#I’m never deleting TikTok I’m fucking crying

[ricoelpobre]

Bro

[galariangengar]

💭

[httpscomexe]

I’ve recently become obsessed with Wade Wilson and Logan Howlett, and I love your FSD and Ensnared series.

I wanted to make a request on a poolverine one where Deadpool and Wolverine were both hired by the Avengers to find the reader and bring her to the tower because even though she’s just a normal civilian, she actually has some secret shit up her sleeves like a Mafia boss or something, but they kinda grow on her?

Thank you 💛❤️

Risk of Contract - Red and Yellow

Summary: You’re back to partying after a few years of giving up, but of course, your idols have to get in the way, and you quickly learn just how bad you’ve fucked up with the Avengers.

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Pairings: Logan x Reader x Wade

Warnings: Individual Warnings PerChapter - Kidnapping, drugging, language, cruel jokes, underage drinking, mentions of murder, blood, fight, sexual jokes, Honda odyssey, early stage obsession? Logan and Wade are both warnings.

Word count: 4815 (Find all chapters here) Chapter 2

P.S. If you’d like to be tagged, please let me know through an ask, DM, or comment. Thank you. (This fic is going to be a non-con with triggering kinks such as blood kinks and pain kinks)

P.P.S. Red and Yellow=Wade and Logan, Yellow=Logan, Red=Wade

There it was again. Another TikTok edit of Logan Howlett on your FYP. You’ve considered deleting all of your socials a few times. Your little crush had developed into an obsession. Which, for some reason, was becoming unhealthy. For some unknown reason, it made you genuinely sad that you knew you would never be able to meet Wolverine or Deadpool. Hell, you lived right in New York, and you’ve never even seen Spiderman for fucks sake. Everyone else has, but for some reason, you haven’t.

It actually made you jealous of your friends.

Yea, you were a normal college student who was working for your degree, but you lived in the heart of the city and you’ve never seen any of the heroes. Worst of all, you’ve never seen Wolverine or Deadpool, your idols. They weren’t the best to look up to, but you loved them.

Every edit you got on instagram or TikTok almost had you crying yourself to sleep.

So yea, it was unhealthy.

But you couldn’t help it. And with Halloween being today, it was even worse. Maybe a Wolverine costume wasn’t per-say the best idea.

You felt like a weirdo being obsessed with the two men, but you didn’t care.

You’re a loner in the school. The only reason people knew you was because you’ve shown up to parties on multiple occasions uninvited, but one specific time you got overly drunk, and your ex just wouldn’t leave you alone. So you got into a bit of a fight, and broke some kids' furniture.

That was in the past though, and he finally forgave you after two years, so there you were again. Dressed in a slutty Wolverine costume, walking up the front steps of the rich kids mansion, his parents went out on their annual work trip for Halloween.

Of course, you weren’t the only one dressed as Wolverine. The fight for humanity was just won to protect your earth, so obviously everyone was dressed as them. The most realistic being some of the football players.

“Hey! Y/N!” You turn as your friend runs towards you, a bald cap on her head. She was dressed as Charles Xavier of course. She was still disappointed she wouldn’t be able to bring a wheelchair to the party. Her definition of a cruel joke. “Love it, you look hot.”

“Thanks.” You chuckle, bringing your hands up to show the claws you programmed to come out upon clicking a button with your thumb, her mouth making an ‘O’ shape as they retract.

“That’s cool as fuck, I wish I was smart, your costume is way cooler than mine.”

“Pfft, what? You are absolutely rocking that bald cap.”

“Oh har har, very funny.” She walks up to the front doors of the mansion with you. “I’m glad Luke is letting you back in, just don’t fight anyone this time please.”

“I’m not promising anything.” She rolls her eyes and shows one of Luke’s bodyguards the texts on her phone which proved she was invited, then you show yours.

“You again? There better not be another fight.”

“Promise.” You tell him, your friend looking back and rolling her eyes.

“What happened to no promises?” She whispers, a smirk on her face as she walks in with you.

“They don’t count.” You tell her, immediately making your way to the table with red cups, and you quickly pour yourself a drink.

“Maybe you shouldn’t drink this time?”

“Oh hush, don’t deny me my happiness.”

“Still think you should go to rehab.” You give her a look, which she immediately takes as a sign to shut up.

“Hey, surprised you showed up.” An arm lays over your shoulder, you look over to see your best friend, and he’s dressed as Spiderman for the fifth year in a row.

“Spiderman again, Peter?”

“He’s my favourite, I think he’s cool.”

“He’s probably not.” You shrug, messing with him.

“Well you’ve never met him.”

“Yea, well I’m not as lucky as you.” You roll your eyes, taking the first sip of your drink.

“Hey Ned, how’s it going?” Peter's arm leaves your shoulder, and he goes to greet Ned before they do their long ass secret handshake. One they do so often you’ve memorised it.

“Peter Parker?” Flash… “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I come here every year…”

Their conversation fades out as you stop listening to it. Flash being the asshole you fought with in the first place.

You start to think again that maybe you shouldn’t be there. You could always go to another party or just get drunk in your own dorm, you weren’t sure why you even bothered coming.

Right.

Michelle.

“Hey, yay. You came.” MJ nudges you to get your attention. “How long have you been here?”

“Not long.” You answer her, drinking some more and you feel your phone buzz in your pocket, but you ignore it.

“Are you alright?”

“Yea, why?”

“You seem different.” She tells you, tilting her head up a little and her eyes stare down at you. “I don’t know what it is.”

“I don’t-”

“Did you take drugs?”

“What- No-”

“I’m joking, calm down, you don’t have to take everything so seriously.” She teases.

“I’m not taking anything seriously.” You chuckle. “I’m totally chill right now.”

“Oh my God, stop yelling at me, it was a joke.”

“You jerk.” You playfully punch her shoulder. Her little tactic to put a smile on your face works, as usual. You take another sip of your drink, the alcohol easily slipping down your throat.

Looking around the mansion, which was now filled with people, your suspicions were true. A majority of the kids were in their Deadpool and Wolverine costumes.

“What are you supposed to be right now?” You ask MJ, your eyes trailing up and down her costume. It was like a child mashed together a bunch of colours.

“Oh my little sister made it for me. I’m Captain Spider.”

“Captain Spider?”

“Yea, Captain America and Spiderman.”

You try not to laugh, you really do. And you don’t.

It comes out as more of a snort. Then it turns into a laugh.

“Not funny, she worked so hard on it.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You continue laughing, covering your mouth to try hiding it.

“Are you already drunk?”

“What? No…” You lie. “What makes you think that?”

“You giggle a lot when you’re drunk, but not normal giggling, it's obnoxious.”

“Oh please, go find your boyfriend. He’s Spiderman.”

“What about you?”

“I think I’m gonna leave.” You see the visible disappointment on her face as you tell her you’re going to leave soon. You didn’t like the party aspect of parties. Always too many people.

Then there was Flash…

“Hey, glad you finally forgave me.” Shit.

“Who says I forgave you?”

“Well you showed up so I assumed-”

“I don’t forgive you.”

There’s silence between the two of you before MJ speaks up.

“Let’s um… Let’s calm down, how about Flash you go that way, and Y/N-”

“Yea Y/N, calm down.” Flash interrupts her.

“Don’t interrupt my friend…”

“Or what?” He puts his drink down on a nearby table, a little harshly as some alcohol jumps out and drips onto the table under it.

“I beat your ass last time I’ll do it again.” You tell him, you head tuning out MJs voice.

“You did not win that fight.”

“You would’ve been in the hospital if Peter hadn’t pulled me off of you.”

“You weren’t even close to that level.”

“I broke your nose, asshole, why do you think your face isn’t symmetrical anymore?”

“One more word.” He warns, but you only smirk. You throw your head back, finishing your drink in one big gulp before setting down your empty red cup next to his full one.

“Fuck you.”

Your hand swings first, before he can even process what you had said. He looks back up, stunned from the punch as a trickle of blood leaks from his nose.

“I think I fixed it.”

“Asshole!” He jumps at you, knocking you into some other people dressed as animals.

“Hey!” You hear Luke’s voice, his dumbass shouldn’t have invited you again. Or he shouldn’t have invited you both at least, that would’ve been logical.

He tries to get to you as you easily overpower Flash, on top of him as he covers his face, preventing you from throwing punches at his nose, but his arms were sure to have bruises. You knew Luke wouldn’t be able to reach the two of you, he was skinny, and the crowd of people barely moved an inch as he tried to push them out of the way.

“You fucking bitch get off!” Flash yells from underneath you, his hand finding an empty Cola can on the ground which he quickly smashes against the side of your head before getting up quickly, immediately grabbing something from the table as you pop onto your feet, you knew better than to turn your back on the person you’re fighting. “You crazy fucker…” He mumbles, a full bottle of alcohol in his hand being held by the neck, which he was ready to smash on you. But you didn’t care as you wiped a little sliver of blood off your cheek and walked towards him. You had much more experience in fighting than he ever will. “Come on! Come at me!”

“Do you ever shut up?” You groan, and he swings the bottle at you, which easily smashes over your head, and as you drop to the ground, your arms wrap around his legs, making some people gasp as you drop him back onto the ground, your knee sliding over broken glass as blood seeps through your Wolverine costume, your fist colliding with his jaw, not nearly all of your strength put into the punch, as you didn’t exactly plan on breaking his jaw.

Though it might do him some good.

And you were about to let him pull the white flag, your fist halfway in the air, preparing to come back down, but then he spoke again, and it pissed you off.

“You’re such a freak.” He pauses, and then the next part blows your steam.

“It’s no fucking wonder your dad abandoned you.”

You jaw clenches, and all mercy leaves you body as you’re about to put all of your strength into the punch, but a force stops you, and you’re forced to your feet.

“What the fuck?”

“What’s going on?”

“Y/N?”

“Her eyes…”

You hear everyone mumbling, but you don’t bother paying attention as the arms around your waist bring you away from Flash. You can’t seem to turn your head, your eyes are locked on him, some camera flashes hitting your pupils, but you ignore it. You wanted to fight-

No.

You wanted to fucking kill Flash.

But you’re dragged away, and only when a hand slaps you across the face do you snap out of it, and you’re outside now, two of the football players standing in front of you. One in a Deadpool costume, the other in their Wolverine costume.

In anger, you shove at the one dressed as Wolverine, and he barely budges as he stares down at you, his mask covering his face.

“What the fuck man! I had him!” You shout as you push him. “Fuck!” You scream, the outside of the mansion's front yard completely empty as everyone else continues partying inside.

“Not very pretty words for a very pretty mouth.” Excuse you?

“Excuse me?” You look at the one dressed as Deadpool, your voice stunned, sounding offended as he stares down at you.

“How about you calm down?”

If another person tells me to calm the fuck down…” You shout the last few words, it was worse than being told to smile more.

And for the first time, you look up at the dude's face who was wearing the Wolverine costume. He was a full grown fucking man. He almost looked like… No, it wasn't possible.

There was no way the real Deadpool and Wolverine would just show up to some random Halloween party, they had more important things to deal with.

Or so you thought.

But then your stomach drops as the man takes off his mask.

It was really him.

You turn your head to look at the guy in the Deadpool costume- err- suit. He had already removed his mask.

Sure enough, it was the real deal.

“What the fuck-?” You mumble.

Of all the ways you see these guys face to face, it was like this.

Blood leaking down your face from your scalp because a bottle was smashed on your skull, your lips also covered in it from the amount of blood, well- basically the entire right side of your face was covered in the blood, some still occasionally dripping down from the cut on your scalp, and you knees were also blooded, along with a huge gash on your thigh as it seeped through your yellow costume, staining the fabric.

“You got a nice punch for a college girl.” Wolverine speaks up finally, his arms crossed as he stares down at you, almost like he hates you.

“Well that's because she’s a bit more than that, ain’t that right?” Deadpool asks you rhetorically, and you debate how to answer it before your phone starts ringing in your pocket.

You pull it out, the screen now cracked from the fight, the screen telling you that ‘Mark’ was calling, so you pick it up and take a step back from your idols.

“Hey man, what’s uh- what’s up?”

“Did you get my text?”

“Probably, I just haven't seen it yet, why?”

“Well how about you look at it, it’s really fucking important.” He hangs up. Such an ass.

You open the messaging app, one notification from him.

And your heart stops.

Shit. You tell yourself.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

You slowly look back up at the two men. They knew exactly what the call was about.

Of course, you finally meet these two, in the wrong setting, at the wrong time, wearing the wrong thing, and for the wrong reason. Couldn’t possibly be worse.

“Anyways, uh… I should- I should really go-” You tell them, your voice shaking embarrassingly as you take a few steps back, they take the same amount of steps forward.

So you break out in a run, it doesn’t last long though.

You’re quickly stopped, your hair pulled as one of them drag you back.

“Woah there biscuits, we just wanna talk.” Wade turns you around, holding you by your shoulders as Logan tenses up, just waiting for you to run. “We’re not gonna kill you, just a few questions and we will be out of your hair.”

“Really?”

“Yes, then replaced by Nick Fury's agents.” You scoff as he keeps you still. You don’t bother fighting back, you knew damn well you wouldn’t be able to overpower him.

“Wonderful that makes this so much better. Look.” You gently take his hands off your shoulders. “I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m definitely not who you think I am.”

“Oh you are. We know exactly who you are.” Logan speaks.

“Who am I then? I am a twenty year old college girl with a drinking problem who goes to my friend's drama club every Friday. Doesn’t sound very Wolverine and Deadpool worthy.” You blab out, hoping they’d just leave you alone.

“No, see. You’re the girl who was abandoned, or rather ran away,” Ouch. “At a very young age because of daddy issues, who decided that she would cope with the loss by becoming a very, very hated bounty hunter, mercenary, assassin, whatever you may go by.” Wade spits out, nodding a little in the end. “But we just have a few questions.”

“Fuck you.”

“Again, your mouth is too pretty to be saying that nasty word-”

“Wade enough.” Logan shuts him up, and looks down at you, bending down a little to reach your height. “You going to tell us everything you know about your boss, or we are going to have our fun fucking your face up before we give you to Fury.”

“Again, you have the wrong person.”

“Give it.” He stands straight, holding his hand out to Wade as the guy in red reaches into his pocket, placing a syringe into his palm. “You don’t wanna talk? Fine. We won’t let you go.” He tells you, taking the cap off the needle and grabbing you as you try to move away before stabbing the pin into the side of your neck, and he pushes the contents into your veins.

When you wake up, it feels like you’ve been sleeping in a dusty room for years, your body immediately gasping and coughing for years as the smell of alcohol and murky water clouding your lungs like we're in a swamp.

Your head spins, and you groan in pain, whatever they injected you with fucking hurt. You wouldn’t be surprised if it expired as you sit there, feeling paralyzed. Each of your limbs in pain and a tear falls from your eye, but you sit up, the worst of the pain targeted towards your waist, like you’ve done a thousand curl ups without a break.

The room is as you expect it to look, the murky scent of a swamp on making you lightheaded. There’s a green glow on the walls as the sun shines through a window curtain, and you’re sitting in a bed that was more than likely the origin of the smell, a dirty hand rag sitting on the edge.

“Fucking disgusting…” You mumble as you throw your feet over the edge of the bed, your bare skin touching the cold, worn wooden floor. You make your way to the bedroom door, expecting it to be locked but it opens easily, the hinges screaming as you slowly open it, checking for anyone in sight, but there was no one. Until a head peeks up from behind a counter.

“Are you awake girl?” The voice asks, an older woman's face looking towards the area you were standing in, but not quite. “Hello? I swear I heard the door open…” She mumbles, and stumbles towards you. She’s blind. You realise, stepping to the side slightly to avoid her running into you.

“H-Hi?”

“Oh! Hi. So you are awake.”

“Yes, sorry. Where am I?” You ask as she begins to walk back over to behind the counters, tripping on the way over a box but catching herself.

“Dammit Wade, stop moving things…” She growls, her teeth clenched. “You are in my humble abode. Wade said to keep you here until he got back.”

“Well, I have to go-” You take a single step towards the front door, but stop.

“My name is Althea hun, what’s yours?” She asks, and you tell her your name. “That’s a very pretty name. Wade and his friend Logan have said a lot about you.”

“Have they…?” You roll your eyes a little. What could those two possibly say about you, someone they’ve never met before.

“Yea, they tell me you’re stubborn, but you’re smart.”

“That's… not a lot, but okay.”

“Oh there’s more, mainly from Wade but I don’t think you want to hear the sexual fantasies that I was cursed to listen to from the day I met him.” Your eyes squint in confusion, and your mouth moves as if you’re about to say something, but nothing comes out. “Are you hungry? I know Wade has some leftover mac and cheese, but it’s shaped like unicorns. Although I can’t see very well obviously and I personally think they’re shaped like a penis. Or at least that’s what the shape feels like when I eat it.” She opens the fridge taking out a tupperware bowl and she slides it onto the counter. With as much as you wanted to leave, you didn’t want to be rude.

“Yea no they uh…” You look down at the leftover noodles. “Yea those aren’t unicorns.”

“I fucking knew it.”

“OH! That was amazing! A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!” You turn around quickly, and you’re met with Wade removing his mask as Logan walks in behind him like a lost puppy. Logan's eyes quickly land on you while Wade talks about whatever was so amazing. “Gasp! She’s awake.”

“You don’t actually say gasp, Wade.”

“Well it’s more fun to say gasp than to gasp you should try it some time. Oh wait, you’re too busy grumbling to be able to gasp.” Ironically, Logan grumbles something under his breath. “Well hey there goody-two-shoes. Has blind Al kept you entertained?” Blind Al? He hooks his arm over Althea's shoulders and takes the tupperware of noodles from her. “What’s wrong? Not a fan of the unicorn noods?” He laughs a little, opening the container before picking up some of the noodles with his fingers and shoving them into his mouth as Althea mumbles something you don’t hear, then there’s a presence behind you.

“How long have you been awake?” Logan asks you, his hand settling on your shoulder as you jump to the sound of his voice.

“She hasn’t been up long. Maybe five minutes.” Althea answers for you. “Now are you sure you aren’t hungry? We’ve got crackers, cup noodles-”

“I ate the cup noodles.” Wade interrupts.

“Well we have crackers still and-”

“I ate the crackers with the noodles.”

I’m sure we have half a cucumber left in the fridge.”

“What? Last time I used that thing it wasn’t cut.”

“Used?”

There’s a long silence before Logan speaks up again. “Look, kid.” He makes you face him. “We just have some questions. S.H.I.E.L.D wanted us to bring you to them, but they have this torture method I’m not very fond of that they use when people don’t co-operate.” He explains, his eyes staring into yours, searching for an understanding. “And I know you aren’t the co-operating type, to Wade and I thought it would be best to bring you here. But if you don’t cooperate with us…” He gives you a warning look, and you nod a little. “Good.”

“I just don’t get why they need to question me.”

“You’re smart. And that makes you a threat.” He tells you, and sighs. “So are you hungry?”

“I’m okay.”

“You haven’t eaten in two days.”

“Two-” You stutter, your eyes widening and your eyebrows quirking up. “Two days?”

“Yea, and you don’t even wanna know what Wade did in the bed next to-”

“Okay Ms. Menopause, don’t you have an eye appointment at 2?” Wade shuts her up.

“Why would I have an eye appointment? I’m blind.”

“Let's talk outside.” Logan grabs your arm, and leads you outside of the little apartment.

“I just don’t get it, I didn’t do anything wrong. At least not recently.”

“You have a suit.” Fuck. You freeze as he brings you into the hallway and looks down at you. His height is more intimidating than it should be.

“I- Have… A suit?”

“Yes. Which Tony Stark believes was created by Stark tech. He had a shipment that was stolen last week, and it’s leading back to you.” You stand there speechless. Feeling ridiculous as your shift on your feet, still wearing your Wolverine costume. You didn’t steal shit.

“I did not steal anything.” You answer him honestly. Who in their right minds would steal Stark tech? That’s a death wish.

“Well, they say otherwise, so until you can prove your innocence and that you are not a threat, especially considering you murder people for a living-”

“Woah okay.” You put your hands up defensively. “I have not murdered someone in a little over two months, it gets stressful.”

“Big pay.”

“Really big pay, but not enough for me to do it like it’s a full time job.”

“Then how do you make money on the side? Part time theft?”

“Are you kidding?” You ask, genuinely. “No, I’m a lab assistant at the college I go to.”

“Is that where you get your tech?”

“No, I buy stuff off Facebook and then break it down and repurpose it.”

“With the money you make from murdering people?”

“No, with the money I make from grading chemistry tests.”

“That’s barely $300 a month, I know how much you make.”

“Stalker alert.”

“Look.” He sighs, rubbing his hand down his face. “What was the name of the last man you killed? On March the twenty-third?”

“Does it matter?”

“Oh it matters.” He nods. “It matters a fucking lot. That was a very important person.”

“He was a drug dealer and trafficked children.”

“Yes, and he had very vital information, which the physical evidence was destroyed in the fire you decided to start.”

“I didn’t decide to, it just kind of happened.”

“You turned on a lighter and threw it behind you.”

“So you can get video evidence on that but not video evidence on what he did to children?”

“Did you get anything out of her yet or do we need to waterboard her?” Wade steps out, a dog in his hand. What the fuck?

“We are not waterboarding her.”

“But it always works.”

“I can breathe underwater.” You break into the conversation, and both of their heads turn.

“You’re a mutant?” He asks, more of a declaration though.

“Will that be used against me?”

“Say it again I wanna get it on recording.” Wade giggles a little and hands Logan the hairless pug, its collar reading “Mary Poppins,” then he takes out his phone, the case was adorned with pink sparkles and a unicorn sticker that was peeling off and covered in blood.

“Your friend thinks everything is a joke?” You ask him, and he just nods.

“Yea, you have to be a dick to him first and insult his past if you want him to be even a little serious.” He scratches the dog's head.

“Speaking from experience I’m assuming.” He nods.

“Uh oh, the one eyed ninja is calling me, do I pick up?”

“Yes you pick up, or he’ll come here.”

“Hello Mr. Fury.” Wade speaks into the phone. “Oh no, we still haven’t found her.” He pauses, presumably letting Fury speak. “No, no. We’ve got everything under control.” You reach out and pet the dog that’s still in Logan's arms, and her tongue reaches out to lick you. “No you do not have to put another bullet through my head, that hurt last time- what? No. Of course I’m not lying to you.” Then he suddenly reaches over, and knocks hard on the wall next to him. “Oh? Do you hear that? That’s the stripper I ordered, I have to go before it gets cold. Okay love you bye-” You hear the hang up dial tone before Wade even finishes his sentence. “He’s on his way.”

“You’re fucking kidding me.” Logan growls, handing Wade back the dog.

“Oh I wish. He doesn’t know you’re here though because of the whole…” He moves his hand in a circular motion. “You know, our universe Logan being dead and all… So I guess you can take Y/N and go out for a few hours, come back when I text you it’s safe.”

“And how will he know it’s you texting, not Fury?” You ask.

“We have a safe word.”

“Safe word…?” You look between them. “Like for sex.”

“Yes.” “No.” Two different answers.

“You’re both chaotic.”

“Lovers franchise.” Wade whispers.

“His ‘safeword,’ is bazinga. Whatever the fuck that means.” He makes air quotes.

“Okay well, I’d rather be with you two than see whatever Fury has in stock for me. Where was he? Is he on his way or-?”

“Oh he’s waiting by the front door.”

“What?” You and Logan say in unison.

“Yea, so you’ll have to take the fire exit.

This fucking dude.

Logan growls and grabs your wrist before leading you down the hall and to the window at the end of it before sliding it open.

“Come on.” He steps out, and grabs your hand to help you, not letting go until you were both steadily standing on the metal stairs of the fire exit, then he closed the window and he led you the way down.

“So where are we gonna go?” You ask as you both reach the ground, him helping you down as if you’re fragile. Which you weren’t.

“I know a place.”

“Just don’t murder me…” You mumble, sort of a joke as he leads you to the parking lot, a set of keys in his hands as he clicks a button on them, a Honda Odysseys lights blinking as it unlocks.

“As long as you behave and tell me everything.” He opens the passenger door for you.

“I can guarantee you will not be harmed.”

[tmntforeverinmyheart]

Found fucking “torable” on tiktok. And fucking let them have it for destroying the fandom of one of my favorite shows, and you know I did all that without a single death threat.

Because sending death threats is terrible and should never be done to someone, no matter how much you hate them. And especially since I don’t know “torables” life or mental state.

But I will not let them go without drilling into them how I hate them and their fic, and how they have destroyed the tmnt fandom for me and so many Tmnt 2012 fans.

I’m so angry right now. Because they are a child, a teenager and have no understanding of abuse or autism. And it’s disgusting how they have used it in their fanfiction with no regard to the stigmas surrounding autism especially.

But abuse abuse!? How did this happen! How has the tmnt fandom changed in such a short amount of time. Tmnt 2012 was never perfect, but it never had no many haters and slandering posts and fanart until that disgusting fic came to be.

Putting rise so high up on their horse as if they are angels and 12 Mikey’s brothers are the literal spawns of satan. And then throwing everything’s Mikey’s character is until he’s left as a hollow shell. God, just I literally want to cry. How can one piece of a fans fiction destroy a fandom. Look at what you’ve done “torable” stop being a coward and face what you’ve caused!

I hope they answer me instead of deleting my comments. I want them to respond, I want to argue with them. Tell them how wrong they are Tmnt 2012.

But then another part is just sad, it makes me sad. I don’t know what else to say, thanks for reading my stupid rant. Here have a 🍪

[chansaw]

honestly i might just delete all my social media bc im so sick of all of this bullshit.

let me just start off by saying anti-zionism ≠ antisemitism. the biggest con zionism pulled is conflating the two. israel and its defenders are experts at crying “antisemitism” as a way to shield themselves from any and all accusations of wrongdoing.

THAT BEING SAID!!! there’s just so, so, SO much antisemitic drivel on every single one of my feeds, and much of it is coming from people who i look up to and respect.

like, i saw a post about that horrendous tiktok trend where israeli influencers put on racist makeup and costumes to mock palestinian victims of israel’s attacks, and someone said that every single person in israel deserves to die because of that. i just can’t fathom it. it’s the same thing as when my mother says all palestinians are subhuman bloodthirsty monsters, and that every single palestinian deserves the pain and suffering they’re going through right now. and i think that’s wrong too!!!!!!!!!

why does it feel like i’m the only one who can step back and say “israel is punishing all of palestine for the actions of a few militants. likewise, many people are wishing harm/death/punishment on all muslims because of the actions of a few people and that’s not right. the actions of the israeli government - who claim to be carrying out these atrocities in the name of our faith - have no justification. but they don’t speak for all jews. i don’t think everyone in israel deserves to die or suffer because of the actions of a few people.”

maybe i’m biased because i have family in israel. most of them moved there from iran in the late 70s, in the wake of the revolution, because they literally had nowhere else to go. a few of them (gasp) are even part of the peace movement and stand in staunch opposition to the ongoing occupation. i don’t think they deserve to die.

here’s the part where it gets thorny - i want to be clear upfront and say i condemn the IDF wholeheartedly, but my idiot baby sister bought into the propaganda we were spoonfed since we were kids. after high school, she moved to israel and joined the IDF. i don’t condone that, and i never have. but i can’t not love my sister. i can’t not be terrified for her, even though i think she has made a very terrible mistake by choosing to affiliate with the side of the oppressors. i hate that so fuckign much but i can’t not love her. i don’t want her to die.

i’m tired of feeling like a fucking monster for wanting my family to be okay!

[barofsoap50]

“phone storage is full” the phone says. most people delete pictures of their wedding where the lightings bad or that one mole shows on their face, or photos from the bus ride back to the hotel that one summer you went to peru. well id rather delete important id documents or some message i had to save for later, maybe even my big final art project for this years coursework. it may seem childish and stupid, downright dumb even, but the way i see it is that memories are more important than anything. in the moment your just having fun, without a care in the world and high on whatever that boy in the bathroom gave you, but then looking back on the blurry photos and that one accidental flash photo you took of the ubers floor on the way home, it’s all just a memory. a moment that might never come back. a drop of iced tea on the carpet of your brain that’ll get the floor sticky.

that’s why every time i find out who my secret santa is during gift giving, when i’m just seeing my friends laugh together in the makeup store, when i’m silencing my laughter with my best friend at 3 am in the dimly lit kitchen of the hotel room making silly tiktoks and talking about whatever the fuck comes to someone’s mind at a time like that, i cry a little , with happy tears of course, because i realize how lucky i am to have people like this. how lucky i am to be alive in a time like this and how i should take it all in because we all have to admit that someday it’s all going to be gone. not everything stays the same. you wont always be dropped off by the van with the driver that never stops talking about his adventures in canada 21 years ago, and somehow always forgets wether your dropped off next to the childcare or next to the brown house, but somehow knows that one boys specific address like the back of his hand. you wont always be going to gymnastics just for the foam pit, and dressing up and leaving earlier because if you get there before the teacher you can spend most of the time doing cartwheels and trying to get to the bottom of said foam pit, digging your sock in there so when she does come you have an excuse to stay 30 seconds longer.

so soak in what you have right now, like a sponge, because no matter how much you soak it in, it will slowly dry away, living on as mould or slight cold moisture. it’s not always gonna be the same, but that’s ok. might not look like it at this time, but in the end, it will be ok. you will be ok. life is good. that’s all that matters.

[shadow-says-hello]

I’ve been seeing these comments under vent posts on tiktok. Hope this isn’t too controversial but it kind of needs to be said.

Basically the video will say something really sad like “thinking abt ending it tomorrow I can’t do this anymore” or “r3l@psed today” and then the comments will say something like “same! 😀” and shit like that.

First of all, like yes please don’t end it. But also, what the fuck are you cheering for? The fact you’re going to leave the planet and everything you ever loved behind, so you will never exist or enjoy those things again? Never achieve your goals or see those you love again? Leave the ppl who did care about you crying and grieving over you thinking they did something wrong and couldn’t stop you in time? Or leaving them worried sick to try to get you back into good health or decent health so you won’t do something drastic? That’s so happy to you?

I understand everyone has their own problems on different levels, and some of the commenters might be kids who are experiencing struggles with their emotions. But like really think about it. That’s your own fucking life you’re talking about. Once you’re dead, it’s over. There’s no going back. You’re dead and nothing happens to you after it. You will never see your loved ones again and they will never see you no matter how badly they want to.

So I will ask again, what the fuck are you cheering for ?

I might delete this post but I want y’all to understand I totally know what it feels like and I’m not calling what they’re going through “fake” or “unimportant” or going against it. I’m just saying like it’s a really serious topic that should be taken really seriously by ppl who r experiencing it and the ppl who aren’t too so pls don’t hate or come at me

And before you ask yes it matters to me bc I’m one of the ppl who takes suicide seriously and o care about the ppl who are going through it

[willtasker]

Nothing Bleeds Red Enough

(As is the habit of my better, younger writers, I feel putting a trigger warning at the top of this entry is needed, but as I’ve not written it yet, I can’t say what the TW is for. That said: General TW for mental health, suicid*l ideation, and things in that orbit.)

I found out around Thanksgiving that Amanda married someone.

This information limped its rotten way across my path because Tiktok has a really nefarious way of using contact information. They’ve since edited it to look less intrusive, but basically: if your information is in someone’s contact list, the Tiktok app will tell you. That is to say: I no longer had her information in my phone but she apparently still has mine, and her new last name appeared with the axiom “People who have your contact info” (the descriptive in quotes is now changed to “people you may know” - which is much more passive tense).

Some basic math is: the guy she cheated on me with and then left me for is her new husband.

We were on and off, staying in touch over the years because we couldn’t shake the supernatural connection. I would think about her at random, and then she’d email me the next day after having no contact for years. Or I’d email or call her. Back and forth. This would freak her out very badly, and while I do not believe in supernatural events but I have had experiences that would make other people believe in them.

For three years, its a perfect relationship. Everything - everything - worked. Until it didn’t. I had gotten an AirBNB for our anniversary and that night she rolled over and gave me her back. No explanation. The next morning, she dumped me in a coffee shop in Boston with no explanation. I begged her in a text for a reason why.

No explanation.

Some years later, standing outside my father’s house, having found my stepmother dead the night before from a heart attack, she replies.

She loved me but wasn’t in love with me. There was someone else and it was long distance and not stable but was probably for good. She had new and better friends and the support she wanted. She wished me well.

This burned into my mind’s eye much worse than the Death that just entered my life. This was the supernatural, spiritual connection I had mentioned, but used for evil. The timing was entirely too on the nose.

I do not believe in supernatural events but I have had experiences that would make other people believe in them.

It is now the end of 2022. I am not letting go so much as forcing myself to move on. The head tells me to, the heart never lets go. I missed some big benchmarks growing up, like how to forgive myself or how to move on from a break-up, lessons that protect you from life. And I was never told what to do or what to feel when I would open up an old app to find she’d deleted our entire chat/image history while I was asleep.

And now I find out she’d rather fuck someone else than be with me. That all her perfect annunciations over the years amounted to meaningless. That all those years of bonding and sweet words and shared pain and scars and dreams meant nothing.

I’d have had children with her, if she’d asked. And now its obviously better that we hadn’t.

She lived in my head as a paragon of what a partner should be for a very long time. To say I put her on a pedestal isn’t high enough. And for all this heartache, I miss the lie that I believed.

I miss it so much it makes me literally physically ill.

I’ve had a rolling panic attack since the start of December. I had no idea why and couldn’t shake it. I fully believe this news, this update, however ... big a nothing it is, is the reason I’m sleeping 4 hours a night, having premature ventricular heartbeats, unable to sit still. Finally, at 2 in the morning a few days ago, I burst out crying like Claire Danes and it wasn’t nearly long enough, but it was what I needed. And I need more. Release is addictive when all you know is anxiety.

I’ve also spent some of today looking for a new therapist. I haven’t been to CBT in a few years and I think I’m way overdue. I probably need some short term anxiety medication too.

I wouldn’t need any of this if I had her though. And I can still hear her voice in my head and remember how she touched and the smell and pull of her hair and every gentle sigh and look in her face when she found me looking back.

I do not believe in supernatural events but I have had experiences that would make other people believe in them. 

Our one mutual friend hates Amanda now. HATES. Like - no lie - “old Italian woman spitting on the floor if I mention her” hates. She doesn’t hate her ex-husband but she hates Amanda for what she did to me. Calls her a narcissist and a body empty of soul. I somewhat agree; you can’t pull someone this deep into your ocean and then be dispassionate when they drown.

But I fucking miss her.

I hate myself for it too. But I fucking miss her.

I don’t plan on contacting her. I don’t even know if the old email addresses or phone numbers or any of that is still valid and I don’t have any of her social media information. Its better that way because, Lord knows, we use to stalk each other.

But I fucking miss her, you know?

I’ve struggled with suicidal idealization since age 10. My last therapist said it was more that I wanted to be free of misery than to be actually dead. I needed to know I had that way out, or an escape hatch or place to run to if it ever got so bad. And I won’t lie: I am struggling with this again because of her. I’ll likely never act on it, but its also a hard thing to live under. Its a shadow that also paints everything else under it.

And while I have no doubt she’s happy - or at least happier - I also know (not believe, but KNOW) that she still hears that instinctual call we share and that she knows what she’s dragging me though and maybe - just maybe - its keeping her awake at night sometimes too.

I do not believe in supernatural events but I have had experiences that would make other people believe in them. 

She is probably the biggest one of them all.

[pikablu410]

Influencing the Influencer: Part 1

I feel like I’ve starved y’all enough for stories so I’m splitting up this current story I’m working on into two parts. Hopefully you guys enjoy this in the meanwhile and makes the story easier to digest. 

“Ur so sexy!! 😍😍”

“Omg marry me rn”

“Fck I need you in me soooo bad”

Jay looked at the comments on his latest Instagram post with vain glee. Within a few days he had amassed a significant following by simply posting various pictures of himself. Mirror selfies, photos of him in different outfits, or even just short videos of him going to get lunch. On the second day, seeing how exponential his growth was, he made a TikTok account to amass an even larger following.

From those few days, Jay was consistently getting thousands of likes on his posts and had tens of thousands of followers. But to him, it wasn’t enough. He needed more. Jay wanted to be movie star-famous.

As he looked over his recent post, the number of likes increasing by the thousands, Jay decided to lay back and check the post later. He decided to head to the bathroom and fix himself up before preparing another post he was sure would go viral. 

Looking into the mirror, Jay couldn’t help but feel a massive sense of pride flow through him. His long, curly hair stuck out above his model-status face. Jay had eyes that were so beautiful that even he himself sometimes got lost looking into them. His lips were perfectly luscious, tempting many into wanting to press their own into them. His thin face showcasing his perfect jawbones and chin. Jay’s outfit only added to his charm, keeping up to date with the most recent fashion trends and styles. Lifting his light gray shirt up, Jay admired the slight abs on his light brown skin. He had recently started working on them to attract even more followers. When he looked back up at his face again, Jay couldn’t help but cry out, “Damn, I’m hot!” 

After combing his hair to prep himself up, Jay opened his phone’s camera to take a picture. However, he was interrupted by a DM notification from Instagram. 

“Man the fuck do you want?!” Jay whined, the distraction messing up his photo. He opened the app and went to his DMs. Most of them were from fans asking for nudes or to fulfill their sexual desires. Jay took up some of his female fans on the offer, but immediately deleted any from anyone else. Though it was never really brought up, Jay had some serious homophobia issues. 

The account had a default profile picture and had posted pictures, but it was privated so Jay couldn’t see anything. He sent a request to follow, but they didn’t seem to accept right away. Jay just shrugged. It wasn’t like he didn’t get accounts commenting for shoutouts so he could grow his following on each post. Regardless, it didn’t look like a typical message asking for a dick pic or for a promotion, so Jay opened it purely out of curiosity. Plus, the bit of the message he did see intrigued him.

“I heard you want to be famous.”

The message was ominous, but to Jay it seemed more like a scam than anything else. He decided to play into it. If they asked for a credit card or personal information Jay would just stop the conversation there.

“Yeah.” He sent first, “Who doesn’t?”

Scarily, the anonymous texter responded in seconds.

“I can help you. I’m someone who deals in this kind of thing. I can guarantee results today.”

Jay laughed at the last part. There was no way this random person could just make him as famous as he wanted to today. Still, they hadn’t asked for anything crazy.

“What do I gotta do, then?” Jay text. He figured it was just some scam promoter or someone who was going to ask him to participate in a sponsored deal, the latter not sounding that bad.

Again, they responded within seconds.

“Just tell me what you want and follow what I say. Do that and your desires will be fulfilled.”

Jay, who was now sitting on his couch, leaned over and got prepared to type his “desires,” whatever the hell that meant.

“ight,” he started his text.

“I wanna be as famous as those celebrities in super hero movies. Like spider man n shit. I wanna blow up. Go viral, kno what I mean? I wanna have millions of followers and people liking my stuff, just pictures and videos of me being hot n shit.” 

It took a few more seconds for them to respond, but eventually the stranger text back, “Your desires will be acknowledged and granted.” 

Surprised that this person hadn’t asked him for a credit card or to sponsor some outlandish product, Jay went to his Instagram page to check his followers. “yaboi_jay07” the page read. To his dismay, it was still in the mid 4,000 range. Checking his TikTok wasn’t much better, still being in the high 3,000s. However, when the stranger text him again, Jay remembered his part of the deal.

“Right, I gotta do what this guy says.” Jay mumbled, expecting to receive a link to some fishy website that would likely hack his account.

However, Jay was surprised when the message read, “Eat the burgers and fast food you ordered.”

Jay didn’t remember ordering any food, much less food from some greasy takeout joint. However, after he read the text, Jay smelled something strong. It seemed like it was coming from the kitchen, so Jay got up and walked in, surprised to see two greasy, paper bags on the table. As he picked one up to investigate, Jay got a massive headache. Recoiling from the sudden pain, he stepped back before recollecting himself.

He now remembered that he ordered some food to eat because he hadn’t eaten all day and was starving. Usually Jay wouldn’t order out, but he decided to treat himself today, especially with how much his following had grown. As he was about to take the food into the living room, Jay felt his phone vibrate and noticed another DM from the stranger.

“Stream yourself eating the food.”

It was a weird request, but Jay just shrugged it off and decided to adhere to their demands. If they were going to make him famous, who was he to judge what they wanted. Going to his page, Jay started a livestream on Instagram since he already had it open.

“‘Sup y’all.” Jay said as his fans started to tune in. Immediately there were several comments about how attractive Jay was, but a few started to ask what he was doing.

 “I decided to treat y’all today and livestream, since I’m in a good mood,” Jay started as he pulled out a burger, “I ordered lunch cause I was so hungry, so maybe we can do a little Q&A while I eat.”

The wrapper was covered with grease, but Jay didn’t seem to mind. Slowly, he unwrapped the delicious morsel before setting it down on the table, pulling out the fries and placing his soda in front of him. Hearing his stomach grumble, Jay finally decided to grab the burger and take a bite. He let out an audible moan that even his phone camera picked up. Jay looked up at the live stream to see his fans going crazy for it, so he took another bite. It was like he couldn’t help himself from basking in how good the food tasted.

“Mmm, damn this shit’s good.” Jay mumbled to himself. He barely noticed the grease covering the edges of his mouth before he finished the first burger. While he was surprised he finished the burger so quickly, his hunger soon hijacked his thoughts and Jay went to grab another burger. He took a swig of soda and ate a few fries before tackling the burger.

Continuing to devour the burger, Jay remembered he was live streaming and had fans asking questions. “Sorry y’all,” Jay chuckled, “I forgot I was streaming.” He then started to answer some questions, happy to see the same typical ones. 

“What’s your favorite song?” 

“Do you have a favorite outfit?” 

“What’s your favorite thing to do?” 

“Are you single?”

There were plenty like the last question, Jay happy to indulge his ego by answering them the most. However, Jay read over a question he wasn’t normally used to seeing.

“Can you show off your fat @$$?”

Jay was about to laugh off the question, but got another headache. It wasn’t as major this time, but it still messed with him a little. His ass wasn’t that big, but it kinda made sense his fans would want to see it. At least, it was starting to make sense to Jay. He always let his pants sag in photos, so maybe that’s where the question came from. As Jay started to stand up and lift his pants down there was a bit of cognitive dissonance. Was his ass fatter than he remembered? 

Turning around to show off to the camera, Jay instinctually felt himself move his body up, only to let it back down and cause his ass to jiggle. It was never that big, he was sure of it. But taking another swig of soda cleared his mind. His ass was part of why people loved him. Boys with big asses were trending right now, so of course he had a fat one.

Peaking over his shoulder to see the stream, Jay was giddy with glee seeing the amount of praise and likes, as well as new viewers and followers. He continued showing off his rotund rear, happy to see it was making him more popular.

Jay put his hands under his rear to jiggle it some more, the feeling now pleasureful to him. “That good? Y’all like the fatty I got?” He teased. Turning to the side, Jay continued his routine of jiggling his rear. It stuck to his underwear like it was tightly packed in. “How ‘bout now?” He devilishly smirked again.

Not forgetting about his meal, Jay continued to eat the fast food on the table in front of him. He took a bite of a burger before moaning at the taste. Jay hadn’t realized how he let some of the burger fall to the floor when he took another bite. Looking over at the stream, Jay thought he saw his ass grow out when he ate more of the burger, but knew that couldn’t be the case. It was probably just the angle he was at. However, Jay did notice more comments coming in and quickly realized he had nearly double the viewers from when he started. In fact, his following count was exponentially increasing, Jay mentally thanking the stranger from before. 

Jay continued to play with his ass and eat the burger, picking up another one after he finished this one. He hadn’t even kept track of how much he was eating at this point. He was about to take a break and read some requests and comments, but one in particular caught his eye.

“Take off ur shirt!” 

It sparked a movement, many fans typing things like. “Off with the shirt!” or “#NoShirt4Jay” and even “Less shirt more skin!” Jay was never one to turn down any exhibitionism, so he decided to follow through with his fans’ request. 

“If that’s what y’all want,” Jay started, “I’ve been tryna go gym a bit more recently.” It wasn’t that noticeable because of how much he ate, but Jay’s slight abs did show through on camera. He took another bite out of the burger before drinking some soda. His fans went crazy, but not as much as they had when he showed off his ass for the first time. 

Jay wondered why his fans weren’t as excited about his abs, but he continued to eat to distract himself. He took a long drink from the soda before going back to eat some more fries, but surprised himself with a long and loud belch. 

“Damn, where’d that come from?” Jay mumbled to himself just before his brain went fuzzy again. It wasn’t as bad as the headache from before, but it still felt strange. It didn’t last as long as the headaches either, so Jay just shrugged it off as him being tired and continued to eat. Looking over at his stream, Jay was a bit surprised by the new comments rolling in.

“I LOVE your little belly!” 

“Ur so cute with that tummy!” 

“U might wanna think abt going to the gym more…lol”

Jay was so confused, until he looked down and saw a belly instead of abs. Again, his mind got fuzzy. Why would he have abs and eat so much junk food? If he was trying to get fit, he definitely wouldn’t have downed four burgers within half an hour. Another belch brought him back to reality, and Jay knew what was right.

“Yeah, I should probably cut back on all the fast food I order.” He chuckled before belching again. The chubbier boy grabbed a handful of fries and shoved them in his mouth. Jay knew his appetite was catching up to him, but he didn’t think it was that big of an issue. He really wasn’t that big, and if his fans liked him a little chunkier then what was the harm?

Jay belched before taking another bite of his burger. Did he look a little bigger than before? He thought his ass looked bigger, but chalked it up to the camera once again. Shaking his rear around for it to jiggle, Jay thought his ass certainly felt bigger. However, he felt the strange impulse to jiggle his belly as well. Doing both caused his viewers to skyrocket. The fans were loving him, and Jay smirked as he took another bite of his burger. All the jiggling was getting to him though, and he let out one more long belch before finishing off the burger. He went to reach for another, but was disappointed when there was nothing left. 

The influencer sat back down before starting to rub his bare belly. “Sorry y’all, this big boy’s all stuffed.” Jay chuckled, which caused his brain some confusion. Why would he call himself a ‘big boy’? He wasn’t trying to promote his weight, and in fact he thought he should probably lose some of it. The fans seemed to like it, though, so Jay wasn’t too bothered. 

Looking over the stream, Jay noticed a familiar notification pop up. It was a new message from the stranger who was making him popular. Jay had almost forgotten about them and was almost confused as to why they were still talking to him. However, he remembered the terms of their deal and opened the message for any orders from them. 

“Nice job to start. I hope you’re enjoying some more fame.” They first sent. Jay awaited the next message, as they typed it up.

“Go eat that cake in your refrigerator. I’m sure you’re still hungry.” Was their next order. 

Not questioning it this time, Jay went to his fridge to fulfill his next task. He barely noticed how his belly was starting to hang over the waistband of his underwear, nor how it and his ass jiggled with every step he took. Opening the fridge, Jay looked in awe at his next meal. It nearly took up the entire fridge, and Jay thought it looked suitable for a wedding. 

“I don’t know if I can eat all this.” Jay mumbled to himself, but his growling stomach disagreed. “I guess that burp gave me some room.” He chuckled under his breath. Struggling to not drop the dessert, Jay slowly carried the cake back to his dining room table. Sitting back down, Jay greeted his stream once again.

“Sorry y’all, had to get dessert.” He panned over the cake to show it off, “Let’s see how much I can eat.” Jay grabbed a fork and a knife before cutting out a small slice of cake. It had pink white icing and was a yellow cake, and Jay figured it would just be a boring sweet he would quickly get sick of. Thankfully, to his surprise the cake was delicious! The icing tasted like silky sugar and the cake was still moist. Jay had to hold himself back from eating too fast and choking on the food.

Jay belched after destroying the slice of cake. “Fuck man, that was the shit!” Jay exclaimed. His fans seemed happy, and wanted him to gorge himself more. Before Jay could go back to the cake, he noticed the stranger had text him.

“Eat the cake with just your hands and mouth.”

It seemed like a weirdly specific request, but Jay could do it pretty easily so he didn’t object. Grabbing a chunk of cake, Jay ate the cake from his bare hands. He found it came strangely fast, quickly starting to alternate between each hand of cake.

“Mmpf, man this shit is good!” Jay mumbled out between stuffed bites of cake. He was completely lost in the taste, unable to realize just how messy he was getting. Icing started to cover his lips and cheeks, crumbs got on his table and his hands looked like he had dug through a bakery’s garbage. 

Jay’s moans of pleasure went on for a few minutes, his viewership skyrocketing. He didn’t know this kind of stuff was so popular, but he definitely wasn’t complaining. Usually Jay wasn’t too happy about his body, and showing off his extra bulk was the first thing he found useful about it.

Letting out a deep belch, Jay finally decided to take his focus away from the cake and return back to his stream.

“Ur burps are soooo cute! <3” 

“The way you eat the cake is super sexy 🥵🥵”

“I love how chunky you are!!” 

Jay laughed at the last comment. Looking down after stuffing some cake in his mouth, he jiggled his belly a bit. It moved and wiggled for a bit before resting, Jay letting out a belch as a result. The jiggling reminded him of his ass, which he promptly decided to show his fans by standing up.

“Yeah I’m a bit of a chunky boy.” Jay giggled. It brought some dissonance in his brain again, but he just shrugged it off. The cake and attention were too good for him to stop eating and showing off. He looked at his viewer count again. “chunkyboi_jay07. Stream in progress. 20.6k Viewers.” Jay smiled at the statistics. Whoever this person helping him out was really knows stuff.

Jay took another handful of cake before grabbing his belly in both hands and shaking it up and down. It not only caused his ass to jiggle, but his newfound moobs as well.

“Damn, maybe I should go to the gym more. I have my own tits!” Jay jokingly exclaimed, grabbing one of his moobs with his cake covered hand. He jiggled it around as he fed himself more cake. His viewers sure did love it when he played with his body. Jay smirked as he jiggled his belly some more before turning around and playing with his ass. His view count was innumerably higher than it normally would have been, so Jay saw no reason to stop playing with his flab. 

However, Jay hadn’t realized how out of breath he was from standing for so long. “Man, maybe I should go to the gym more.” Jay thought to himself as he slowly collapsed onto the chair. He continued to eat the cake, not thinking about much else besides his shortness of breath. The cake changed his mind about the gym quickly, though, as he soon went back to grabbing handfuls with both of his greedy, chubby hands.

The viewers really couldn’t tell what he was saying, if he was trying to say anything at all. They didn’t care though, the comments continuing to flood in as Jay gorged himself.

“You go fat boy! Shake dat ass!🍑🍑”

“I looooove a man with extra meat on him❤️”

“U r suuuch a pig!🐷🐷🐷”

Jay felt the need to check his stream after that last comment sent. He hadn’t seen it, but for some reason he knew it would be there and he needed to check it. “Guess I am…a pretty big pig…huh?” Jay panted out, trying to put on a smile. He was getting worn out just from sitting there and eating. He was about to go back to stuffing himself with his bare hands, but Jay knew that would tire him out too fast.

Instead, Jay plunged his entire face into the cake, eating as much of the cake as he could right there. His viewers went crazy, cheering him on for taking on so much to eat. After a bit of nonstop eating, Jay sat back to let out an enormous belch that shook the table. He smirked at himself with pride, knowing his fans would love this.

However, Jay’s prideful pleasure was soon stopped when he heard an ominously large creaking sound. It was like someone was approaching him, but he wasn’t sure from where. It sounded so close, it was like they were on top of…

Not a second later, the chair Jay was on snapped and he fell down on the floor with a crash. Getting himself together, Jay felt oddly satisfied “Oooooh,” He moaned in pleasure, “I’m such a fat fucking pig.”

For some reason, Jay felt turned on by his ability to just break a chair by sitting on it, and his own comment about being a pig. He wasn’t sure why, but he was feeling too much joy to question it. His glee only increased as he checked his stream. “516k viewers” It read. And counting. Jay needed to thank whoever was helping him out. He paused the stream and went to go text them, but found they were already starting to type something to him.

“Good job piggy. Hope you like the attention.” They sent. 

All Jay did was rapidly nod, very happy with his popularity. He was too into the rising stardom that he couldn’t think of words to express himself.

“Your next task is to go to your room and jerk off. Cum for all your viewers to see.” Was their next message

Jay was happy to do that. He was already starting to get a chub just from his size! Slowly getting up, Jay waddled to his stairs, realizing the near insurmountable task in front of him. Attempting to lift his sausage thigh higher than he had all day, Jay already started to feel sweat as he climbed the first step, his entire body jiggling from the movement. Slowly continuing this process, Jay thought he’d never make it up.

“Man…I really…gotta…lay off…the cookies…” He panted, only halfway there. Beads of sweat dripped in between his rolls on his stomach and in between his fat ass cheeks. It didn’t even cross Jay’s mind that he had been up and down these stairs countless times before, too eager for the attention and to fulfill the request for even more attention.

Finally stepping into his room, Jay collapsed on his bed. He was covered in sweat, his hair a mess and his body shimmering with a greasy shine. Letting out a belch, Jay took some time to recover before standing up again and setting his phone up against a lampshade to start the stream again. Tapping the resume button, the stream got the wide sight of Jay’s ass as he waddled back to his bed to talk to the stream.

“Hey…y’all…” He said, still taking deep breaths. Jay rubbed his sweaty belly and jiggled his moobs while he took a few seconds to recover a bit more. “Today…I’m gonna treat y’all to something special.” Jay let out, smirking as he lifted his belly up. 

Somehow, he was able to reach under his belly far enough to know where his hidden dick was. Despite it being in a swaddle of fat, Jay knew where to grab, jiggling the area of fat to get himself off. He let out a slight moan, which his viewers barely heard. However, they still went crazy for it. 

Jay smirked as he saw the viewer count skyrocket once again that day. He let out a louder moan, and then an unintentional fart. For some reason, that turned him on, so Jay decided to let out a deep belch. His moans got louder and higher in pitch, the boy playing with himself for his viewers to enjoy. 

Too busy getting himself off, Jay didn’t notice how his phone had become a tripod camera, his phone moving to the dresser on the side of his bed. Nor did Jay notice how the stream, now viewable from his laptop on a nearby desk, was on his OnlyFans account instead of his Instagram or TikTok ones. 

Empty wrappers and bottles started to litter Jay’s room, a few appearing on his bed as he streamed. Letting out another fart, Jay noticed an uneaten TastyKake, quicky devouring it as he got himself off. He didn’t notice his growing body along with the changing room. His viewers loved it, so Jay didn’t care. He saw his count going up by at least another one hundred thousand. 

Instinctively reaching under his bed, Jay grabbed the first rubbery thing he found. A long, thick black dildo appeared from under the bed, Jay looking directly at the camera with a devious sense. Taking a second to insert it into himself, Jay said, “OooOOoOh, I wish a nice, sexy guy was here instead.” He played off his pleasure to entice the viewers. “Someone who would just feed me and fuck me, all day long.” He said, tempestuously, “Hopefully I don’t fart it out.” Jay giggled innocently at the last comment.

After he got most of the tool between his fat ass cheeks, Jay started to feel himself come to a climax. His moans grew longer and louder, the amount of viewers exponentially growing.

“That’s a good piggy. Eat, grow and fuck.”

“God, you used to be so fit. Now you’re a fat pig.”

“Cum for daddy, piggy!” 

It was all too much for Jay and he finally came, coating his underbelly in a white goo. As he came, something in Jay snapped. It was as if his entirely reality was shifting and turning, now finally settling into place. Falling back on his bed, Jay looked over at his laptop and saw his viewer count pass one million. He smiled, knowing he was a famous piggy.

Shortly after he came, Jay heard his phone vibrate.

“Excellent job piggy. Are you ready for your next task?” The anonymous texter said

Jay thought for a second, but his thoughts were dull. He wanted food and to show off.

“What do I have to do next?” Jay eagerly text, awaiting his next orders 

[mrkis]

nct 127:- 2 baddies — 4th album... lets whore.

ok so originally i made a thread but like... i didn't wanna clog up everyone's dash so i ended up copying and pasting the majority of it here and deleted that thread so fast.

anyway. enjoy my raw reactions below.

faster is a pussy popping song. this pussy is popped.

2 baddies is that bitch i’m afraid. mark can get it and if jaehyun raps like that again to me, he can also get it.

also adding this song to the na na na collection.

the intro to time lapse gave me some sort of nostalgia and then i was attacked by taeil’s vocals. but this song is groovy. unexpected… but groovy. i like the chorus a lot.

crash landing.. jaehyuns officially getting it. taeyongs vocals got me fucked up. mark got me bent over and spread. jungwoo better back tf up before i climb into him. johnny finally had more than 4 seconds of a line, what a king

ok so i heard designer before kinda bc mark’s “i think i’m in love with you” line was all over my tiktok fyp. this is one of my favourites. johnny has more lines and we love to see it. jungwoos coming at me full force and i’m going to lose it

also??? marks “out of bounds, you make me want to go inside” i heard it. loud and clear. he wants to be inside of me. back off everyone

got distracted by coworker drama but now i’m back with gold dust. doyoung and taeil’s vocals forever make me cry. so sweet and pretty. i think i can hear johnny harmonising with taeil? i will cum. yuta just serenaded me, what is this. MORE JOHNNY LINES?? johnny stans are getting fed i’m so happy for you. “give it to me, give it to me”??? mark??? he really wants to get pegged.

overall, this song makes me want to stare out the window and imagine myself in a mv <3

haechan really come through with the harmonising and vocals with black clouds. prettiest voice from a pretty boy. this is his song. and taeil’s. taeil getting his lines and high notes! go kings! also yuta… damn.

ok playback. unfortunately not my favourite song on the album and it pains me. although, i did listen to it a second time and now i find it cute. its just not a top favourite :(

tasty. who is this whore? jaehyun what the fuck. was that doyoung that did the first line of "i swear it's tasty like butter on scones"??? who's buttery scone is he tasting and why the fuck is it not mine? this is another pussy popping song, this is on the sex song list. you know it is. don't fight it.

mark laugh at me again i swear to fucking god my fist will be up your ass.

johnny's song is vitamin. i don't make the rules. the amount of lines he had? beautiful. i need more. catchy song, i'll never forget to take my vitamins now. thank you nct <3

"just take a bite of me" doyoung biting kink confirmed.

lol (laugh-out-loud) is cute. the vocals are so pretty. i love their vocals. this is a bright song that i will respectfully shake my ass to. it gives... summer vibes, maybe. and i dig it.

ok so it actually took a embarrassing amount of time to realise that the title said "1,2,7 (time stops) instead of "1,2,3 (time stops)" but we don't talk abt that. this song is!!!! pretty!!!! VOCALS. I LOVE THEM. got me singing along like i know the words <3

overall, album is a 10/10. a bop. soty. fight me.

johnny had so many lines that i nearly become his whore. i've never been so proud. also listen... jaehyun can get it now, i understand. any time. anywhere. he can get it.

taeyong. a boss bitch. his vocals really came through in some of these songs too... he's so talented.

i'm officially climbing inside of jungwoo and making a nest. you ever seen the tv show 'the boys?' first ep of season 3??? that scene, yeah, that's how i'm getting inside jungwoo.

taeil's vocals forever make me want to cry. he's such a pretty singer. i need more. haechan harmonising? orgasmic. doyoung and yuta too??? what the fuck. what the actual fuck. fuck off. go away. i can't. i love them.

i'm still that mark bitch. i'll always be that mark bitch. you know exactly how i feel.

favourite songs from the album???? faster, 2 baddies, designer, black clouds and tasty. more songs will possibly be added to this list bc i vibed with all of them but these five... wrecked me.

[multifandomworldsposts]

The Kidnapper PT 2

pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

characters:

Austin Butler as Joseph Anderson (30 y/o)

Y/N as Madison Hart (17 y/o)

Corbyn Besson as Markson Jackson (17 y/o)

Rudy Pankow as Michael Hart (19 y/o)

Olivia DeJonge as Ally Russel (17 y/o)

Tanner Buchanan as Christopher Jenkins (19 y/o)

Kevin Quinn as James Raven (18 y/o)

Jason Momoa as Jefferson Hart (47 y/o)

Kate Hudson as Melissa Hart (45 y/o)

WARNING: rape, swearing, sexual assault, underage drinking.

PT 1

Madison’s POV

I wake up in a, basement? Where am I? I try to lift my arms and feel chains on my wrists, what the hell is going on? I hear footsteps and I see a figure, who is this? “Who are you?” I question. No answer. “Why am I here?” Again, no answer. “Who the fuck are you?” I said louder. “Princess, enough with these questions.” The voice said in the darkness. “Don’t call me that.” I get uncomfortable by this guy. I try to sit up straight and asked, “What’s your name?” I hear movement. “I’m Joseph and I know who you are.” “I don’t understand.” “Let me spell it for you, TikTok.” He’s seen my videos? I feel disgusting. He turns the lights to make me see him, he looks messy and gross. “H-how did you discover me?” “Your ‘Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’’ video.” I did a dance like, a year ago and it I danced to Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’ by Michael Jackson because I thought it would be so much fun to put it on my social medias. Now I just want to delete my socials completely. “So you want to kidnap me for that?” He comes close to me but I try to scoot backwards but I couldn’t go any further, “I think you should dance for me.” I slap him in the face. “I think you should go fuck yourself!” I yelled. He feels his face and I see redness on his left cheek. He starts to choke me, I start to gasp for air and started to grab his wrists so he could let me go, “You’re going to stay here for a long time Princess.” He lets go of me, I start coughing, he walks back to the stairs where, I bet where his kitchen is at. He’s fucking crazy! “YOURE A CRAZY SON OF A BITCH YOU KNOW THAT!” I screamed. He stops in his tracks and looks at me and says, “I’m not the one who dresses like a whore.” He walks upstairs and I hear a door open and scream “GO FUCK YOURSELF!” The door slams and locks. I curl up in a ball and start to cry. ‘I need to get out of here.’ I thought.

Michael’s POV

How could this happen, my baby sister got kidnapped, I’m going to kill whoever has her. “Michael!” I looked around and it’s my dad. “We need to go to police station.” “Okay.” I get my phone and went to my dad’s car.

THE POLICE STATION

“Now why are you guys here?” One police officer said.

“We’re here for a investigation of kidnapping.” “What’s the person’s name you’re talking about?” “Madison Hart, and here’s a picture of her.” My dad gives to the police.

THE NEXT DAY

The news showed Madison and we had to do a lot of interviews, really stressful but we need to find her. We went to the police station to do an interview, I kinda went over the edge.

“Listen we’re trying to help your family son, we’re trying our best here.” one police officer said.

“I just want my sister back, I don’t care how long it’ll take I JUST WANT MADDIE BACK!” I cracked. I start to cry, my dad rubs on my back and says “It’s been hard for the last several weeks we just miss our Maddie.” “Who was the last person with Madison?” A detective says. I look up and say “Markson Jackson.”

The detectives made us leave and had Mark come in. We watched Mark in the viewing room. “What were you and Madison doing before she went missing?” Detective says. Markson looks nervous, “We went into a classroom that we actually met in because tomorrow is our anniversary and I wanted to surprise her with a necklace that she really wanted a few months back.” “Do you have it with you?” “I do.” Mark gets something out of his pants and it’s the necklace, Mads talked about that one time but I never realized how much she wanted it.

Madison’s POV

I’m starving, I’m hungry, I feel weak. I hear footsteps coming downstairs it’s Joseph with food and a water bottle. He sits down in front of me and sets the food in front of me I grab it and start to eat. The food surprisingly taste good. “How’s the food Madison?” “It’s so good.” I drink the water bottle it kinda tastes different. “How’s the drink?” “Uh, what’s the drink?” “It’s water.” “No it, it-“ I faint.

I weakly wake up and feel someone or something touching me, I can’t move. I feel pain in my vagina, what’s going on? I try to move my body but I feel someone keeping me at the place I’m at. I don’t know where I’m at. I try to fight, I start to kick and I hit something, I hear a groan. Who did I hit? I fell asleep. What just happened?

10 minutes later

I wake up and look down at my crouch, it’s bloody. What’s going on? I look around and see the water bottle and I pick it up and smell it, was it drugged? I got raped! Why I know, my parents told me about it a few months ago because of a documentary showed a woman getting raped and she told her kids about it. “Fuck you Joseph.” I thought. I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!

[sourholland]

Ooooh angst “what about us?” “there is no us, there never was.” with tom plssss! Really love ur work 🌸

Last Kiss || Tom Holland

Summary → After a fling you and Tom had started while filming a movie together, he tells you that you two can’t be together anymore. Once you get home, Tom let’s you know that he made a mistake.

AN → This was supposed to come out yesterday, I just got lazy and waited to edit it. I can’t tell if I like how this came out or hate it, either way, I hope you guys like this. Also in honor of the Fearless re-record!!

Pairing(s) → Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Warnings → Strong Language, Suggestive, Alcohol Use

Prompt(s) → 38

Word Count → 1.9k

The ringing of your phone sounded through your apartment loudly, the sound of the rain pattering loudly against the windows out-looking New York City. You set down the remote, feet padding against the cold hardwood while you looked for your buzzing cellphone.

You didn’t bother glancing at the caller ID, picking it up bringing it to your ear all in one quick motion.

“Hello?” You said, pulling a wine glass down from the cabinet.

“Y/N?” Tom’s voice came through the phone.

Your heart dropped, a breath catching in your throat while you stood in your kitchen. He was across the country, wanting nothing to do with you. He repeated your name through the phone, asking if you were there.

“Yeah, I’m here,” you answered, pouring more wine than you’d originally intended into the glass.

“Isn’t it like one in the morning in England?” You asked, listening to the muffles coming through the speaker.

“Yeah—yeah, it’s late here. I just couldn’t sleep, and I started to think of you. Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have called.”

You sat at one of the barstools, swirling the red contents of the glass around. You wanted to yell at him, or maybe you wanted to tell him how much you loved him. You sat silently for a few moments, bare legs cold from the draft.

“Tom,” you started. “I just don’t get why we have to rehash the past, you know? I came back to New York, just like you told me I should. You’re working on whatever new movie, I’m doing the same. I don’t know—I just think we should leave whatever happened between us alone. You made it very clear that it was me that you didn’t want,” you mumbled, pulling at the sleeves of your sweater.

He audibly sighed, the ruffling of sheets coming through the phone. He was probably in bed, if he wasn’t so far away you’d have asked him if this was a sad attempt at getting you to sleep with him.

“I was fucking stupid, and I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so fucking sorry, I’ve said that a million times,” his voice was hoarse and tired.

“I’ve already forgiven you, Tom. I just can’t keep doing this—this thing with you.”

You both went quiet for a minute, the only sound being the noise from outside in the bustling streets of the city and the rain. You knew you should hang up, block his number and forget about anything you two ever had. You’d tried a few times, unable to bring yourself to doing it.

“What about us?” He asked lowly, a twinge of hurt in his tired voice.

“There is no us, Tom,” you replied. “I’m not even sure there ever was.”

He didn’t say anything, you wanted to let out the repressed cry and tell him you didn’t mean it. That you were sorry and that you thought about him more than you’d like to admit. Something in you knew if you didn’t do your best to cut it off, you two would continue down the same everlasting cycle.

“Okay,” he said.

“Okay.”

The line went silent for a moment, and then your home screen lit up. The call had been ended. You downed the remainder of your wine, ditching the cup and just going for the bottle. You thought about calling him back, about apologizing and booking a plane ticket like some lovesick teenager.

You opened Instagram and began scrolling through your feed of posts, liking and commenting occasionally. You weren’t anywhere near drunk, merely tipsy and heartbroken. Your finger lingered on the button to go live, wondering if you really wanted thousands of people to see you in this state.

You left the kitchen and instead propped your phone against the couch, taking a seat on the white rug of your living room. You wearily pressed the go live button, raising the bottle to your chapped lips once more. You are pathetic, you thought.

“Hey guys!” You smiled at the camera and outpouring of greetings in the comments. Within a few minutes you’d racked in a few thousand viewers. You grabbed the guitar sitting against your wall and strummed the cords lightly while it sat in your lap.

userone: you are so adorable

usertwo: can you please say hi?!!!??

userthree: it’s my birthday y/n!

“I’m sorry I haven’t been very active on social media, guys. It’s been super crazy traveling back and forth from London to New York and then having to leave again in a few weeks. And now I’m sitting on my living room floor with a bottle of wine,” you laughed. A few familiar people popped into the comments of the live, some you’ve worked with and some you’ve yet to meet in person.

florencepugh: y/n!!!

gracieabrams: might just bust out the wine just for u

“Florence, I can’t wait to see you soon!” You smiled, “Gracie, I swear it’s making everything like a hundred times better.”

userfour: i’m in love with her

userfive: y/n saving 2021???!!!

“I’m not even sure what I’m supposed to be singing,” you flushed. You did sing, before getting into acting you’d post a lot on Instagram and TikTok. It’d always been more of a hobby, something you loved to do, but weren’t good enough to pursue.

“I’ve had a little too much to drink,” you added. “So don’t get upset if I’m a little pitchy, guys.”

usersix: if she’s pitchy i’m not sure what i am

userseven: sing taylor swift!!!

“Okay, okay!” You chuckled, scrolling through the hundreds of comments saying to play Taylor Swift. You’d only just been crying to like three of her albums a few hours before.

“How about the chorus—and maybe the bridge too, yeah, that’ll work,” you mumbled to yourself, fiddling with the strings. “Alright, guys, Last Kiss it is. I won’t bore you all with the whole thing, though. I could never do Taylor justice.”

“And I’ll go sit on the floor, wearing your clothes”

Getting involved with him was singlehandedly the most stupid decision you’ve ever made, you thought. Late nights in his flat after long nights on set, ordering in and just talking, you two would talk as if you’d known each other your whole lives. It was something about the way he’d let you wear his clothes, or the way he’d tuck your hair behind your ear while you told him about whatever insignificant thing that had happened that day.

“All that I know,

I don’t know how to be something you miss”

The car ride to the airport was the worst, it was grey and cold outside. There was makeup running down your face, mascara covering your eyes generously. You’d wrapped filming a week earlier, unable to bring yourself to walk away from him.

You couldn’t tell the driver to turn you around, or could you? Tom had already made it clear that you were both in different places in your career. This wasn’t what he wanted. You weren’t what he wanted.

“I never thought we’d have our last kiss”

He had held you just a little tighter, you ran your fingers through his hair for just a second longer. The taste of each other lingering on the both of your lips. Like you knew it would be the last time he’d hold you without knowing.

His stupid smiled, the way he pulled away and ran his thumb over your swollen bottom lip. You were almost wrapped around his finger, absolutely sickened with desire and infatuation for him.

“I never imagined we’d end like this,

Your name, forever the name on my lips”

The day you’d left to come home to New York started with a huge argument between the two of you. He’d basically just told you that you’d both known from the beginning you wouldn’t last together. It wasn’t a matter of how much you cared for one another, but that it was impossible, as he put it.

His eyes glossed over and bloodshot, you a complete and utter mess. Slamming the door behind you as you left was one of the most painful things you’d ever endured. Even more painful, the fact that he never came after you.

“So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep”

“I can feel you staring at me, love,” he murmured against the pillow.

Your face heated, eyes averting to the stream of light through the sheerness of the curtains. He leaned into you a moment later, his lips soft on your own. He was warm, he was always so warm. You cupped the side of his face gently, pulling him in a bit harder.

“And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe”

You dropped your bags, stepping into your apartment after months of being away. It felt quieter than usual, desolate and empty from your being away. It was dark out, the illumination of the bright city lights from your windows.

You glanced down at your phone for a moment, not a missed call, not a text, not even a fucking notification. He’d simply told you to go home, nothing more nothing less.

“I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are,

Hope it’s nice where you are”

You’d texted Harrison a few times, regretting it almost immediately after. He was sweet, telling you that Tom would come around eventually and to just be patient. You’d relied on those kind words for some time, eventually deleting them all together.

After Tom’s first text, you’d realized he wasn’t coming around or regretting what he’d said to you. He was lonely, maybe even a bit desperate. For months you had been there to listen to him and hold him, and now you were gone.

You’d fed into it the first few times, sitting on the phone with him for hours at a time. Then you started to feel worse hearing his voice, silent sobs escaping as you’d listen to him ramble. Then your finger would linger over the decline button a little longer than usual when he’d call, until eventually you started to use it.

“And I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day,

And something reminds you,

You wish you had stayed”

Once you started to go out with other guys, Tom’s ‘I miss you’ texts became more infrequent. Paparazzi would snap pictures, and the next morning they’d be plastered all over the internet.

There was no doubt he was seeing you going out with other people, watching article after article about who you were dating surface. Would he be jealous? No, you thought. Tom was probably doing the same thing as you. Hopeless hookups, meaningless blind dates.

“You can plan for a change in the weather and time”

One early morning, you found yourself in a sweatshirt you’d stolen from one of his drawers and forgotten to return. Listening to the morning rush of traffic and hugging yourself, noticing the lingering smell of his cologne.

You wondered if he knew you’d taken it, if he would think you were pathetic wearing it months after you two had broken things off. This only made you clutch yourself a little tighter, closing your eyes and trying to remember.

“But I never planned on you changing your mind”

[tenkoscumslut]

Hawks x reader (angst)

(credit to _yorixxxx on tiktok they inspired this)

Your mind was in its own universe, walking through a rich meadow, the smell of blue gold filling up your senses, it was almost time to go home, almost.  You almost leapt out of your chair when the clock hit 5, you little fantasy vanished, forgotten, like you.  

You couldn’t help but smile as you walked home, it was months after the incident, months.  Kiego had promised to never do it again, promised and promised and promised, but all of them were lies, though you were to blind to see it.  The familiar streets were your comfort area, you loved your life, you loved your boyfriend, his affection, your apartment, your job, everything.

As you flirted with the keys, trying to find the right one, you managed to find it.  It opened up his apartment, tonight was date night, he always did the sweetest things, he would take you out on late night flights, kiss your forehead and apologize for that one night.  His words were meaningless, but they filled you with happiness.

Before you were drowning, you head was submerged underwater and you could swim to the surface.  You were exhausted, even though it was right there, it was so close, it was in your grasp, you could never reach it.  Thats when Hawks came, he made you go head over heels for him, he was your savior, he was the one who saved you.  He picked you up, letting you take deep breaths of the fresh air, and you loved it.  You were addicted to it.

So when you opened the door, and saw another pair of shoes, you didn’t mind, you didn’t even think about any bad outcomes of this.  You quietly closed the door and set your shoes next to his, assuming he had a coworker over.  You walked up the steps into the living room, and there was Hawks with his “coworker”.

You couldn’t move, they were to loud to notice you, her loud moans, his grunts of pleasure, you could barely believe what you saw.  No, Hawks would never cheat on you, you knew Hawks, or did you.  You knew the hero, the man who saved others, the man who never broke someones heart.  But did you really know Kiego, did you know how he broke hearts, how he was a lying cheating bastard who was so toxic he couldn’t recognize your feelings.

“Hawks?”, you whimpered softly, not even knowing how to react to the lewd scene in front of you.  They both stopped, the girl, panting, a huge blush on her face turned to Hawks, “Hawks, who’s this?”, she asked trying to catch her breath.  Kiego stuttered, “J-just an old friend babe, Y/N, can you leave?’, he asked with...what was it? Irritation? Annoyance? Anger?.  

“Old friend?”, you repeated, “Were dating Hawks!”, you exclaimed, tears beginning to form, the girl clambered off of him, quickly putting on her clothes, “What the fuck do they mean Kiego?! You said you weren’t with anyone!”, she shouted.  “Y/N is lying, I don’t know them!”, he shouted, pulling up his boxers.

“You know what?! Get out! Both of you!”, you shouted over them, Kiego looked at you, shock in his eyes, the girl walked past you, she looked just as broken as you, “I’m sorry”, she whispered and quickly left the scene.  You stared at the ground, your fists were placed at your sides, Kiego walked up to you.  That voice, it made you fill up with joy, but know it felt so wrong to hear him.  “Babybird, listen to me, she didn’t mean anything”, he said.  Empty.  His words were fucking empty.

You wanted to screech, kill him, you wanted to wreck him, make him feel what you were going through.  “I already said get out Kiego” you managed to say, not bothering to speak in hopes of your voice not cracking up.  You looked up at him, those eyes, so beautiful, so ethereal.  You always thought he would only look at you like that, with so much love and passion, but behind it was emptiness.  He fucking used you.

To him you were a doll to be played with, a fucking sex toy.  You gritted your teeth when he didn’t move, instead tried to embrasse you in a hug, “Get the fuck off of me!”, you shouted, the tears finally spilling out while you kicked him, punched him, scratched him.  He didn’t let go, he couldn’t, Kiego was to selfish, he wanted you, he wanted a side chick, he wanted to fuck anyone he could but he couldn’t have you leave his side.

You were his other half, his soulmate, he truly loved you, yet he continued to hurt you, over and over and over and over.  It hurt him, sometimes he wouldn’t realize he was kissing someone else, he would try and imagine they were you, that it was your soft lips caressing his own.  That is was your walls clamping down on him, and it was your moans every time he hit their sweet spot.  Seeing you, without that smile, without that look like he was your everything made him break.

He fucking hurt you.  He did that.  “Get out Kiego!”, that was the last shout, he let go, knowing you couldn’t be with him anymore, his heart was strangled as he slowly walked over to the entrance, he’d let you stay at his apartment until you could leave.  He would give you the space he needed.  With one last look of sorrow, he left.

~~~

As the months went by, you had found a new job, away from Kiego, a knew boyfriend, a home, a new life.  It was perfect, Dabi was perfect, all that time thinking Kiego had saved you, all those times you felt like he was your savior was lies.  He blinded you, choked you, drugged you into thinking you were happy, but Dabi was your real savior.  He opened your eyes, showed you the world, real affection and loyalty, trust, everything you could possibly imagine.

Though Dabi did have his flaws, like almost burning the kitchen down when his ramen didn’t turn out perfect, he was amazing, and truly loved you.  Dabi would never go behind your back, and you would never go behind his. Ever.  

As for Kiego, he was a wreck, bringing home girls almost everyday.  They weren’t the same, they never were, you were truly one of a kind.  He was sobbing, he was forgetting your touch, your lips, you voice, it was all fading away.  He was desperately trying to salvage what was left of you, he had pictures of you in his bedroom, he cooked your favorite foods, he only dated people who looked like you but it was never enough.

Every night, their moans never riled him up, their lips wrapped around him never was the same, they never tasted as good as you, their kissed weren’t as sweet or filled with love.  Their eyes never held the same fire as yours, never the same passion.  Your sweet smell was slowly fading away to, one of the only things he had left.  

he had even bought the same perfume you would wear just to scent things and try to keep it in pristine condition.  As for the girl he was dating behind your back, seeing her walk into his office everyday made him gag, she couldn’t even compete against you.  

After months of not being able to hear your voice, enough was enough, he opened up your contact, there were tons of messages from you, left on read from when he was cheating on you and he didn’t bother to reply.  His fingers manuevered over the keyboard.

He didn’t know how to start this off, would he say sorry? Hi? How are you?, he then just settled on Hey, nothing really complex or to formal.  His heart was beating faster than ever, he set himself down at his counter, his wings flapping lightly at the prospect of you replying.

You were making dinner, just some rice and fish since you didn’t feel like making something to extravagant.  Your phone dinged next to Dabi who was watching a show, he lifted up your phone, narrowing his eyes at the unknown number.

He stood up and walked over to you, unlocking your phone to look at the message, “Hey, doll, who’s this?”, he asked, staring at the conversation before you found out Hawks was a cheating bastard.  You had deleted his contact, thinking you also blocked him.  You grabbed your phone and looked at the message, trying to remember who it was.  “i do-”, you cut yourself off when you saw the previous text messages.

“It’s my ex, you don’t need to worry about him”, you said, turning your phone off and kissing Dabi softly.  He hummed happily, his hands snacking around your waist and massaging your inner thighs.  You turned off the stove and fully turned around to kiss him, things quickly escalated, your bra was off and your panties were thrown somewhere.

Dabi was on his knees, your legs on his shoulders while he devoured you, you tugged at the roots of his hair, whining and moaning for him, crying out with he hit the perfect place.  Your orgasm was quickly building up, and then your phone rang.  Dabi pulled away from your lower lips, a scowl on his face while he glared at your phone for ruining the mood.

You picked it up, scowling when you saw it was Hawks, you did not want to talk to him, “Who is it?”, Dabi asked, tracing circles into your thighs, “my ex”, you grumbled, your thumb was about to press decline but Dabi stopped you,  “Answer it babe”, he said, you whined softly, “Why?”.  He smirked, “Do it baby, for daddy~”, he said, you pouted and answered the phone and brought it up to your ear.

Hawks wings were flapping widley when you picked up, his heart was racing, he wanted so savor your voice, memorise it, imprint it in his brain so when he manages to win you back its like you never broke up.  Like he never cheated.  Like he really was your savior.

Dabi leaned back down, and started to kiss your lower lips, his tongue traveling over your clit.  You held back a moan and managed to greet your ex, “Hello Kiego”, you said, you were greeted with a happy Hello.  Hearing his voice made sadness seep into your heart, but you were through with him, you were done, you had Dabi.  

“Why are you calling me”, you asked, your hand slithering down to pull at Dabis hair, you knew being this close to your orgasm, plus the thrill of being on the phone with Hawks was only going to end in something bad.  Dabis skilled tongue pushed into your sopping wet hole.  Your hand quickly covered your mouth, staffing another moan.

“I-I guess I just missed you...”, Hawks mumbled from the other end, “I was a fucking dick to you, I cheated on you twice and thats not right”.  Your orgasm was quickly building up again, Dabi removed his tongue and easily pushed in 2 digits, his mouth started working on your clit.  Your thighs clamped down on his head, trying to make this oh so more pleasurable.

“I was wondering you know...if we could start talking again?”, he asked, Dabi then hit the special spot he knew by memory, you couldn’t help but moan loudly.  A huge blush adorned to your face, “U-Um a-are you busy right now? C-cuz I can t-talk later?”, he suggested.  “N-no, I want to finish this conversation”, you mumbled, “I just ran into the corner of my dresser”, you lied.  Dabi was pinching at your thigh, you knew he didn’t want you to hang up.

Hawks was leaning back into the chair, a generous amount of lube coated his hand, he gripped at the base of his dick, squeezing softly, trying to replicate your walls.  He bit his lip, god just you alone had him painfully hard, and the moan that came out of the other end of the phone was the cherry on top.  His thumb ran over his sensitive head, over his sensitive slit, and rubbed back and forth.  At this rate Hawks could cum any second.

“Could we maybe meet up at the building I use to fly us to?”, he asked.  You bit your lip, another moan rising up, your release was so fucking close, you could feel it.  Your hand gripped at his wrist, not wanting him to pull away and take your sweet release with it.  “S-sure”, you were in a daze, Dabis wrist snapped forward, roughly hitting your sweet spot.  Your eyes rolled back, your body spasming and your walls fluttering around his digits.  Your sweet juices leaked out of your spasming hole.  Dabi removed his fingers and quickly started to lap at the juices.

You thought you hung up, your thumb missed and instead you put him on speaker, you started to moan and cry out, it was turning into to much, “Y/N..?”, you heard hawks through the speaker. “FUCK!”, you shouted, quickly hanging up before you could reply.  Dabi was laughing, and your face was flared with embarrassment.  He got up from his kneeling position and helped you off the counter.

Your knees were wobbly underneath you, Dabi carried you to the bed and finished what he started.

The mess on Hawks chest, there were no words to describe it.  He had cummed harder than he has ever cummed before, the thick white liquid shot out in thick salty white ropes.  His post orgasm soon kicked in, a hollow feeling burned in his chest.  He wished it was you instead of them, he wished he payed attention to you.

He wished he brought you around to parties since he knew how much you loved to dance, he wished he brought you flowers, and held your hand, he should’ve given you all his hours when he had the chance.  But know your dancing, but your dancing with another man.

And although it hurts, he’d be the first to say he was wrong, but he hoes he buys you flowers, and holds your hand, take you to every party because he remembers how much you love to dance.

[cupidsintern]

wyd?

modern au, established relationship, i think nancy's gay

Steve’s on TikTok when the text comes in. He’s doing better lately, good enough that he can get baked by himself and not worry about spiraling. Instead he made a peanut butter marshmallow sandwich and listened to his most recent playlist all the way through like eight times and texted Robin for a while- she’s visiting family, lots of ‘Steve pls come rescue me pls ’- and now he’s on TikTok.

It’s not late-late. But it’s not early. And he knows Nancy and Jonathan are having issues- he heard about it from the kids who don’t get that gossip is not helpful to feelings- but he didn't know they went on a break. Until he gets the text.

10:46pm - 1 New Notification

Nancy Wheeler: Hey

Typing…

Nancy Wheeler: Haven't talked in a while. How are you?

Steve clicks the notif bar. He stares at the text. It’s not like he never talks to Nancy. She’s just not Baby <3 in his phone anymore. Hasn't been for a while. He used to wonder what Jonathan put her as in his phone.

Steve can scroll up to see previous texts- Hey i had a doctors appointment during third did you get the homework outline? And Lucas left his water bottle at our house! Mike has it with him

And, more recently: Happy Birthday! Hope it's a good one :)

But this feels different. This singular ‘hey’ in its own grey bubble kind of puts Steve on edge. He doesn't respond right away, figures he should text Robin to ask if he’s just being paranoid first but- shit she went to sleep didn't she. And while he’s typing out a “Hey when you wake up” message to Robin he gets another notif.

Nancy Wheeler: Jonathan and I are on a break

Then,

Nancy Wheeler: Sorry, I probably shouldn't be texting you haha. Just wanted some company i guess

Steve feels a hot flash of anger. Rolling in his stomach like lava. Jesus he’s too high to be this angry.

He picks up his phone again.

Types out “fuck you” and deletes it and then “thats understandable but maybe you should text one of your other friends” and then deletes it and then types out “why are you texting me we're not friends" and then deletes it and then-

Clicks back, scrolls down, and texts Billy.

You: R u still awake?

Steve gets a response within seconds.

Billy <3: aw do u miss me or smth?

Billy <3: gay

That makes Steve smile. Makes the anger cool down considerably, and he sits up a bit in bed.

You: Yes but also

You: Nancy texted me?

Billy <3: about what

Billy <3: about how she broke up with Jonathan?

You: H o w do you already know that

Billy <3: i know everything. Why’d she text you??

Steve gets another notif from Nancy. He doesn't want to open it.

Luckily, he doesn't have to right away. Billy calls him.

“No one’s home.” Is Billy's opener. “Speak freely.”

“Good evening to you too.” Steve says, relieved to have the sound of Billy’s voice to lean into.

“So what does Wheeler want?”

Steve’s thumb hesitates over the notif bar.

“She said her and Jonathan are on a break and she ‘wants company.’”

“Wow.” Steve can hear poorly concealed jealousy in Billy’s words. “That’s. Wow.”

“Don’t be j-”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Oookay.” Steve laughs a little. He still hasn't opened Nancy’s text.

“Are you going to respond?”

“No fucking way, man-” Steve starts, then another text.

Unread message: I need someone to talk to. I don’t know who else I could ask.

Steve’s brow furrows.

“What happened?” Comes Billy’s voice.

“She, uh.” Steve opens the chat finally. “Hang on.”

You: Hey

You: Seems like you're in a tough spot. Not sure I’m the right guy. Maybe you could talk about it with a closer friend?

Nancy: That’s just it.

Nancy: I don’t have any friends.

Nancy: I have no one else. Johnathon was the last person left I was close with and i fucking blew it. I have no idea what to do i'm lost and confused and i just really really could use someone to talk to.

Typing...

Nancy: Please

“Babe?” Billy again. “Yeah,” Steve exhales. “Nancy, uh. Sounds pretty bad actually.”

“She reeling you in with that act?”

“I don’t think it’s an act, Bills.” Steve sits up straighter. “Something’s wrong.”

He’s typing out a vague enough response when the next text comes in.

Nancy: I think I'm gay

Then-

Nancy: Can I call you?

I think I’m gay.

That’s. Okay. That’s… something. Something that kind of makes sense now that Steve thinks about it, connects a lot of dots Steve didn't know were floating around but.

Jesus, Nancy must be having a heart attack.

“Billy, I have to call you back.” Steve says, then realizes the kind of push back he’s going to get on that.

“Call me back?” High and mighty already. “You can't just ditch me with a ‘call you back’ when your ex is actively weedling her way-”

“She’s not weedling. She’s not doing well and she has no other friends.” Silence. “Please don’t pout-”

“I’m not pouting.”

“Aw,” Steve leans his head into the receiver a little. “If I say you look cute when you pout, will that hurt or help my case?”

“Hurt.”

“Ok, I promise I’ll call you back right after I talk to her.”

“You fucking better.”

Steve says “I love you” before he gets off the phone and is medium relieved to hear Billy say it back.

Steve calls Nancy. She takes a while to pick up. When she does, he can tell she’s been crying.

“You didn’t have to call.” Is the first thing she says. She sniffs right at the end.

“Seemed like you were having. A rough night.” Steve says. Her text hasn't fully sunk in, he’s thinking about all the times she called him crying. How they got more frequent right before the end.

“I shouldn't have bothered you, I’m sorry, you can go.” Nancy’s voice builds a little. She sounds frantic.

Steve can’t really feel soft feelings about Nancy cause all of them just piss him off or ice his blood but. He’s worried. “No, no it’s-” Then Steve hears the background noise. “Dude, are you driving?”

“I- w- yeah.” Nancy sounds a little defensive.

“Oh my god.”

“I just needed to clear my head! I know I shouldn’t have called it just…”

Steve steeled himself for the words he knew were about to come out of his mouth. No matter how much of a hothead Steve could be (not as much as Billy but still), he was still a total pushover about shit like this. “Do you. Want to come over?” Steve asked stiltedly. “If you're, you know, already driving around.”

Nancy sounded relieved when she said yes.

When Steve got outside to meet Nancy’s mom’s car’s headlights, it was raining.

“Hey,” was the first thing he said when she walked up.

Looking at Nancy doesn't do much to Steve anymore. Not the way it used to. Not the way looking at Billy does now.

Looking at Billy feels how Steve assumes people in the way-back-when felt when color TV was invented.

Nancy looks as washed out as Steve thinks she feels.

“Hi.”

“You wanna come in?”

Nancy hesitates. “I don’t. Want to impose.”

“It’s raining, Nance.”

She looks surprised, like she didn't notice. “Oh.” then. “Okay.”

Steve steps back as Nancy walks onto the smooth tile right in front of the front door. It’s quiet enough after the door closes Steve thinks he can hear her hair dripping onto the ground.

“So,” Steve says after a bit. “Did you-”

“I’m sorry.” Nancy says suddenly. But it’s not the panicked little “sorry’s” from earlier, it’s a single, earnest one.

“For what?” “Everything.” More tears are streaming down her cheeks now. “I know I shouldn't have bothered you, I didn’t- I wasn’t a good girlfriend. Or a good friend. I just. I thought maybe I would know who I was if someone else did, but I didn't. And I don’t have anyone else, and I remember when- when you told me you were bi when we were dating and I was weird about it but now i think I was just jealous- because- bec-” Nancy cut herself off, unable to keep going with the tears closing up her throat.

Steve swallowed pretty hard. “Because. You think, you’re gay?”

Nancy sat down on the floor.

“The floors all wet-”

“I know, Steve.” Nancy cut him off gently. He was familiar with the tone.

Steve looked at her, looked at the floor, and opted to sit next to her. The rain was hitting harder on the door behind them.

Nancy didn't seem like she had anything more to say. Steve tried to think of something to ask.

“Why, uh. Why do you think you are?”

“I don’t know if I am.” She said quickly.

“Why do you think you might be?”

She sighed, pushed the wet hair off her face. “You don’t have to talk to me about this. I figure it probably doesn't feel good to hear.”

Steve hadn't thought of that. If Nancy is gay, that means she probably wasn't ever actually into him. Not just after a while, but from ‘go,’ it wasn't the same for her.

“Not great.” Steve admitted. “But. It isn't about me.”

Nancy sighed again. “Why are you so nice?” She mumbled. “Both you and Jonathan.” Then she teared up again.

“I thought maybe.” Nancy started up after clearing her throat. “That I didn’t… feel as much because. I was just with the wrong person.” She glanced sideways, clearly feeling worse with every word. “But. I didn’t. I just. I felt the same. Like something was missing.”

“You always feel like that?” Steve was kind of surprised. “Like, with every relationship?”

“Romantic ones, yeah.”

The rain got louder again. “I was…” Nancy fought to say the next words. “I didn’t always feel like that.”

“With us?” Steve hopes a little. “Or with Jonathan?”

Nancy speaks a little softer, like it will soften the blow to Steve, to herself. “...With Barb.”

Billy was going to give Steve so much shit for falling for Robin and Nancy since it sounded like they were both gay. He already had gotten shit about Robin. “This is a problem unique to bisexuals.” had been Billy’s quip.

Nancy talked a bit more easily after that one admission. About why Barb's death hit her so hard. About why she felt bad for hurting Steve, how confused she was, how alone.

How she pushed everyone away except whoever held the position of boyfriend because she didn't ever feel right around people. But boyfriend seemed. Normal.

Steve was pretty familiar with feeling like he Should Do whatever was ‘normal.’ His parents weren’t exactly pleased when ‘being bi’ turned out to be an actual thing and not just a family conversation they could keep pretending they didn't have.

Nancy was crying again. Said she was sorry again.

Steve hugged her.

It was pretty awkward. He was trying not to touch her too much and her hair got his sweater wet, but she tucked her face against his chest like she always used to.

Something about that clicked. How hugs had always felt closer for them than kisses. How maybe they had been meant to be friends, and just misread the signs.

Maybe they could be friends now. Maybe.

Nancy pulled away and wiped her nose. “Thank you.”

“Yeah.”

Steve checked his phone to let Nancy fix her face a little and then winced at the sheer volume of messages from Billy that popped up on his screen.

“What’s up?’ Nancy asked, leaning back over.

“Oh, just Billy.”

“Oh god,” Nancy grimace. “He can’t have been pleased I came over.”

Steve opened the messages. “He’s not. But I told him it was important.” “You can. Tell him.” Nancy said tentatively. “If you want. About what we talked about. About me.” Billy was gonna get a kick out of this. But Steve felt more somber about it than Billy probably would.

It was weird.

He’d been in Nancy’s shoes. But he’d also been completely in love with her. So at once he was hurt and sympathetic.

But he also felt. Better.

Something about the two of them, Steve and Nancy, always seemed. Unfinished.

This was probably the close out they needed.

“I should call Billy back.”

“Of course.” Nancy looked almost embarrassed. “I can go-”

“Nah, stay a bit.” Steve was standing up, unlocking his phone to a slew of “wheeler has been on my shit list from day ONE” and “i know you’d never cheat like i know that i'm not crazy but my therapist said.” Makes Steve smile at his phone. “‘I'll make you tea or something."

[leilabeaux]

The Best Angle

Masterlist

Pairing: Alex Høgh Andersen x Fem Reader

Word Count: 1129

Summary: Alex just wants to take your picture.

Warnings: Schmut including brief oral (female receiving)

Author’s Note: This was originally inspired by this TikTok which I shared with my dearest @punkrocknpearls who is a very bad influence and had to bring up Alex and his camera.

TikTok Prompt: We were in front of a mirror. He stopped in the middle of it, handed me my glasses and said “watch yourself to see how pretty you are while I fuck you.”

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You were sitting back on the bed, legs crossed in front of you. The bottom half of your face you covered with the magazine you were pretending to read while watching your boyfriend set up the tripod and his camera at the foot of the bed. You couldn’t help but blush and then cover your entire face when he looked up from what he was doing to smile at you.

The bed dipped as Alex crawled over to your side. He pulled the magazine away and threw it to the ground. He took your hand in his own and gave it a soft squeeze.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’d never force you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” He reassured you.

“No, I told you it was okay.” You shook your head but then brought your gaze down to the bedspread. “I’m just a little shy. What if your camera only gets all of my bad angles?”

“There’s no such thing.” He cradled the sides of your face in his hands as he brought you in for a deep kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth to dance along yours. Pulling back, he gave you a small peck on your lips. “I just want you to see what I see. When you’re under me, when you’re over me.”

He pushed you down onto the bed, his lips were at your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. “I want you to see the gorgeous face you make when I’m so deep inside of you. Fuck, baby, I get so hard on set when I think of how pretty you look when you come on my dick.”

You let out a whimper when you felt his hand slide down into your panties, his fingers circling around your clit. You were already dripping wet for him. It was always like this. Just a single touch from him and you were gone.

“It’s okay, baby. If you don’t want to do this, tell me and I’ll put my camera away right now.” He pressed his hardness against your thigh, rubbing against it.

You brought your head down to kiss him before whispering against his lips, “Where do you want me?”

——

The drops of sweat and tears were falling from your face and down your body. Alex’s arm was wrapped around your chest as he held onto you while he pounded into you from behind. The two of you were positioned in the middle of the bed, facing toward the camera. He wanted to make sure to get your entire body in the shot for when you eventually came again.

It had been over an hour ago since he took the first picture. The camera was pointed down to you, your head just barely hanging over the foot of the bed while his face was buried in your pussy. You at first tried to put forth your best model face that would make Tyra proud but all effort was lost when Alex started flicking his tongue against your clit.

Hearing another flurry of clicks from the camera shutter, you were surprised his camera still had memory left. You weren’t even sure if you had anything left as he continued his brutal pace behind you.

“Nuh-uh, I think you have one more left in you, baby.” He breathed out into your neck. You didn’t even remember saying anything out loud. “Just look at yourself there in the mirror.”

You let out a giggle as you stared at the mirror behind the camera, it was too far away for you to see the two of you clearly without your glasses. You felt Alex stop his movements before letting out a laugh himself.

“Oh! Let me get them for you. Don’t move!” He ordered, stretching over to the nightstand to fetch your glasses and hand them to you.

You gasped when you felt him penetrate you again before you even had a chance to put them on.

“See how pretty my girl is.” He was giving you slow, hard thrusts that had you crying out while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Come on, beautiful, pay attention.”

You finally brought your eyes forward and caught his gaze in the mirror. He looked just as gone as you were, his face slick with sweat. You shut your eyes tightly when you felt his fingers circling around your clit again.

“Fuuuck, look at you taking my dick so good, baby. You’re always so tight for me, always so good for me. Come on, baby, come for me one more time. Please?” He rushed his whispers into your ear.

Jesus, this man’s whines were going to be the death of you. You gave a glance at yourself in the mirror, your mouth was open wide but no words were forming until your orgasm hit you. Bringing your hand back and around his head, your fingers tangled themselves in his long locks. You tugged down hard as you screamed out his name.

You could barely hear the rush of the camera clicks over your moans as Alex got the final shot he was looking for. He tossed the remote control to the side and then wrapped his arm around you, his hold on your shoulder tightened. His pace was relentless but sloppy as he spilled inside of you.

You looked up at the mirror one last time. You looked like a sexed up mess and you doubted there would be a good picture in that camera but no part of you cared.

——

After a quick shower and getting into your pajamas, you were both cuddled up under the covers. Your head was on his shoulder as you laid at his side with his arm around you. His camera was in his other hand, holding it up as you two looked at the screen, scrolling through all the shots he got that night.

“What are you doing?” You asked when you saw him going to delete an image.

“I wasn’t really going to keep them.” He confessed to you. “I wouldn’t want to risk this falling into the wrong hands. This was just...a fantasy I had.”

You nibbled on your lip and pondered what he was telling you. “How about we keep just one?” You smiled up at him.

Alex clicked through all the pictures, going back and forth to see which one he wanted out of the hundreds taken. He landed on one of the last ones. The one of you just as you were coming. Your mouth was hanging open, your glasses were skewed. His face brushed up against your neck as he was in mid thrust.

Now that one truly had the best angle.

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Taglist: @xbellaxcarolinax @castielsangelsx @revolution-starter @momowhoo @peachyboneless @punkrocknpearls @love-all-things-writing

[sukirichi]

sukirichi’s 2.4k milestone event

weee another milestone and nooo i couldn’t wait for 2.5k because i’m so excited and happy, thank you so much! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ including HAIKYUU this time around yeeeee! also i don’t have a restaurant aesthetic anymore, just kind of goofing around now! REQUESTS ARE OPEN. 

before you request...

please read about my writings first! it will include the stuff i write and don’t write about. i’m more flexible in nsfw works, so if you really want to try for a kink, just send me in and if the idea is up to my liking, we’ll see how it goes! 

please be patient and nice! if i don’t like the tone of your request or if you’re ‘demanding’ me, aka, “hey, write this for me, this concept...” your ask will immediately be deleted!

no requesting of the same idea to other writers please!

please keep in mind i don’t do too much canon-heavy plots, aka really specific canon events and how they lead up to one another. i don’t read the manga for both jjk and haikyuu ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ

I do not do headcanons anymore. I’m not good at them LMAO.

i feel a lot more laid back in my writings now, so i’ll only be taking requests that i want to write for! the accepted requests will be listed down below as i organize them

you may refer to my first milestone event if you want more ideas for AU requests! you no longer need to include the numbers/spices/ingredients format used in that. just send whatever idea you want ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU. whichever idea i love the MOST will be turned into a series just because I want to try new things hehe!

— characters i can write anything for (nsfw & sfw)

: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, choso, ryoumen sukuna, nanami kento

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, miya twins, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, ushijima wakatoshi, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, tetsuro kuroo

— characters i can only write sfw for

: itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta

: kenma kozume

— characters i’m MOST eager to write simp for

: fushiguro megumi, choso, naoya zenin, ryoumen sukuna, gojo satoru

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji

accepted requests: (only accepting the ones that interest me for now!)

favorites marked as ⭐

RYOUMEN SUKUNA: hello love!! i know it LITERALLY just came out but would you consider a pt 2 or a drabble for sweet lies? where megumi either catches her and sukuna or she genuinely starts moving on uasdfghj i'm convinced that megumi heard her fucking sukuna in the bathroom <3 anyways pls feel free to ignore me too

RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ma’am , i beg of u ,,, spare husband! sukuna x wife! reader drabble. I just read your arranged marriage AU and lordddd i’m obsessed. How long did it take for him to take her virginity 😳? i’m so curious as to how that went down read here: black magic [02]

⭐⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA:  Yooooo how about Rockstar Sukuna seducing his manager ehehehehe~ 

⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ok but... pirate captain Sukuna 👀👀👀 I’m havin some Thots ngl 🥵🤤 I can’t decide whether reader should be the first mate and they’re a kickass Power Couple 💪😎or if she should be a stowaway who gets found out and has to pay for her passage with her body 😩😉

OKKOTSU YUTA: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi saw that your request are open and congrats for the 2.4k !! 🎊 if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that's his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it's y/n and she doesn't die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3 | kiss me more

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: Toge's S/O being so sad that even when he says "smile" it doesn't work( also saw that in TikTok)

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta's sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please🥺Maybe they meet one day when she went to visit the school? Or she's a new sorcerer. Aahhhh I can't think of anything so I'll leave it up to your wonderful mind😌 Thank you! And again congrats! | crush

INUMAKI TOGE: SUKI OMG SIREN AU WITH TOGE AND DEAF READERHis voice hypnotizes all who hear it but she’s unaffected and he’s shook lmao 😂 She teaches him human sign language so they can communicate 🥺 maybe when he realizes he likes her he brings her seashells and other shiny things from the sea floor and it’s so cute 🥰 just 🥺🥺 siren Toge 🥺🥺🥺 (DEBATING)

GOJO SATORU: Hello dear Suki! 🤗 congrats on your more than deserved milestone 👏🏼🥳 I know it’s not the restaurant aesthetic anymore but still, thank you for being a Michelin-star chef spoiling the fandom with your food 🤤👀 I’d love to request the following: ingredient 66 with sugar 8 & 9 and Gojou as cherry on top 🥰 some heavy angst with a happy / smutty ending. additional 🍪 for inspiration - „Best friends don’t look at each other the way you look at her. You never know what will happen, tomorrow might be too late“. Have a lovely day dear 💕

GOJO SATORU: Congrats on 2.4K!!!! May I please request a fic where the reader has like. Zero reaction to Gojo? And he’s kinda shook bc people either adore him or hate him, but here’s reader acting like he’s just a normal dude. And he starts falling for her bc he’s never experienced that before

⭐ GOJO SATORU: a reader that likes Gojo but immediately says N O P E bc they clock that he’s at risk of breaking their heart so they just try to avoid getting close to him despite being a teacher stuck with him a lot of the time. And Gojo is just like ??? But I like you??? Why are you always avoiding me? “I’m tired of you acting like I can’t commit to something. Committing to you is easy.”

⭐ GOJO SATORU: ♡Soft nsfw scenario with s/o and gojo while outside is snowing read here: cold

⭐ GOJO SATORU: Ohoho~ another milestone! Congrats~Can I get Vampire!Satoru x Monster Hunter!Reader where he “proves” to her that all of his victims came willingly(I think from the AU choice you’ll know exactly who I am lol 😉)

⭐ GOJO SATORU: hello! first and foremost, congratulations on reaching 2.4k! i love your writing and its just oh my goodness <3 your stories made my heart squeezed! second of all, i'd like to propose a request for a story. fluff/angst (up to you! your way of writing is just superb) mixed with nsfw gojo satoru. a modern business tycoon au where he just lost his wife and is overprotective of his 1 year old toddler. you're his new staff in the office and is treated badly bcs you know, new staff. one day, you stumbled upon your boss and his baby in a shop, who wont stop crying and he took an interest in you when you managed to calm his kid down. he hired you as his babysitter + made you move into his estate. from there, your life changed! also, thank you for accompanying my days with your stories, it's marvelous! 💕

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: okay i thought you might like this idea for the event (or maybe not lol) - naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man's gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ | good girl

NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Stage magician Naoya and his cute little assistant, where every other trick works to undress or strategically rip her outfit so he can show off his little bunny to the crowd before fucking her brainless backstage

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE:  listen ,,,,, ur naoya hate fic goes crazy stupid may i add something. naoya being overprotective like reader is so pretty and many of the clan men look at them a lottttt and naoya out of nowhere will kiss you in front of them or will grab them in front the maids and workers. then reader becomes mad and they get into an argument and then hate fuck :D lmaoo  (THIS REQUEST PLEASEEEE SEND ME TO HEAVEN) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Omg Suki! Congrats on the 2.4k! So uhmm I decided to take a break from the Kita/Naoya twin au angst 👉👈 idk if you are still accepting requests but HAS ANYONE EVER MENTIONED OR HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED SUGAR DADDY NAOYA????? 🥺 -🌸

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: Megumi being insecure about his eyes because they are a very light green colour( like in manga) so he wears blue contacts( I saw that on TikTok and... big brain energy)

⭐ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: SUKI, HI! First of all, congrats on 2.4K you absolutely deserve every single milestone coming your way 💞💞If it’s not too much to ask may I request a one-shot with megumi where he’s jealous that his fem!crush is spending more time with Itadori and sees how she enjoys his company a lot but it’s purely platonic? Reader likes megumi too and they both need that push in the right direction?Thanks so much if you decide to write this 🥺💖 I seriously love your writing and your big brain sm

CHOSO: Could you write something with Choso and the reader that has a toxic mother (if that actually exists.  She controls everything the reader does, and plays with her mind/ feelings making her feel like she's the bad one)?But after a fight with the mom, the reader has enough and just leaves deciding they will finally do what they want, ending up at a tattoo shop, where Choso is the tattoo artist.Ngl, i'd like this to be nsfw because i am thirsting for this man ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Don't really have kink preferences but if you could include size and breeding kink then i'd be hella thankful ☺

GETOU SUGURU: Yo how about a Victorian AU with Gentleman Thief!Getou and Debutante!Reader nsfw 👀👀 maybe she hears something in the dark and goes to investigate and gets pressed to the wall with a knife at her throat 👀🥵

FUSHIGURO TOJI: can we get a part two of the "lessons learned" toji fic 👉🏽👈🏽 maybe him fucking and overstimulating her so hard she cries and begs for mercy but no mercy will be given. maybe he uses the same handcuffs she used for him on her 🥰 maybe some manhandling cause im a hoe for letting a man throw me around

⭐ KAGEYAMA TOBIO (fckin finally): kageyama tobio x reader fic for mutual virginity loss? maybe they just haven’t had time with him being a fancy schmancy volleyball player, maybe there’s just nerves, i don’t know! i’ll leave it up to u babe <3

⭐ SUNA RINTARO: hi!! congrats on the 2.4k HEHE just wanted to request a suna and tattoo/flower shop au? idk just the thought of tattooed suna is like. mm yes

⭐ SUNA RINTARO/AKAASHI KEIJI: hi suki!! i’m so excited for your event! so i rarely ever see someone else who loves both akaashi and suna so i was wondering if you could write something for them! maybe apocalypse au?? or roommate au?? i was thinking y/n could have a relationship/be fuck buddies with one of them and some smutty exhibitionism happens with the other watching, and then some pining that ends in a threesome if you write those! if not, then just a smutty n filthy little love triangle that you can choose an ending for lol (a happy one would be nice bc my heart can only handle so much angst, but really it’s up to you and what inspires you!!) tysm for doing this event and always working so hard <3

⭐ OIKAWA TOORU: hi i love your writing!! can i please request work au (boss oikawa x secretary fem reader?) with degradation and him fucking your in the window 😭💗💗