#Rung's blabber.

[3v3rl4stingbr4in]

AU but nothing changed. Except the fact Mhin can transform into like an actual raven , specifically an albino raven and they look around while they are in their form. They do have their limits for how long they can stay in their raven form. :3

Now imagine they visit MC​ by their window and just listens to everything MC have to say like of course, you don't just casually see an albino raven, specifically landing in your place. Babbling how interesting to see Mhin by their window and there's a good chance they would not like to get pet until they know MC a bit more.

I think everyone ( Main casts, Elyon & Sen ) knows that Mhin is the raven but everyone keeps their mouth shut from saying anything because it's funny as shit to watch this go down.

[paint-music-with-me]

im so conflicted bc i wanted to rewrite ep 11 pt 4 where mhok and day actually talk and mhok actually gets to open up to day but while i was writing the outline for the fic, i realized how much more similar mhok and night are re: guilt and responsibility for their siblings, rung and day respectively. like write a scene where night and mhok are talking, maybe about guilt and night notices that mhok is carrying some emotional weight and maybe he opens up bc he doesn't feel like he could open up like that to day (not bc he's doesn't trust day but bc "why should i dump this trauma onto him?" kind of thing yk?) and maybe while night and mhok talk, day overhears and is like connecting a couple strings from previous eps? then maybe something happens and day brings it up and mhok allows himself to be vulnerable to day and day takes care of him 🥺🥺🥺

[suikung]

yandere bully itachi x shy mute student, he always picks on her and when he see’s her smiling at another guy he drags her to an empty classroom and fucks her. he says stuff like this is all her fault and because she cant speak she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone he did this.

(noncon + dacryphilia)

Quiet

Bully Itachi x Mute Reader

For the sake of the fic reader can still make noise just not speak

Hell, your own personal hell was what the academy was for you. From the moment you step foot in Konaha Academy, your head hung low avoiding any possible eye contact with anyone but especially him. Itachi Uchiha. Heart throb of the school but bully to you. And it made no sense, you were mute, no possible way of offending the Uchiha for him to act this way towards you. He constantly sent people for you, having them trash your desk in your upcoming class, pour food or drinks on you by “accident”, or leave nasty notes in your back pack. They never stopped and you couldn’t even speak up. Not just because of your condition but no staff would believe the perfect Uchiha would be capable of such things.

It was almost the end of the day and you had managed to avoid Itachi for most of it. This last week was an unusual one. He had dimmed down his antics on you and just constantly watched you. In the classes you both shared, his eyes stared almost straight through you, it was strange. But it didn’t matter to you, because he wasn’t being a bother. Plus you had made a friend. Some who knew sign language and could communicate with you.

A boy in your anatomy class, Genma. You both were paired together for a group project when suddenly he signed and spoke hello you. It widened your eyes a bit, never had someone properly signed to you. So you tested the waters, signing if he knew the language well. And he did. A smile spread so wide on your face it looked painful. The rest of the class went by smoothly, you both even exchanged contact details at the end. This was on Monday and it was now Friday. You had a differing schedule Wednesday through Friday so you didn’t have anatomy with Genma. Which was why you were currently waiting at your locker for him. Replacing and adding a few books and papers into your bag. Suddenly two hands grabbed your shoulders.

“Boo! Did I scare ya? Sorry to keep you waiting, Tsuanade-sama just kept blabbering on like usual and dismissed us late.” It was Genma, you relaxed a bit upon hearing his voice. Turning around to face him with a frown on your face. ‘Not nice’ you signed. He could only laugh at your forced frown, he knew you didn’t mean it. “Yeah yeah, here I’ll make it up to you by carrying your bag to class”. Taking your bag, he swung it around his shoulder, beginning your walk to the next class. It was silent between the two of you. However you couldn’t help but look at Genma and smile. It had taken a while but you had finally made a real friend.

What you didn’t know is Itachi had seen everything, the way that animal has given himself permission to touch you, to touch your things, to receive a smile, meant for him, from you. He could only clench his fists as he watched you both walk away, but this time he’d make sure you remembered that the only man in your life should be him.

The bell had rung, school was dismissed but you always stayed an extra hour to do homework. Everyone had gone home except for the sports people but they were outside not inside. Itachi knew this, it was perfect for him. No one would be able to save you from the lesson he was about to teach you.

The door opened, catching your attention but not enough to break focus from your work. Most likely the teacher coming to collect things they’d left behind. But no teacher would have locked the door behind them. Panicked you look up, only to see him standing there.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, seriously have you been avoiding me today?” He turned his head innocently locking eyes with you. You could only begin to pack your things, but before you could reach the door Itachi pulled you back. “I don’t think so. We have a few things to talk about. Well it’s more I have a few things to say.” Was he really going as far as bullying you after school? Before you knew it he had you pinned to the wall, head down to avoid seeing his face, but it only angered it more that even right in front of him you’d still chose to ignore him. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” His hand coming from below, forcing your head up. “You think I did all this to you because I hate you? You never once came to me to try to get me to stop.” It was silent, he only stared at you before kissing. There was no way for you to get out of this, his tongue attacked your mouth while you tried to push him off.

His hands began to roam your clothed body, slender fingers wrapped around a kunai used to cut the front of your shirt. Your breast now on display for him to feel. But it quickly became a nuisance how your bra obstructed the full view and quickly that was cut through. “See how much better you look like this.” Tears began to form in your eyes, hands coming up to protect your dignity. “Come on let me see your pretty tears, they’re one of the main reasons of course I had those things done to you.”

He pulled you off the wall and pushes you face down onto the desk in the very front of the classroom. Your hands are pinned behind you, Itachi using all his force to keep you down. With his free hand he rubs the back of your thighs, slowly moving up to grope your ass and finally your clothed pussy. Squirming as much as you could but in the end he was stronger than you. “You did it on purpose didn’t you. Smile right in my face with him. Did you want my attention so bad (Y/n)?” You could only shake your head.

Your denial angered Itachi. He pulled down your pants leaving you only in underwear and a ripped shirt. “Deny all you want but I’ll show you right now who you fucking belong to.” Flipping you around, you could now see the deranged look in his eyes. A terrifying look of determination was plastered on Itachi’s face opposite to yours full of tears and terror. He know stood in between your legs, hands bundled up above you. Slowly he started he came down, kissing you on your lips moving down to your neck where he licked and sucked the junction of your neck. Marking his territory as he moved around. A string of kisses led him down to your breast where he wrapped his tongue around your nipple. Alternating between sucking, licking, and biting. His free hand came up to your other nipple, rolling and pinching it within his thumb and index finger. A small moan came from you, inevitable with two forms of pleasure jolting through you.

He stopped, did you just make a sound? No matter he’ll drag more of them out of you. His assault on your breast didn’t last long before he continued kissing a trail down your stomach before he stopped right infront of your pussy. His hand now let go of yours but became settled on your thighs holding you down. Two fingers came to rub your clothed clit, Itachi’s eyes fixed on you to watch your reactions. You cried and tried to close your legs but him being in between you did not make him easier. Your tears making him so aroused and impatient for the moment he would bury himself within you.

He moved to the side your panties, slowly pumping in one finger, the sheer wetness made it easier for him to go in. The betrayal of your body evident, guilt coursed through your veins from having such a reaction to the man that bullied you and was now having his way with you. With his middle finger inside of you, his thumb took on the role of teasing your clit. His pace quickening as he added in his ring finger. With every second he maintained this pace, more moans could be heard from you. Slowly but steadily you could feel it building inside of you, the knot tenser and tenser in your stomach. “I can feel you tensing up your thighs. You’re close aren’t you. Come on let it out, no one’s gonna be able to hear you anyway.” With his defiling words you came, a moan slightly above a whisper. Body tense in one moment to completely relaxed.

Within your post-orgasm state you could hear his zipper coming down. You tried to quickly pick up off the desk but he was faster than that, pinning you back down. Your hands took their place above your head again. One hand grabbing yours and the other freeing his cock. Terrified, you couldn’t even see the size of what would be going into you. “You came now it’s my turn.” With that he fully sheathed himself inside of you. Your mouth open as if you were screaming with only a feeble sound escaping. Giving you no time to adjust, he slammed his hips into you. Both of his hands now lay rest on your hips, holding you tightly as to not move. He went deep, swearing you could feel it in your stomach. It hurt more than anything, you could only close your eyes and try to disassociate from this. But he wouldn’t let that happen. “Open your eyes, let me see your pretty tears.” He pinched your sides until you finely looked at him.

He loved it, he loved seeing you disheveled under him, crying because of him and his cock. This was your fault you provoked him and now you’re paying the price. The pain slowly started to subdue, Itachi’s cock grazing that soft spot inside of you. Each thrust in pushes a soft groan out from both of you. You were so tight around him he couldn’t help but start to speed up. He was close, and it wasn’t helping how your teary eyes sparkled. You were almost begging him to come inside of you without saying a thing.

“I’m thinking I leave my mark inside of you. How does that sound? Marked inside and out by me.” You shock your head furiously, hands pushing at his chest to get him out of you. He was crazy, and he kept finding ways to torture you. Your attempts proved futile against him. “This’ll be our little secret yeah? So don’t go telling anyone”. He laughed at his mockery, before finally spilling himself in you. His cum painting your walls. Itachi went in and out a few more times before pulling out his softening cock. Sweat decorated his forehead alongside a smile. He managed to change in a flash, already at the door by the time you got up from the desk. Itachi stopped before opening the door, “Next time, don’t go showing other men that pretty smile.”

And he was gone, leaving you naked with only his seed spilling out of you as you stood upright.

[gothamite-rambler]

What if Cassandra Cain unintentionally sneaking up on people and their reactions personally affected her more then she let on?

Cass: Hi Tim.

Tim Drake yelped, dropping his coffee cup.

Tim: God! Can you give a heads up instead of sneaking up on people?

Cass (confused): I said hi when I was close to you. I wanted to ask if you wanted to go half on a pizza?

Tim: Sure, but next time give a warning.

Cass: Hm... Noted.

Cass walked dejected away as Tim picked up his coffee cup. He looked over where she was before to apologize, but saw she had already left, reasoning that she wasn't upset by his reaction.

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Cass: Hi Stephanie.

Stephanie jolted turning around. Barbara laughed, shaking her head.

Barbara: She got you again. Hey Cass.

Cass (confused): Huh?

Stephanie (to Cass): Hey girl, geez you are good at that.

Cass: Good at what?

Stephanie: Popping up out of nowhere. It helps with crime fighting, but we've got to put a bell on you.

Stephanie and Barbara laughing only confused Cass further.

Cass (tilting her head): I was not aware that I... Startled people. I'm sorry.

Stephanie: Cass it's fine, we're just messing with you.

Barbara: It's how you are.

Cass: Oh, all the time?

Barbara and Stephanie nodded. Cass rung her hands together, burying how she felt but quickly forced a smile.

Cass: Hm... Noted. Let's go see the movie.

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Cass: Hi Dick.

Dick screamed, jumping into Jason's arms.

Jason: Why is this your automatic reaction?

Jason dropped his brother.

Dick: Ow, she's really quiet and it catches me off guard!

Cass (confused and saddened): I'm sorry... I wasn't intending to do that. Again.

Jason (not upset): It's fine.

Dick: Just give a warning next time! Wear a bell- Ow!

Jason kicked Dick in the leg for that comment.

Jason: Calm down, you're acting like you saw a giant rat.

Dick (standing up): Whatever, sorry Cass, I swear it's like you're a ghost and appear out of nowhere.

Cass (surprised and upset): Oh.

Jason glared at Dick with his arms crossed.

Dick: I feel like I said the wrong thing.

Cass (hiding her true feelings): It's okay, I'm... Used to it.

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Cass made her footsteps noticeably louder, as if she were in heavy boots while walking over to Damian.

Cass (tapping the young boy on the shoulder): Hi Damian.

Damian jolted lightly, dropping his sketch pencil.

Damian (apologetic): Sorry, my reaction wasn't overreactive. I'm trying to finish this sketch for art class I get into the zone- What's wrong, you look sad?

Cass (dejected): It's nothing, I'm the one sorry for startling you. Just wanted to tell you that Jason and Steph switched for who would be with who, me and Jason and you with Steph tonight.

Damian: Great I had to get the blabber mouth, thank you for telling me either way. Um, but are you sure you're okay? I wasn't upset about you sneaking up on me I get really into my art and-

Cass (thrown off by the comment): You too? I wasn't intending to sneak up on you, startled you or anyone. I swear.

Damian: Oh, you usually do it with everyone. My mistake.

Cass nods, hiding her true reaction and leaves silently. Damian shrugs and returns to his drawing.

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Later that night, Cass in her Batgirl Orphan suit met up with Jason as he waited for her in his Red Hood suit.

Cass (somber as she walked over to Jason): Hi Jason.

Jason turned to face Cass and he smiled at her.

Jason: Hey, it's good to see you. You ready to patrol?

Cass: You're not... Upset I snuck up on you?

Jason: Nah, you're good at it and I like how you greet everyone. I can't be upset at you anyway, I tolerate you the most.

Jason patted Cass on the shoulder. Cass sniffled, wringing her hands together.

Jason (concerned): What's wrong?

Cass: I don't mean to scare people when I'm behind them or unnoticed. My dad always taught me to be silent when you kill your target... they'll never notice you, but I don't want to do that to any of you. It means that you think I'll hurt you. I'm not doing what I do on purpose or as a trick I-

Jason: Cass, it's fine. Come here.

Jason hugged Cass. Cass hugged him back, happy he wasn't against hugging her like he is with everyone else.

Jason (patting Cass on the back then pulling away): I know you're not an evil ninja or whatever your dipshit birth father wanted you to be. You're... Cassandra. You're sweet and awesome. Most of them are the type to fall out of a chair when someone's phone rings too loudly, especially Dick and Tim, so don't let what they say upset you.

Cass: When I scare you guys it makes me feel like a freak, like my father and mother were right.

Jason (reassuringly): They weren't, I promise you that. When you're "sneaking" up on people it's fine. I do the same thing. We're the type of people who can make an entrance and escape easily when we don't want to be with other people.

Cass laughs.

Cass: That's true.

Jason: I don't want you to ever think that you'll turn into some psychopath because you're not that Cass... You're family. And yes, I do mean that.

Cass: Um, thank you, Jason. I appreciate you being so nice to me about this. I needed that because while I can be a tough bad ass crime fighter... I don't want my family to fear me.

Jason (sympathetically): I get that, but we all love you and I could never imagine you hurting any of us.

Cass (smirking): I thought you tolerated me the most?

Jason: Eh, I love you too. Now are you ready for a night of beating the shit out of bad guys?

Cass (taking a power pose): I am!

Jason and Cass ran off together, ready to fight. Jason wasn't ready to admit it, but he shared the same concerns of harming others like Cass did, and continued to struggle with on him snapping one day, but he saw the good in Cass and he'd remind her of the good person she is. He loves his foster sister for her good heart even with all the hell she went through and he'd be there for her.

[lovelyiida]

IMAGINE YOU’RE AT AN AMUSEMENT PARK WITH BAKUGO and he just so happens to bring you along for a family trip as your “friend,” because he “only had one ticket left.”

It’s early in the morning and your parents drop you off at his house with your things and all you can see is Bakugo staring you down from his window. Laughing to yourself at how weird he looked, but from the other end he was shitting himself at the thought of spending a whole day with you.

You didn’t know that Bakugo has had a crush on you for almost a year now, and he had no way of telling you. And knowing him, he probably would’ve told you the last minute.

But he then realized he was going on a stupid trip with his parents and they told him to bring a friend. So fuck it, he brought you.

As you walked up to the door and rung the doorbell, you were excited to see Bakugo and his parents. You were excited overall to go on such a spontaneous trip.

Around a week ago, you were casually at the dorms getting a cup of yogurt from the fridge.

And so appeared Bakugo!

“Goin’ on a stupid trip, wanna come?” He said, and you obviously said yes.

So when his parents opened the door, they were quite shocked to see you of all people appear. Bakugo’s mother lets out a gasp, covering her mouth and lightly chuckled to herself before regaining her composure.

“Are you our son’s friend?” She says with a smug smile.

Before you could even answer, Bakugo pushed away his mother and grabbed your stuff and told you to follow him.

After awkwardly meeting his parents and getting a tour around his house. The four of you set sail for the ride.

The ride was mostly quiet, from time to time Bakugo’s father would try and make you all play I Spy or yellow car. But Mother-son duos’ cries of disdain would shut him up.

But when you got to the park, Bakugo got so clingy. He told you to hold his hand the whole time to make sure you wouldn’t run off or leave him behind. Even though he just wanted to hold your hand.

When it came to the rides, you were a wuss.

“If I had knew you wouldn’t ride any rides, I wouldn’t have brought you” he says, and that kinda hurt your feelings.

So you decided to prove him wrong by riding the fastest coaster they had open.

The whole time you were clinging to Bakugo for mercy screaming your guts out. But it was so worth it.

After that you couldn’t get enough of the rides.

While you were in line for a ride, Bakugo couldn’t help but notice a guy staring you down. This ultimately got him pissed off. While you were blabbering about some random topic, Bakugo softly pulled you by your waist and pulled you into his chest.

Your face grew hot as his actions, “what’s wrong?” You mumbled into his chest. Looking up at his you noticed how his gaze wouldn’t leave the guys.

“Some random creep eyeing you down, don’t worry” he says, looking down into your eyes. You noticed a light blush dusted over his face.

As the line grew shorter, his hands stayed on your waist the whole time.

As the day turned into night, your feet grew tired. Eyes drooping and voice gone from all the screaming, your back tired from carrying not even half of the plushies Bakugo won from you.

Hand in hand, you notice Bakugo lead you away from his parents’ gaze. Leading you away into an alley, he sets down your plushies and looks you into the eyes.

“I like you,” he admits.

“I know,” you said back.

This takes the blonde aback, making you chuckle. “I knew something was up the moment your mom looked at me when she opened the door—don’t worry, it’s cute–“

Bakugo cuts you off by smashing his lips into yours.

After 5 minutes of a non-stop makeout session and 10 missed calls from Bakugo’s mom. The both of you arrive at the car. Lips swollen and faces warm, no words were spoken as the two parents could already gather what went down.

And as you drive into the night, you snuggled up against the blonde. And the both of you peacefully drifted off into sleep.

❥: @xo-evangeline , @king-dynamight , @gold24fish , @pebblepoop , @kookiemyfeels

[arumnous]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖.

"ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇꜱꜱ" ᴡᴀɴᴅᴀ x ꜰ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!

TW: Idk, I'm not good with this type of shit ;-;

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"Do you love me?"

That question dripped from her divine tongue like addicting honey, encasing your vulnerable little heart with everlasting warmth.

Because that's what she was, a divine being, sent from the... Gods above to bless this filthy land of yours with prosperity and protection.

And you. You were nothing but her obedient disciple, you and all those other peasants preached her power, muttering prayers to her name and many even desiring her love itself.

Your words struggled to find it's way of escape, your mind too invested in the way her teeth grazed in the crook of your neck.

How did you get here was never really a question you wanted to be answered, the only thing that you needed to know was... Why? Why you?

You felt her breath go up to your ear, her voice barely above a mice's squeek while she whispered. "Tell me your answer my love."

Was it because of the fact that you gave your all to her? Devoting, preaching and believing in each single syllable that leaves her lips.

Or was it because of those nights you've thought of her, it wasn't that bad the first time, it was just a thought of her pretty face flashing in your head.

But it got worse, your thoughts—well more like fantasies now, it grew slowly but surely to the point where you'd find yourself drunk of lust and neediness of her touch, only to be forced to settle on your own foreplay.

Her tone brought nothing but pleasure and shivers up your spine. You then responded, your face contorting to furrow your brows as to prevent those lewd sounds from slipping out of your throat.

"I love you dearest. You know that."

A gruff and scratchy chuckle rumbled from her, only making you cower even more in her touch.

"I do, why wouldn't I know such a thing. Am I right darling?"

And oh boy, did you enjoy the first night where she had her way with you on her throne. But that was a story for another time.

Did you question it? No. Were you confused and numb the next day? FUCKING HELL YES.

"Mhmm, you are. You always are." Although your words were like incoherent blabbering to anyone else who'll hear it, to this.. Goddess before you, it was just something to add coal in her already scorching desire to make you hers.

"Then... Will you agree, if—" She seemed to hesitate with her actions, softening her grip on your neck as she slightly parted away. She found her voice once again, albeit being lower than before, she still manages to mutter. "We were to ever be together forever?"

You felt confused, weren't the two of you already together?

Like the first drop of water in a drizzle, she sensed your confusion. "What I mean is... Will you agree? To be—.. Immortal, and to live together with me?— For the rest of eternity." Like the rushing of a river, her words were quick, almost a little too hard to understand, but you managed.

You cackled, your laugh echoing in her chambers walls as you threw your head back.

This ticked off something in her. You couldn't have been laughing at her! Right? You would never do that! You loved her too. That was what you said, and that was what rung in your mind whenever she was allowed by you to enter it.

You placed your forehead on hers, looking directly in her green pupils with pure love and adoration. "My dear, I would go through hell and back just to get the chance of being in your arms for the rest of time."

Oh.

You fluttered your eyes to look down at her soft, plump and perfectly pink lips, biting your own in between your teeth as your mind started to wander into dark and... Odd thoughts.

A smile grew on her face, pecking yours swiftly before she giggled out. "You wouldn't have to do that"

Oh God all mighty. Did that giggle drive you crazy. "Hmm.. Why so?" Your fingers tangled themselves in her fiery red locks, pulling her in impossibly closer to you.

"Because I will be there with you." She parted away, kneeling and inhaling deeply while she looked down at you, her eyes filled with... Something you couldn't decipher.

"Wh—... Where are you going?" She can't just leave you here waiting so desperately for her intoxicating love! She started this! She needed to finish it.

"Oh I'm not going anywhere." She slid her hand to grasp your shoulder and the other to your wrist, pushing your body down gently on her reflective floor and planting a tender kiss on your palm.

You've always loved it when she did that, pestering your body all over as to show you not only her affection, but reassurance as well.

"Be ready my love, for your legs will most likely shake for the rest of the night"

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The thick walls of her castle muffled the shivering of your voice, giving her nothing else but a sense of satisfaction as her fingers moved painfully slow inside your bundle of sensitive nerves.

Your brows were furrowed, eyes closed while your lips felt dry with each heavy breath you took in, you weren't sure what time it was, all that you knew was how intoxicating the torturous yet pleasurable sensation of your release being deprived from you was, as if you were nothing but a puppy anticipating the reward from your masters hand.

Her movements went even slower, making you whine as you reached your hand out to hers. "Are you close, darling?" Was what she asked, parting your legs a little more wider to drill her eyes on your wonderful arousal, and admiring the wet and sweet substance dripping from it.

"Answer me, you know what happens when you don't tell your Goddess what you want... Right?" Her tone made you clench your hole, and arch your bare back, your front making contact with her clothes as she hummed at your actions.

A gasp broke through your lungs, whilst you jolted up, feeling that very same spot that made you quiver, being assaulted oh-so gently while she nibbled on your pink buds.

"I am! I am!" You spat a flurry of profanities, whimpering in ecstasy as you felt the knot about to break.

"Wanda, please."

Hearing her name be said by you with no sense of any emotions other than desperation, set her off— hearing her name, with no proper honorifics at all was something new.

You did nothing but grip her arms, your release tiring and exhausting as ever while she flicked her eyes at your form, switching from one detail to another.

This meant you were hers now, right?

Oh no.

She dipped her head in between your thighs, you—still trying to catch your breath paid her no mind at all, but once that slippery muscle burrowed into you like how a worm burrows under the ground for shelter, it made you freeze.

Oh fucking hell no.

"Don't think we're done [Name] That was merely nothing but a warm up, we still have a few hours to waste."

Oh you pretty little girl

You have no idea what you got yourself into... Do you?

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Hi, hello. I'm not really sure what I want to do with this, like, do you guys want a series? Or only like, oneshots? Or both? Like i said, i have no fucking clue. So please help.... Please?

[yuniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie]

Yandere Billy and Stu (1/4)

Your eyes ran over the room you were in, taking in the soft light that went through the window. But Casey had been late, it left feelings of unease and dread into you, and it all made you sick to the stomach, whoever this killer was was sick. But you remembered your promise to Tatum that you were staying over at their house. And you mentally cursed remembering your own words before, ‘i’m not much of a party person’. You hated it,

you remembered when Casey was still here she would always tell everyone about how shy you were and it wasn’t near any good way. She was your childhood friend but despite all the bullying, it left a small void in you she wasn’t here, she had been your best friend since you were kids..you decided against it, it was better to go rest instead of think now, you walked over to the bathroom to get ready for the night.

You brushed your teeth almost absent mindedly before you snapped out of your blissful dream state by a phone call. You weren’t expecting one, since the sun went down. Therefor you knew better than to pick it up, it was night. You recalled your parents words, shaking hand hovering over the phone you picked it up. Lifting the phone to your ear you heard a little static. You raised a brow and held the phone tighter, “…”“Not even a hello?” it hadn’t sounded familiar. Surely distinct, “Who is this? Do i know you..?” She quipped on the phone, but not in a snarky remark.

“Just wanted to have a little talk, or is this the wrong number?”, Y/N being unsure gripped the telephone a bit tighter, twirling the wire around it was a nervous habit, “This is the wrong number, bye.” “But i’m wanting to play a little game~” It sounded mockingly playful it frustrated her a bit, she shoved the phone back into the receiver, hand trembling.

It rung again, two rings to be exact this time, and she answered, she couldn’t get a word out. “You hung up again, why is that..” “..Y/N?”

This was all too fast. Mentally she cursed before clutching the phone tighter, “W-what do you want from me?..” She whimpered quietly, leaving the other ‘person’ on the phone to laugh loudly. “Isn’t that simple? Look how gullible you are. Little y/n.”

Tears rolled down her chubby cheeks immediately, she knew who this was. He was Casey’s murderer, it was this sick bastard. In a fast movement she threw the phone and broke into quiet sobs, flocking to the door and reaching to lock it only for her heart to drop into her stomach in realization it was wide open. She pierced the figure’s ears with her loud scream. Her hands pawing at his own to let go, sobbing cut off as their fingers wrapped around Y/N’s windpipe. She was devoid of any noise. She reached for the mask, with choked blabbering only on deaf ears. It tilted their head away mockingly when she reached for the mask. She shot up, elbow slamming into the figure’s side, they let out a loud grunt. “You little—“ They didn’t get a word out before Y/n swung at the figure again. Ensuring they stayed down.

Pushing the figure off of her she gasped for air. Throwing her body back against the counter and holding onto it’s edge. Standing up and taking off in a fast bolt towards the stairs, the figure left abandoned with a aching side on the ground, you broke out into pants, gripping the phone tighlty after locking the door to your bedroom. Contacting the police, her heart was racing with fear, what the hell had happened just now began to take a toll on her mind, she already had dealt with the death of her friend Casey but now she was being attacked, when the sirens flashed. “Y/n. What the hell happened baby?!” She cried out when arms wrapped around her. Eyes widenening in confusion and terror when she realized the window was open but she was so absent minded she didn’t realize. “Billy..” Her voice broke when she spoke, she saw his concerned gaze. But she couldn’t trust him.

She shoved him off of her, afraid. And he looked almost hurt she didn’t see through as he feigned worry and heartbreak. “Y/n-“ “Don’t t-touch me!” She babbled shakily, pushing his hands off once more when he tried to touch her again. Billy knew this wasn’t any time to touch her now considering her state, she didn’t want to. The police a matter of time they had showed up at the door. Running downstairs leaving billy abandoned in the bedroom you ran and saw Dwight. Your friend’s older brother pushing through the crowd.

“Dewey!” She cried out loud.

[ddejavvu]

okay din djarin request! what about din being reader’s first kiss? with shy-ish reader maybe? he acts tough but I just know he’s a huge softie for shy!r

Technically, it might be a little unfair to sneak up on Din after his shower. Your feet graze slowly, carefully, over dirt and rocks, planting themselves in areas that will cut up the soles of your shoes the least. Then they hit tile, and you know you're approaching the showers. It's hard navigating with your eyes closed, but you'd rather ram into a wall than compromise Din's way of life.

Fortunately for you, you don't ram into a wall. You hear the sound of water being rung from a cloth, then a dry towel grating through Din's hair. God, you wonder, what color is his hair? What does it look like? Is it long? Is it short? Is it-

"Y/N?" You hear, Din's voice much less tinny without the helmet on. It's still deep, rough, though, and it sends a shiver up your spine. You startle, and you nearly drop your hands from over your eyes, but you catch yourself.

"You can't be here," Din scolds, already scrambling for his helmet, "I- You can't see me, not like this."

"My eyes are covered," You promise, and you hear him still, then shift, probably turning to face you.

"Did you need something?" Din asks, slightly less tense this time. It's still there, and you wish you could see the accompanying look on his face. Is it stern? Is it curious? Is it pretty? You bet it's pretty.

"I.." Now that you're here, you don't know what to say. You take a deep breath, pressing your hands further over your eyes, "I like you, Din."

He's silent; deathly so.

"And- I think you like me, too," Now you're glad you can't see his face, and you try to hide more of yours like you'll simply disappear, "And if I'm right... I want you to kiss me."

There's more silence, and you blabber to fill it: "I've never been kissed before. And I want you to do it, I- I want you to be my first."

"But if you don't want to," You feel pathetic now, shoulders sagging, lips trembling ever so slightly, "I guess I'll-"

"Stop." You hear, Din's voice suddenly inches away from you. You gasp, and your breath holds stiff in your chest.

A hand slides over your own, gentle in pressure but rough in texture. Din's hand keeps your hands pressed to your eyes, and his other comes to ghost against the underside of your chin.

It's better than you could have ever imagined. He tilts your chin up, soft and sweet, and his lips press against you hesitantly. You've never seen Din as anything but confident and stony, now you're sure if you opened your eyes and tore your hands away from your face you'd see a loverboy staring back at you. His lips are soft, but there's a mustache prickling against your skin. His kiss is such a sweet juxtaposition from his sleek armor, the beskar plating that you've dozed off against countless times since meeting and travelling with the Mandalorian.

He barely puts pressure there, he gives you just a taste. All he does is lock your lips, and hold it there. It lets you soak him in, and you hope he can feel the giddy adoration that you're pumping into the embrace.

Then, just as gently as he'd kissed you, he breaks away.

Cold air rushes to hit your lips, a chilling contrast from Din's warm, soft ones. He's still lingering by your face, you feel his breath on your skin, but he lets his hand slowly fall away from your own.

"Don't open your eyes," He warns, voice impossibly soothing and husky, "I want you to put my helmet on."

"Okay," You stammer, pressing your hands more flush to your face as his footsteps recede. Then you hear the scrape of metal on stone, and he pulls at your hands with a bare one of his own.

"Keep your eyes closed," He reminds you, "You need both hands."

"Okay," You nod, letting him peel your hands away from your eyes, though you keep them squeezed tightly shut.

"Feel it?" He asks, slipping his helmet between your hands. You nod, fingers tracing the curves you've only explored with your eyes before now.

"Reach up," He tells you, pushing your elbow. You do as you're told, and he takes hold of your forearms to guide the helmet over his head.

Lowering it feels like hell. You feel like he's slipping away from you, like whatever connection you'd had will disappear with his lips. But his hands stay on your arms even after you secure the helmet on his head, and he takes your face in his hands.

Gently he thumbs at your eyelids, voice once more filtered through his helmet, "You can open your eyes now."

A familiar sleek design greets you when your eyes open, albeit a blurry one from how hard you'd been squeezing them shut. Your eyes linger on the horizontal stripe, where you know his eyes are beneath the helmet, wishing you could gaze into them and see his soul through them.

All you can do is lean forwards again, pressing a soft kiss to the cold beskar, where his cheek would be. He keeps his hands on your face, but he lets you pucker your lips against his helmet, and you hope that he's blushing beneath the metal armor.

[kookiesnerotica]

Harley quinn And Joker Syndrome.

Chapter 1 - It's all in the Chemistry.

Series Materlist

Series taglist: @kaydsr3venge

Chapter WARNINGS: Fingering, dirty talk, Underage drug use, Intoxication, foul langauge.

E N J O Y

You were sat at the bar of the country club, sarah sat next to you, sipping her fruity mocktail, and blabbering on about something you couldn't quite recall, truth be told you weren't paying any attention to her, you were off in your head. "Hello!" She brings you back to reality with the waving of her hand in front of your face. "Dude are you even listening?" She says, visibly annoyed. "No..I am. I'm Listening" You lied. She pauses for a moment looking at you, before she signs. "This is about ryan, isn't it?". Just by the replying look on your face, she knew that it was. Ryan was your boyfriend...now ex, He was the captin of the football team, he was your vice president, he was the love of your life, or atleast that's what you thought before walking in on him and Leah benson in his bedroom.

"Sweetie, you have to move on. Ryan's like an idiot, leah's a slut, and your hot." she says, you know she's trying to cheer you out, but it wasn't working.

"Besides there is plenty of fish in the sea." She shrugs, guestering to the busy country club, " You are kidding right?" You chuckled, causing the blonde girl to giggle. "No i am serious, the worlds like your fucking oyster." You looked around the country club then back to your best friend. "Everyone here is either a ugly, or old enough to father my older brother!" You reported, she also takes a look around. "Right!" she says in a hushed tone. She ponders for a moment. The next moment, topper is walking up to you guys, "Hey babe!" he says wraping his arms around the seated girl, embracing her into a side hug, and planting kisses on her forehead. "Hi" she smiles.

"Y/n, how are you." he finally notices you. "Fine." you half smiled. Watching sarah and topper was like pouring salt on a fresh wound, memories of you and ryan flash rapidly across your mind. "What are your plans for today?" He asked his girlfriend. "Eat a tub of ice cream while watching netflix with y/n" she replies. "Sounds awesome, however if you ladies wanna swing by my house, i am having a little get together."

"So....a party?" Sarah corrects. "Same thing."

Sarah looks at you waiting for you to answer. "We'll be there!" She answers, you shoot her a questioning look, to which she smiles and winks. "Anways, i am gonna go finish setting up." Topper says, pecking his girlfriend on the lips, "Bye baby!" she says.

"See you y/n" he waves off.

"Hell no! i am not going to a party." You it clear. "Why not?" she scoffs. "Cause...keluce is going to be there." You make up a lame excuse, your older brother had nothing to do with why you didn't want to attend tonight's party. "Lame excuse. Try again!" she shuts you down.

"You are so going to the party!" she chuckles.

9pm:

You were on the coach, a tub of ice cream on your lap, 'Too Hot To Handle' playing on your tv, you were enjoying. Sarah had been calling you non stop, to which you resorted to swtiching your phone to silent. Suddenly the door bell rang, you ignored it, but then it rung again, followed by a banging on the door, "Y/n i know you are in there!" You heard sarah's voice on the other side of the door. You scoffed, getting up and heading to the door.

"Ew, you look gross." she says barging in. "Thanks, love you too." you said closing the door behind you. "Alright, hit the showers, while i pick out something from your closet." she sasses, her hands placed on her hips. "Sarah i already said i am not going." you said meekly. "Oh no! no. no." she scoffs. "Lemme me tell you something babes, ryan isn't becoming a coach potato, and drowning his sorrows over a tub of ice cream, he is living it up!" she pulls out her phone, to show you his instagram feed, which showcased him partying, clubbing, and having fun.

Seeing this made you furious, furious enough to say. "Fuck it! Let me take a shower!".

"Yay! Babes i am so proud of you!" She squeeled.

10pm.

It took an hour, but you were dressed, you looked in the mirror and you couldn't help but admire yourself. Sarah had picked out a short, red flowy sun dress, which suited you, it hung loose and short on your body. "You look hot!" she complimented you, the smile on her face so huge and childlike. "Let's go." You smiled at her.

10:30pm

You arrived at The Thorton mansion, crowds of teenage kooks swarmed the place, the music vibrated through you as you entered. Almost immediatley topper spoted you, he grabed two signiture solo cups and head staright towards you and sarah. He handed both of you a cup, As soon as you held the cup up to your face, the stench of alchol hit your nose, catching you off guard. You watched as your bestfriend chugged the liquid in her cup. "Y/n, i am gonna steal sarah for a moment." You'd been around sarah and topper to know what that meant. "Honey, will you be fine on your own?" She says with a look of concern. "Yeah..no you can go, i'll be fine." You nod. "Okay, have fun." she kisses your cheek, before grabbing her boyfriends hand, together they disapered into the crowd. You, and your solo cup walked around the house, looking at the many faces, some you knew, some you were just seeing for the first time.

You adventuring around the thorton house, led you upstairs, which seemed quiter, than downstairs. You found a quite room, and without thinking much, you opened the door. "What the fuck!" Called out a familar voice, which came from a familar boy. Rafe.

"Y/n?" He calls, as you tried to walk away. "Come in." he clears his throat. You debated on wheather you should go in or not, but in the end you decided to go in. Upon entry you noticed not only the people that were seated on the coach but heavy smell of weed, white powder arranged in neat little lines on the clear coffee table in front of the older cameron. "Have a seat!" he said, The only seat left was one directly opposite rafe, and next to some lightskin guy with dreads, whoose eyes wondered onto yours. You took the seat. "Guy's this is y/n lawerence, Keluces younger sister." Rafe introduces you.

"Hi i am lauren." The cute red head sat next to rafe says. "Nate." a raven haired boy sat next to lauren says. "Christina." A blonde haired girl introduces. Finally the guy sat next to you "What's up, I'm jack."

"We were playing truth or drink before you interputed us." Rafe says, as he exhaled smoke from his mouth. "Since its nate's turn, why doesn't he ask y/n." Christina suggests. "Alright!" Nate sighs. "So y/n, have you ever shoplifted?"

"Nope." You answered as you fiddled with your hands on your lap. "What the fuck are these lame ass questions?" Lauren laughs, It was at this point that you noticed Rafe's icey blue eyes were staring at you, his eyes scanned you. As soon as you realized this, you turned away, looking anywhere but in his direction. "Here" Jack passes you a lit joint. "Oh i don't smoke.", immdiately earning a laugh from everyone in the room, excluding rafe, who only chuckled. "Do it pussy!"Lauren says, you felt the pressure of people, how heavy their eyes felt. "It'll make you feel good!" Rafe says in a low, but alluring tone, you looked up to meet his eyes. You accpected the joint, placing it inbetween your lips, while not breaking eye contact with rafe, you exhale, feeling the hot smoke rush into your chest, you exhaled, feeling the smoke slightly burn the back of your throat. "One more hit!" Christina says amused. So you did the process again, Rafe's eyes still fixated into yours. This time when you exhaled, you felt your brain get fuzzy, the sound of the music downstairs seemed like the only sound in the world, warmth and comfort surrounded your body, your eyes felt heavy, you felt fucking euphoric, you passed the joint back to jack. "Good girl." Rafe says smiling at you, his eyes still burning into you.

Several rounds of Truth of drink were played, you continued to smoke, getting higher as the night passes. "We should play Seven Mintues in heaven!" Lauren called out, you could tell there was something between her and rafe, as his hands were wrapped around her waist, and they got touchy with each other as time passes. Everyone agreed, at some point your slurred you agreement." "Y/n should spin first!" Rafe says, smurking when your eyes meet, you spun the empty 'jack daniels' bottle, and it landed in between lauren and rafe. Lauren's facial expressions seemed to change when Jack shouts "Rafe!" and the rest of the group agrees that it landed on rafe. You felt your heart beat increasing.

You watched as Rafe got up, coming over to you. You crained your neck up just to contact his eyes. "Shall we?" he hold out his hand, you hesitate, but give in. You felt unsteady as soon as you stood up, rafe's hand rushing to your waist, to keep you balanced. "Thanks." You cleared your throat. Rafe led you to a seprate room. You sat down on the edge of the bed, whilst the dirty blonde boy sat next to you.

"We don't have to anything you don't want." he sniffled wiping his thumb across his nose. "Okay." You squeeked out, your throat feeling dryer than the saharah. You sat in complete silence feeling your high. "Lemme ask you something?" He licks his lips, "Sure."

"Out of all the parties thrown, why'd you attened today?"

"I am turning over a new leaf, learning how to live again." Words seemed to just flow out of you, it wasn't what you wanted to say, but it was the truth. "I understand, You've been just existing, not living." Rafe added, it's like he stole the words from your mouth. "Yeah, exactly like that." You smiled. You watched as rafe pulled out a small baggie of white powder, which you concluded to be coke, from his pocket. He scooped some out with his key, held it up to his nose, and snorted. He looked staright into you, "Want some?"

"I've never done coke before." you admit, your tone and the fact that you seemed inexperinced, sounded so lame to you. You took the bag and key from rafe, scooping some white powder onto the edge of your key, bringing it up to your nose, and without thinking you snorted it. It burned upon its first contact with you nose, but as it went further down your anatomy, the burning stopped, replaced by a slight bitter taste at the back of your throat. But all that aside, as you felt a wave of what could only be defined as beautiful energy. You felt powerful, devine, euhophric, like you hand the world on your plam. "Woah!" You whisphered out. For the first time in your whole life, you felt it. You felt alive. You felt fuzzy, and blurry, like the whole room was swaying at a constant beat, you looked at rafe. Who seemed so handsome, his sharp jawline, his blue eyes darkened by his sins, the way a peice of hair fell onto his forhead. "Are you okay?"

"I feel good." You noted, "Yeah?"

"Mmmhmm." You noded. You hadn't noticed that there was no space left between you and rafe, you felt his hand touching your thigh, pushing your dresser higher up. His touch ignited your body, several butterflies swarming not just your stomach, but the entire surface of your body. He used his other hand to cup your cheek, leaning in closer to you, forheads touching, eyes interlocked into each other. "Let me make you feel alive." He whispered against you, you noded.

You felt rafe's soft lips, smash onto yours. Tounges playing against one and other, His salivia introducing the taste of beer, weed, and mint into your mouth. His hands going further up your updress. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his fingers ghost over your clit. "Fuck! You are wet. All this for me.' He breathed out. The kiss went from your lips, to your jaw, down to your neck. "Open you legs for me." He whispered into your neck. You did as he asked, granting him more access to the wet mess, that was in between your legs.

you felt as he moved your panties to the side, his fingers warm, as they play with your clit, a moan fell from your lips. Rafe's finger slowly make their way into your entrance, you felt your pussy stretch around his hands, gasping as they entered. "Look at me baby!" He demanded, you opened your eyes, to meet rafe's lustful blue eyes. "Don't take your eyes off me."

"Fuck!" You moaned as you felt his fingers pumping at a slow and steady pace. "Mhmmm, you like that.?" "Mhmmhmm."You moan as you feel you core tighten, you felt your hips lifting and lighlty thrusting into rafe's fingers, which provided more pleasure. "Rafe." You called out, biting into your lip, your eyes still locked into his.

Suddenly the door burst open, lauren stood on the other side of the door. "What the fuck!" she shrieks. "Get the fuck out!" Rafe screamed, breaking eye contact with you.

Lauren's interpution brought you back down to reality. What the fuck were you doing, getting fingered by Rafe fucking cameron. Your best friend's older brother, Your brother's best friend, unagruably the worst guy on the whole damn island, he was bad, you knew that. You had got caught up, you were acting unlike you. You push his hands out from under your dress, "What are you doing?" he asks.

"I have to go." you clear your throat, rushing out of the room and past lauren who was still stood there. You needed air, you felt like you couldn't breathe, the air in the house was too stuffy, you couldn't think clearly. You had to get out.

The cool outerbanks air hit your face as soon as you managed to get outside, your thoughts raced, your head spinning, you felt dizzy, sick to your stomach. Waves of nausea suddenly crashed over you, you hunched over, vomiting everything onto the grass, the acidic taste of bile fill your mouth. You felt disgusting.

"Y/n?" You heard your brother's voice, you felt over sitmulated in the momen. "Keluce, I'm sorry." You slurred, you swayed at the lack of balance you had, you felt your brother hold you up. "Are you high?". You felt so digusting, like the most terrible person on the planet. "I'm sorry." you hugged him, tears spilling out of your eyes. "Okay y/n, please tell me what's going on." You opened your eyes to see rafe standing by the door way, he smirked looking at you. You brust into a sob as you watched rafe cameron lick his two fingers that had perviously just been inside you, a sick, twisted smirk painted on his face as he watched you. He winked at you before going back inside the party house. "Take me home." You sniffled on your older brothers shoulder.

"Get some sleep, y/n." Keluce says as he tucks you. "Good night." you walked out, he shot you a warm, caring smile, and turned off the light, closin the door as he left. As soon as the complete lonesome darkness sit in, you began to cry, hot tears streamed down your face as you come to the hard realization.

You didn't feel digusting because it was rafe cameron, you felt disgusted because you liked it, further more, that you liked Rafe.

Chapter 2.

Rikki

[pro-mammonologist]

omg congrats for 500 followers 💗 can i pls request a nsfw drabble abt mammon and f!mc hooking up at RAD and trying (and failing) to stay quiet? 🤭

“Hey, you hear that?”

You slapped your hand over mammons mouth and the two of you froze.

“Hear what?” Another voice rung out.

Mammon looked at the shadows of footsteps through the light under the door of the private bathroom. You could feel your heart racing even more than it was while Mammon was lifting you up and down like you were weightless while your pussy clenched him like a glove. Mammon’s was as well, you could feel each others pulses considering how tightly you’re slammed together.

“Could’ve sworn I heard someone groan like they were in pain.”

You moved your hand and Mammon spoke. “Hey, you aren’t in pain, right?”

“Dummy, they’re talking about you! Plus wouldn’t you know by now?” You whispered back, squinting at Mammon and feigning anger, but failing.

“Yeah, you did silence me. Shoulda done it like this though.” Mammon planted his lips on yours, sucking at your bottom lip and biting.

“Mm!” You moaned into him, wriggling to feel that same friction you had earlier. Mammon hummed into your mouth, a cadence of a laugh vibrating through him.

You felt his hands reposition under the flesh of your ass, preparing to bounce you back on his cock. You had your legs wrapped around him while he stood upright with you almost against the wall. He moved his head for a second and went back to attacking your mouth, trying his hardest to quiet his groans through you. Mammon lifted you up and down with ease, his demonic strength always showing when it’s convenient for him. Or you for that matter.

Your hands ran through his hair before reaching underneath his clothes to touch his bare back. He felt phenomenal in the way his cock just bullied your g-spot over and over. You couldn’t bite back your moans so each time you had to stop to breathe, you buried your teeth in him, which, in turn, made Mammon’s groans that much louder. He struggled to hold them back, why should he since you feel so fucking good?

His brows were furrowing and his teeth were clenching while he squeezed his eyes shut, almost as if holding back his noises were painful. You bit down on his shirt after realizing biting him wasn’t going to help, but it’s not as though the thin fabric would either. You knew you both should stop, but you were so close and it was so good. Mammon was already in you and having that sense of danger only fed into his primal instinct. To fuck you and make you scream for him so everyone could hear. But also, why should they be blessed to hear your beautiful cries for him? You could say he was truly fighting demons, his demon for that matter.

You were so wet and wearing that cute little skirt with no panties today was dangerous, but to tease Mammon throughout the day was far to tempting. To take his hand and let him feel you was the highlight of the lunch hour. The way his face went red and he blabbered protests was almost too cute to watch. And then when he sat your panty-less self on his lap, to the chagrin of his brothers, and started to palm at your bare clit… you knew you had to cum right then. But in front of everybody, oh, Mammon would never let them see you so vulnerable and pleasure drunk no matter how hard you tried to hide it. So you found yourself in the nearest bathroom directly outside of the lunchroom getting dicked down like some little human desperate for some demon cock.

Mammon loves to see you begging and desperate for him, but he can’t handle it. Teasing him is always such a pain for him since he gets so wound up so fast. He might want to play your game, but he can’t handle it. He wants to abandon all control and pound into exactly how you want and need him to. Feeling your wet little pussy during lunch sent him, truly. Damn, if there weren’t so many people, he’d have you on the table ready to devour your dripping cunt. He’d spread your pretty legs and put them above your head, giving him all the access he can get. He’d shove his tongue so deep that’d you’d be convinced it was longer, then he’d suck your clit until you were pulling so hard on his hair that it might come out.

“Mammon I’m cumming!” Your hold body tightened around him, desperate for whatever leverage it could take, but to bear hug him while practically milking him with your squeezing pussy made the both of you cry out. You slammed your face into his shoulder, muffling whatever you could, but you couldn’t help but say his name over and over. Mammon was close, but he didn’t even consider where the hell he’d cum.

He pulled out last minute and ejaculated on your entire lower region. From ass, to pussy, to thighs. He came with a growl, not as loud as your name-calling, but the moans following afterward and the “oh fuck!” Was enough to seal your fates.

After cleaning your cum coated legs and wherever else his cum might’ve landed, the two of you prepared to face your doom. Mammon suggested the two of you wait until lunch ended, which you did.

However, you never know who might be on the other side. Or rather, where.

Mammon swung open the door with gusto just to find Lucifer staggering back on the other side.

“Mammon…” Oh hell.

[3v3rl4stingbr4in]

I have plans that I cannot share because the haters will sabotage me..................

[dino-boyo-agere]

Okay,

more about my CG Argyle (Stranger Things) + little Elliot (Mr. Robot) head canon, because I am obsessed..

(tagging @froggy-clubhouse again, because he gets me)

At first, their like super awkward, Elliot doesn't trust Argyle, because he doesn't know him all that well. And Argyle, just knowing glimpses of his past, is overly cautious as to not scare Elliot away. This results in Argyle often stammering/ blabbering incoherent sentences and Elliot just looking at him like: "What the hecc is his problem? What does he want? Why is he so weird? Is he hiding something?"

But!!! After just a few weeks of hanging out (Argyle got notified by Eddie, whenever Elliot hung out with them and would find an excuse to 'stop by') they basically became inseparable!

Elliot feels safe with his CG and not only enjoys cuddling with him, he even initiates physical contact. Argyle is so proud, every time he noticed his Kiddo coming out of his shell a little more and he adores his dude so much. Seriously, he would die for this kid.. It's just heart eyes whenever he looks at him, so, SO much love and affection! <3

Elliot generally seems happier and way less stressed, no matter if he's regressed or not. (especially when Argyle is around)

Argyle, aswell as Eddie and Steve, also teach Elliot that stimming is completely normal and nothing weird to be ashamed of... He's trying to unmask, bit by bit, he is getting there, it just takes time. They are still so proud of him!

Also, this is little Elliot, every time he sees his best friend and play pal Stevie... No, really.. Every. Single. Time. No matter if one of them just had to go potty real quick, when they reunite it's always exactly this overly excited energy... He's the cutest!

Little bonus:

Halloween!

Stevie didn't show up on time (he was 3 min late because Eddie couldn't figure out the buttons on his darn pumpkin costume) Elliot already prepared himself to be stood up and disappointed but tried to play it cool Infront of Argyle. The ladder obviously saw right through his little muffin and assured him that they would come as planned, while already typing an angry message to Eddie for worrying his baby. However, he deleted the message, because the doorbell rung, before he was even able to send it.

So all was good in the end!

(I actually might try drawing little Pumpkin Stevie and Vampire Elliot, because this mental image is just so heccing cute.. I can't-)

[monmuses]

💢 for harriet

Send 💢to see my muse at their angriest

"You're nothing but a disgrace to this family. Your brother was better at this than you. You're an adult and here you are... disrespecting me.. and your mother."

Those were the words uttered from her step-father in his bed, held up in the retirement home her mother put him in. Years after she left for college, he suffered from a number of health conditions due to stress and found himself put in a home. He had to retire and all of his money was under Harriet's name now, having his name under "her" care in the meantime. However, in recent years, she soon realized he wasn't her real father. He wasn't here to be a father figure at all. Her true father was dead because of him. Dead because of selfish choices that were paying him back in stress debt.

Her mother gave Harriet the idea of visiting him once more after so many years. The young doctor focused on her own work as a psychologist and becoming the world's famous doctor in helping those who desired it. Dante, her father, would have loved the work she did now.

But William despised it. He despised the family he was now conjoined with, and wished for death upon everyone. The abuse and pain he put Harriet and her mother through was unbearable and the source of Elizabeth's strengths for so many years.

At first, Harriet was against it, and so was Elizabeth in the back of her mind, but her mother urged it for one time. It couldn't hurt, of course. With the train to take and a bus ride to the retirement home, Harriet found herself tightening her hands around her bag, feeling the anger boiling once William's scratching voice rung in their ears. Oh, she hated his voice. And the words he had to say when she shared her experiences and the work she had done meant nothing to him.

"You would have been better off as roadkill for all I damn care," he blabbered, throwing his blankets and pillows across the room. "That's all you are! Roadkill!"

Immediately, Harriet asked to be excused from the room and left her step-father and mother to their conversation. The tears in her eyes were burning as she rested against the wall, but she could feel her chest aching with a pounding headache and nausea. Elizabeth wanted out. The anger she felt within his presence was affecting her, gritting her teeth as fingers presssed against the ridge of her nose, alleviating her breathing to focus on the pain.

The pain... the god-awful pain... She couldn't lose it. She was already feeling the teeth protruding from her lips as her nails cracked softly. She hated this, and she did not want to lose it. Not now. Slowly, but surely, the cracks and growths receded to normal, but the anger in her burned. Her face was hot and she sat down, hands holding her cheeks with a soft sob.

All she wished for was death on this man. She prayed for Death to be as awful as it could be when his time came.

[starry-slithers]

(hope you don’t mind me continuing your oneshot @ravenwind-75. I just can’t draw so I’ll write instead.)

“Guys, leave poor Johanna alone, she can’t control what she says while she sleeps.” Chided Cariad while attempting to braid Avania’s short pink hair.

“We’re only teasing.” They said in unison.

“It’ll haunt you in the morning when you’re all exhausted and Jo’s the only one who can function because at least she slept.” She said, walking over to where Johanna slept and patting her on the head, stroking her hair lightly.

Violette was reading, at least trying to sleep, while the others were chatting like school girls. Once Cariad was finished soothing Johanna’s yelling at sebastian, she sat beside the ginger haired girl and rested her chin on her shoulder.

“Whatcha reading?”

“Pride and Prejudice. It’s a muggle book and it’s fascinating.”

“Really? What’s it about?” She asked.

“Well, there’s this boy, Bingley and he’s this really rich bloke. And there’s a girl called Elizabeth who….” She was interrupted when Inger squealed and the sound of a cup shattering rung through the room. She’d dropped her hot chocolate. Avania got to her feet to gently help Inger, making sure she wasn’t burnt or anything before using ‘Scurgio’ on her ruined night clothes. Cariad and Calypso rushed to clean the mess.

“I’m so sorry guys I didn’t mean-.” She blabbered apologies but they all honestly expected something to inevitably break because of all the bags and sleeping bags strewn about. “Hey, it’s ok.” Said Lyssa gently. They heard a noise of approval coming from the mess of feathers in the makeshift bed they’d given the chicken.

Evelyn set down her quill for a moment and looked around. God, why was she friends with all these lunatics? Once Avania was done being a father figure, she sat down next to Eloise. At least she wasn’t causing havoc. Avania felt like she should put a kiddy leash on everyone except Cariad and Eloise- because even if they weren’t troublemakers, they were always getting wrapped up in dangerous quests.

PT2 coz johanna needs waking up.

“Jo? Johanna…” Cariad coaxed gently, knowing her friend would want to read with them.

“Cariad just leave it she needs her beauty sleep.” Sighed Eloise, who had been previously rambling to Violette about pride and prejudice and some bloke called ‘Mr Darcy’’s character arc.

“But-.” Cariad started, before being cut off by Inger

“You’re being too gentle. Maybe we could spell her? Or I could slip a Fizzibg Whizbee into her mouth to startle her awake?”

“No!” All the girls said in unison. Inger held her hands up in surrender.

Avania sighed, shifting Calypso’s head off her lap and Lyssa’s head on her shoulder. She got up and made a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and held it under Johanna’s nose to coax her awake with the sweet smell. She got a bit of the cream on the top of her nose. Evelyn giggled, scooping some onto her finger and dotting it on Johanna’s cheeks before taking a dollop for herself. “Joooo…” Avania coaxed, gently tilting her head so the warm hot chocolate slid past her lips.

“Wakey Wakey sleeping beauty.” She said gently. Avania was practically a mum. Johanna started to stir, a bit disoriented at first before sitting up and yawning. “What did I miss?” She said, with whipped cream whiskers.

~ Calypso belongs to @dwightschrute11

~ Inger belongs to @ethniee

~ Lyssa belongs to @silvyadrakkon

~ Raine and Evelyn belong to @madebythe0cean

~ Eloise belongs to @myokk

~ Violette belongs to @syaolaurant

~ Johanna belongs to @ravenwind-75

and Cariad and Avania belong to me, @starryslytherin0

Attention all Hogwarts Legacy MCs!

I am starting an MC Sleepover! Everyone is welcome!

To participate just Reblog with an image, drawing, or even a sleepover story with your MC to THIS post

Sharing and “nominating” others is definitely encouraged! I would like as many peeps at this sleep over as possible!💜💙

I look forward to seeing everyone’s MCs in there pjs! 🌙✨

[maladaptivedaydreamers]

Dressed to Perfect (0)

Summary: Mitsuki Bakugo and Masaru Bakugo are looking for an heir to their fashion company, and it’s your time to shine. Will you make it?

Warning/s: none. SFW.

Word Count: 928 words

Opening the curtains and taking in the air from her apartment is too far from the truth of what was actually happening. Papers were scattered and wet hair was dripping as Y/N stood in front of her bed, choosing between her sketches to put in her final portfolio. She slipped in her chosen ones in the plastic sleeves and rushed to get ready.

“You’re a fucking mess, Y/N.”

Maybe she was crazy, but talking to herself soothed her. It didn’t take long before she dashed out the door in order to reach the job interview on time. From the bus stop, to the train station, to walking 2 streets down to the big company building she was heading for.

“MM FASHION”

The original owners didn’t announce a reason onto why they were retiring and why they needed a heir, but they did. And Y/N wanted to be that heir. And so did 7 hundred other college students her age. Sure, she could be a hero like her parents would’ve wanted her to be, but what can a girl with a quirk that can make people sleep do? More or less you could be bullied into being called a villain or an evil person who’ll take advantage of people or a cheater that uses her quirk for her own- Ah, she arrived. The building was warm, opposite the cool winter air outside. A sign directed her to the waiting room, where a line of people were waiting like her, she sat down and took a few deep breaths.

“Damn.”

That was the only thing she could say about that place, it could describe how much tension there was in the air, how much people there were, how scary everyone else was, or just how expensive the place looked like. It should’ve felt like hours, but when you’re nervous about something, the sooner it will come. So it didn’t take long for her to be right next to the door, her turn being next. Dusting her pants, wiping her forehead, cracking her knuckles, checking her breath, what else is there to fix except the heart that was drilling through her chest?

“Y/N L/N.” the PA called out, time to shine.

Back sweating but straight, hands shaking but neatly tucked in front of her, she tried to keep your composure as the two owners, Masaru and Mitsuki were scanning through your portfolio. Was their smile a good thing? Why are they glancing at each other? Was that smirk positive?

“Y/N?” A sweet voice rung out the female owner with a grin.

“Yes, ma’am?” she replied with a faint smile.

“Where’d you get your ideas? Just wondering.” Mitsuki passed the folder to her husband before staring the innocent girl down.

Deep breaths, “Well, it would depend. Sometimes it would come out of nowhere or sometimes something would motivate me to just draw.” She spoke, unsure if the answer was good or not.

“Well, I don’t like your designs.” she pointed out, crossing her fingers with one another and sighing.

“Oh.” Great. She failed.

“Would you mind explaining a few of your designs? Like…this one.” Her husband handed her a piece of paper from her book.

“I did just say it come from nowhere, right? They don’t have stories, they just look good.”

It was plain, mostly. Just a blue tuxedo with gold accents and lace, chiffon. Basic. Well, except for the corset that decorates the center of it along with the short cape and the chains and the-

“This one was made after I watched a TV series about the medieval times, I drew it because I didn’t like the ones I saw. I wondered why there wasn’t lace and corsets in the guy’s costumes, maybe it was because it was visualized as feminine? So I decided to incorporate it, and I must say it turned out well in my book.”

Blabbering. How pathetic.

“I see. And this one?” Mitsuki randomly slipped her fingers into one of the plastic slots and pulled out another paper.

“A dress based on my friend’s hero costume from when we were younger. I always thought the design and color she chose were gorgeous.”

“Uh huh. Alright, anything you wanna say?” Mitsuki took back the papers before tossing them on the tables. She turned to her husband and raised a brow.

“Good work, keep it up.” he smiled. They exchanged handshakes, and she left. As soon as she was out of sight from the rest of her opponents in the lobby, she stretched out wide, hearing her bones crackle. She bent down to touch her toes, she twisted her torso, she swung her arms up-

“Ow!” a deep voice yelled, quickly grabbing the wrist that she slapped him with.

She turned around and her eyes widened, Katsuki Bakugo. No.2 Hero and best friend of the No.1 Hero. Not to mention the son of Masaru and Mitsuki Bakugo? Oh no.

“Watch it.” he spat.

“Got it.” the girl replied, pulling her hand back and backing up a few steps away from this man. He just rolled his eyes and walked away. You took a deep breath and smiled sarcastically to yourself before stepping out of the company.

“This email is to inform you that you were chosen as one of the top 10 finalists for the position as “Heir”. Please come on the directed time below with your most commendable pieces. Thank you.”

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

Can u pleas do a isaac lahey fluff where he and the reader were dating for a while but broke up and he started that thing with Allison but isaac looses control and she is the one who can calm him down cause she is his anchor

pairing: isaac lahey x fem!reader

fluff ✨

word count: 629

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requests are open🖤

request guidelines✨

🌻masterlist🌻 (includes both smut masterlists)

Allison called you in a panic, rambles of "I don't know what to do" and "he needs you," blabbered from her mouth. You reassure that you'll be there as soon as you could.

The second you arrived at Allison's, you saw Isaac pacing her bedroom. You remembered how often he did that when he was stressed, a fanfic notion to try and calm down, but would end up stressing him out more.

"Isaac?" you call out. The softness of your voice causes his heart to skip a beat. You are here. He is safe.

"what's going on?" You ask, taking hold of his hand to sit him down on the bed. "talk to me."

Talking is one way you've learned to calm him down. Generally, the act of talking can be used as a method to collect his thoughts, a mere distraction, if you will. Your hand rubs up and down his back. Peering down at his hands, you notice his claws digging into the flesh of his palm. Yet another thing he tried to do, even more so that you were broken up. He couldn't call you with every full moon there was.

"I don't know how to control it; the moon's rising, and I can-" he cuts himself off with a groan of pain. "I can feel myself wanting to hurt someone."

A frown pulls on your lips. You understood what he felt, having gone through this a few times with Scott and even when you and Isaac were dating.

Allison watches from her doorframe, a hand over her chest as she fiddles with her neckless nervously. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy from deep within her gut, but she also knows you're his anchor, and she needed him to calm down.

"you're doing so well, you know," you nudge him, a soft smile playing on your lips. That statement has always rung true. You knew how hard it is when the full moon rises - the shifting, the urge to kill.

Isaac stifles out a small laugh, his hands relaxing at your touch as you place your hand on top of his. He leans into your touch, silently wishing he could stay here all night with you. He misses you that he couldn't deny.

"tell me what you did today," you coax, voice so soothing, it sends a shiver down his spine as he feels his muscles relaxing even more. Isaac started telling you about his day, having gone out to lunch with Allison and buying a copy of a book he's been waiting ages for. You laugh at that, remembering how much he obsessed about the first book in the series.

"have you started reading it yet?" you ask, thumb unconsciously caressing over the top of his hand.

"no, I was going to wait until after class tomorrow to start. I wanna be able to have a few hours to spend enjoying it," he chuckles. When you glance at his hands, you notice his normal fingernails appeared on his fingers instead of his wolf claws.

"What happened in the last book? It's been so long, I've forgotten." You have always been good with words - good at keeping the conversation flowing enough to keep him fully distracted. Isaac rambles on about the book series, his eyes wide with passion. You miss that about him.

By the time he finished, the two of you had talked for many more hours.

Isaac glances at the door. It had been closed by Allison hours ago. She had retreated to the living room, sleeping soundly on the couch. By the time you both notice, the morning sun had risen, the full moon disappearing into the blue sky.

Time really does go by when you're with the right person.

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