questions I've had for so long heh.

[themostlesbianever]

ITS THAT TIME AGAIN ALL MY 9-1-1 THOUGHTS IN ONE POST

(i forgot to do this until the tommy started talking about how his ex ran off with someone half her age)

- okay but we knew maddie would want another kid

- i predicted it

- NO WAY TOMMY DO NOT SAY IT

- TOMMY IS NOT ABBYS EX

- NO

- FUCKING

- WAY

- OH MY LORD THEY ACTUALLY DID IT

- bless you

- bless you

- damn

- OH MY LORD THERE GOES HIS INTESTINES

- hihi spilled his guts

- ahw ur shirt is ruined☹️

- hen screentime crumbs😋

- i will eat up every single hen screentime crumb i can get

- (every screentime crumb where she is at peace/happy)

- that is crazy maddie

- HOW MANY MEN SHE TURNED GAY😭😭😭

- hihi josh fishing for tea

- i love josh the gossip magnet

- oh now buck is doubting tommy

- lets not

- oh buck baby

- so i think tommy had a gf just to have one, like because of his surroundings and shit, but its good he broke it off before marriage, he definitely should have before an engagement tho

- also i just KNOW people are gonna throw shit at tommy for this and im not excited

- the dreaded c word care

- "i CARE about good sole support"- hen (i think that was the line)

- JOSH I LOVE YOU

- oh josh babe you are so right

- YES JOSH

- SINGLE HANDEDLY ENDING TOMMY HATRED

- well people are still gonna hate but like, hes so right

- tommy had it so much harder and did things to protect himself he definitely isn't proud of and now it looks bad because a lot of people dont have to do tjose things to protect themselves anymore

- "do you want me to read you a story" oh maddie i love you

- not 9-1-1 but someone is setting off HELLA fireworks and its not even fully dark yet

- i HATE fireworks, yeah theyre pretty but theyre torture for ao many wild animals AND me

- back to 9-1-1

- did it almost kill maddie??

- oh wait yes, not the pregnancy and birth but after

- oops sorry maddie

- hard times for madney😔

- STOP CHIM NO MAKING ME CRY

- uh oh maddie is worrying

- RIPPED TANK TOP EDDIE

- YOURE SO GAY EDDIE

- OMG HOT PASTOR

- FUCK BUDDIE I NEED EDDIE x HOT PASTOR

- "no offence im straight" BOY!!?!????

- no you aint

- yes father but he could be your daddy

- IM SO SORRY I CANT SAY THAT

- oh god therapy time

- yea eddie you dont feel worthy of juice

- very handsome moustache

- OH MY GOD IS EDDIES MOUSTACHE GONNA BURN OFFF??

- PLEASE PUT IT ON FIRE JUST ENOUGH SO IT CANT BE SAVED

- "do" something that makes you feel joy, how about DO a man and make some realisations about yourself babes

- WORM

- would you still love me if i was a worm

- dont be a baby man he is a baby

- jack😔

- "a billion tons" STOP THATS ADORABLE

- eddie you are NOT going down a pipe again

- YES LITTLE MAN

- whats with this season and little hero boys

- they actually put a kid down the pipe omg

- please actually save this kid my lord this is stressful

- GET HIM

- YOU CAN DO IT MILES

- WORM

- WE ARE WORMS

- BE A WORM

- HELL YEAH

- chim is 100% telling maddie he wants another kid now

- hen you are adorable oh my lord

- tommy ur so adorable

- uh oh

- UH OH

- this has got to be the hurdle

- HES THE HIMBO

- that is SO crazy

- look at them being all open and having a cute little talk

- UNTIL NOW

- IS THIS AN I LOVE YOU MOMENT??????

- ahw tommy

- WOAH

- HELLO MOVE IN YES

- MORE GAY

- oh youre doing to much buck

- so sweet

- OH

- TOMMY STOP WHAT

- it is new

- tommy youre very right actually you are his first

- tommy is actually so right because buck is moving too fast

- buck isnt ready himself like he figured out he was bi like a week ago (not literally)

- WHAT NO YOU DIDNT

- god damn it the bucktommy haters got what they wanted

- fuck off so many buddie fans are gonna be so miserable and annoying

- OH HE CALLED HIM BUCK

- i hope we get to see more tommy

- like he comes back sometimes for a rescue or for advice for chimney or something

- WOAH CHIM NO TALKING ABOUT DEATH OVER HERE

- maddies eyebrows are so expressive i love it

- OMG WE KNEW THIS

- PERGANT

- BOMB

- ahw cuties

- OMG MIRROR SCENE

- they gave us literally like everything weve been talking about

- oh eddie what are you doing

- PLEASE MAKE CHRIS COME HOME AND WALK IN ON THIS

- wait no that would mean more trauma

- this man is CRAZY

- someone has a GOT to walk in on this no?

- oh maybe buck being all sad like "my hot boyfriend broke up with me☹️"

- i really hope IF they make buddie happen they dont do it yet, maybe next season because its too soon for both of them to be dating

- no walking in but there is someone there

- eddie put on some pants man

- it is sad buck

- ☹️

- i am not excited for all those insufferable buddie fans/ bucktommy haters to come and hate on tommy for every single line he said

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Choi San (ATEEZ) X Fem Reader

Smut (99% of it)

2nd Person POV

Public sex, Ateez fanfiction, Ateez Smut, wet and messy, hot tub sex, praising, praise, begging,

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The pool house was empty besides the two of you. You and San. San and you. He decided to completely rent the pool house out. The. whole. damn. Pool house. It definitely felt strange for you to be in an empty pool house but you still cuddled up beside San in the hot tub.

You always knew your boyfriend was pretty kinky and liked to do things in public but you both tried to retain that due to him being an idol. So when his hand crept up your leg the realization hit. You smiled and slid a hand across his shoulders seductively.

"Is that why you rented out a whole pool house instead of going on a regular date like shopping?" You asked asked and San looked away from you.

"Huh? What do you mean?" He asked, acting innocent as if he hadn't planned everything.

"You want to have sex in this place, huh?" You teased and his ears were slowly turning red. "It's okay if you want to. But if not, I'm content cuddling." You shrugged as you pulled your hand from his shoulders. He quickly had you caged against the wall of the hot tub. His eyes hungry. "Do you want it, Baby?" You blinked innocently.

"I want it. I've been thinking about it since we got here." He confessed as his eyes raked over your revealing laced swimsuit. You wet your lips and then bite your bottom lip as you return the gaze over his body. "Your swimsuit didn't help either."

"Mmm, I'm glad you liked it." You purred, "I picked it especially for you."

"Did you now?" He purred back and he pressed his knee between your legs. You let out a gasp but a seductive smirk instantly spread across your face. Your confidence wasn't always this high. You used to never think that it was possible to have a chance with your own boyfriend. You were insecure and shy but after San it had changed so much by praising you constantly especially in the bedroom. He would chant it to you like a mantra. Like he was under a spell you casted on him.

"Yes, even though I look delicious no matter what, right, Baby?" You asked and he nodded obediently. Despite the obedience he was still very much in control of the situation.

"Yes.." He responded.

"Yes?" You asked.

"Yes." He growled. He crashed his lips against yours as he rubbed his knee against your pussy. Hardly any fabric in the way to stop the friction. Your back arched as you moaned into the kiss.

"San." You gasp.

"Yes?" He growled softly as he gave a harsher thrust into his leg. You let out a gasp quickly followed by a moan.

"You feel good." San groaned at that.

"You're so pretty when you say those words, beautiful." There it was. The first time he has said it since they started, not even two minutes in. It made you feel good, your heart fluttering.

"San..."

"So gorgeous. Look at you." He purred before kissing you sweetly, sucking on your lips. You sucked back as he continued to move his knee against you. You let out a moan.

"S-San." You whimpered as you began to move against his leg, trying to get more friction your wet pussy was begging for. "San please.." You beg as you rub harder against him.

"Fuck, you're so pretty when you beg." He groaned in your ear. You let out a pant and pushed the small fabric covering your pussy and pushed in two fingers with no warning. Your back arched as you saw stars, his fingers hitting the right spot inside you.

"Oh my god, San!" You gasped out as you squirmed desperately. He held your hip tightly so your movement was restricted as he thrust his fingers in and out of you. You gasped and moaned as he pleased you.

"I want to be inside you. Please." He begged and you wouldn't deny it. You spread your legs wider in invitation and he didn't take a second longer. He whipped his dick out at an impossibly fast speed and lined himself with your entrance. You bit your lower lip as he pushed in and let out a high pitched moan.

"That's right, baby. Tell me how much you like it." He groaned as he buried his face in your neck and began to thrust into you at a desperate pace. He caressed your body with his hands as he continued to fuck you. You could feel him in your deepest part and it made your eyes roll back.

"San, I'm so close!" You moaned out.

"Cum for me, you're so pretty when you cum on my dick." San panted as he pulled from the crook of your neck to watch you cum on his dick. You let out a whimpering moan as you clapped on his dick. He cummed immediately after seeing your face. He sprinkled your face with soft kisses as he worked you both through your high.

[bugswarm]

What are you talking about? I didn't need a week long break. I needed a break for a few hours, maybe a day at most. Also "What stops you from thinking this intrusive thought then going, internally, 'damn I need a break'"? Uh, I did. That's exactly what happened. Want a timeline of events?

Initial thought was "God. The people of my country are so fucked up. Maybe we all should just get nuked off the map. Yeah that inlcudes myself and everyone I know but maybe its worth it so the US can't keep fucking up the planet and causing the death of millions of innocents. Ends justifying the means of whatever" Then I started crying and went "Fuck. That's actually really fucked up. I need to step away. Ill let my followers know that they might not see me online for a bit and then close the app". Thus I made the post you are oh so upset about, closed the app, went back to doing other things, and then got 30 notifications when my email synced because I had email notifications turned on for replies to posts.

I saw what people were saying and went "oh fuck they think Im talking about palestine. I should go explain and clarify that the reason I can't logic my way out of these intrusive thoughts right now isn't because Im a psychopath and so morally corrupt as to thinking this about palestine or something. This anger is entirely directed at the people who are ultimately responsible for the death of millions including palestinians and who have proved that they don't care about that or are directly for that more than once. Also some people are taking this as me being a direct danger to myself or others so I should also clarify that Im not. That im exclusively having intrusive thoughts about how I wouldn't be that upset if a 3rd party nuked us off the map to get us to stop being a problem for the rest of the world. Not that Im gonna like, go shoot up a mall or something like some people seem to think. " and followed up with an explicit request to be left alone and a reminder that harassing me was the pro-genocidal thoughts move (since the whole point of the post was that I was upset about the thoughts, getting mad about the post means being mad that I wasn't just straight up pro-genocide. There isn't another thing to be mad about so that's the only option left).

That's also when I turned off reblogs. People kept replying though and I tried explaining more but people just kept doubling down and telling me to kill myself so I went and figured out how to turn replies off too. I made a few follow up posts to explain things better because at that point I had spent hours off of tumblr, sobbed on my friends floor and had a conversation that calmed me down and wasn't struggling with the intrusive thoughts almost at all (was more pissed off that people were harassing me for being disturbed about the thoughts than anything else, though can't say that I didn't have any more intrusive thoughts at all that night but they were easier to logic my disagreement) and figured that maybe the wording I used originally wasn't the best if so many people were still misinterpreting things but follow up posts and edits don't help if people are attacking you over a screenshot of the original post's wording and not reading the edits and other posts that explain so that didn't change anything. Tumblr was also glitching and refusing to close my ask box.

Eventually I went to bed and woke up to over a hundred messages in my ask box and some DMs. Figured out how to turn those off and that's when people started @ing me death threat posts. So I turned @ing off too.

Finally you went and found a random unrelated post of mine just so you could continue to harass me and make sure I saw it despite me very obviously trying to cut off every possible communication method for a reason. I haven't had any issue with intrusive thoughts since about 8-10 hours after the initial post was made and yet you keep claiming Im somehow doubling down on shit when all Im doing is telling you to go the fuck away and leave me alone and to stop harassing me over a post about how disturbing thoughts were why I was going to be offline for a little bit.

How are you not getting this? Youre the problem here. You're mad at me for communicating that I needed a break due to disturbing thoughts. You're saying that Im "playing the victim" when all I did was have some intrusive thoughts, explained that was why I needed time away, and then got mercilessly harassed for days. I didn't victimize anyone else and was the only person who got hurt here. Was I maybe not the most articulate mid-mental breakdown? Sure, that's kinda par for the course with how a mental breakdown works. That doesn't mean you should harass me for days, and ignore the fact that despite my explanations, you still are misunderstanding what that post says.

I couldn't even escape from this and fully take that break I was asking for because I couldn't turn my phone off due to most of this happening while I was at work and my phone is something I use for my job at times. Deleting the app wouldn't help because of email notifications. And turning off notifications also wouldn't help because then I would just have to come back to hundreds of people sending me suicide bait and death threats and harassment. I wanted to get people to stop harassing me and when begging people to leave me alone didn't work, i cut off the avenues to contact me. But people just keep finding new ways to do that. And you finally found the one avenue that can't be turned off. Sure I can block you and maybe thatll stop this but if you figured it out, others can too. So forgive me if Im fucking pissed off at you especially when you are saying I will never hear the end of this. Ive done everything I can to make people stop trying to make me actually pro-genocide but yall won't fucking stop trying. Go the fuck away you genocidal freak

Something thing to think about, the most secure platform for conversations is Signal.

Signal Protocol-based platforms like Whatsapp, Facebook Messenger's secret conversations, or Skype's Private Conversations are a second best option for making sure no one can find out what you are talking about. These may be a good option for people who need a better UX than Signal itself can offer (Signal is very basic and there is no ability to back up your messages or transfer them to another device, whereas something like whatsapp can do some of those things with minimal security risk for most people).

Telegram is the most well known platform for secure messages. It's... not secure. At all. It has a lot of known security flaws. It's just well known because it has good UX and people don't often think to differentiate between "secure against hackers and malicious actors" and "secure against governments". Telegram is only secure against hackers, not governments. Do not use it for anything illegal nor anything you don't want your government to be able to find out.

[fionatheicicle]

If you are writing a book and you are describing something that is all knowing, the word you need to use is omniscient, not omnipotent.

Omnipotent is all powerful

Omniscient is all knowing.

[jaybirdscoffee]

i think seeing a destiel meme about the election results tomorrow might actually send me over the edge

[semi-sketchy]

The Q&A of the Xenoblade 3 art book leaked and I am. Feeling something.

I think it's annoyance. I don't know if even Takahashi knows what he's cooking at this point.

[genderqueeradrien]

watching austin green's video about the wilbur + gnf allegations and he included clips from gnf's stream and not even fucking joking it is so reminiscent of my fucking title ix hearing. "at no point did i think she was uncomfortable" "im very cautious about consent" "i was shocked that she had such a different idea of what happened" "she said things that made me look bad like that she was frozen in place or that she was scared" "well she smiled at me so i didnt know she was uncomfortable" Like this is all shit that the person who assaulted me said either verbatim or very similarly. and they lost the case BTW they were found guity for everything and in the words of the lawyer -> "[they were] relying on [me] to say "no" rather than ensuring consent at the outset. Based on that alone I find that a reasonable person in [this person]'s position would not have understood they had obtained consent to this activity."

[piplupod]

once again getting incredibly angry with the current state of the psychiatry industry/system because I thought about it for more than five seconds

[falinscloaca]

cat hacker reintroduces mspec lesbian discourse into my life my brain obliterates itself in ocd-fueled recursive self-argumentation