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two sort of related teaching thoughts I’ve been having as we barrel towards the end of the school year:
1) an aspect of the job I feel I’m just growing into—well, not an aspect, really. More of a central tenet—is being able to see and remember that I teach KIDS. And that is so important to remember in all cases but especially with my high schoolers. They are so young and more than that so much has not happened to them yet. There is so much they don’t know. And the more I see it the more I can be compassionate and yet also removed? Distanced? Not under the illusion that I’m addressing people of equal maturity or experience to me—or even close—and so being at all times mindful of the incompleteness of pretty much everything about them and thus being gentle with them. And also at the same time remembering and rejoicing in their humanity and all their glorious funny raw potential. It’s amazingly hard to do, harder than I thought. But I do think I CAN do it. And it gets a little easier with age.
2) It is shocking how many teachers don’t see kids that way and are uninterested in trying. It’s almost an epidemic the way that teachers swing between appreciating kids as if they were other adults—gassing them up, frankly LYING about their depth or intelligence in ways that shock me on the daily (when people call a kid mature and act like that is a literal statement and don’t contextualize it, I have to laugh, literally none of them ARE mature, they’re all raw; also the smartest of them aren’t deep. They CAN’t be, they’re KIDS)—or on the other hand being disgusted with their immaturity as if, again, they’re dealing with adults. And expressing their scorn and disappointment as if some of that behavior isn’t par for the course. There’s a cruelty in either extreme; there’s a lack of common sense; there’s a rampant sentimentalism. And it makes me almost sick to my stomach sometimes.
#teaching tag#the real tea is that a lot of people who are teachers shouldn’t be#and I am aware of the arrogance attached to that statement#but there is a lot of real bullshit behavior going on and inappropriate behavior going on (I do not mean in any legal or moral way)#it’s just simply not appropriate treatment for the students#and it makes me so angry I could spit nails or scream#this is heightened by the Mood I am currently in#which is Heightened because of. well because of many things#but I FEEL this to the depths of my soul nonetheless#the problem is also that I simply never SEE the teachers who I am sure are doing their job correctly#because they’re too busy actually doing it#but yeah. I’m Tired and re-evaluating some friendships I’ve opened the door to this year#because it’s just so hard to be around all the time
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sweet virginal art catching the eye of vampire reader.
coming across virgins was so hard now a days, so when you stepped through the doors of this random frat party you were immediately hit with the sweet scent of pure untainted innocence. you had to find him.
locating art was very easy, the tall blonde was standing alone in the corner sipping a mix of vodka and fruit punch. “hi.” you can tell you startled him by how he jumped, nearly spilling his drink on himself. “h-hello.” he stuttered. cute. “what’s your name?” you smiled at him, eye contact never faltering on your part. art looked around before clearing his throat. “um, it’s art.” he said into his cup. “art.” you whispered to yourself, getting a feel for how his name felt. “that’s a really pretty name.” your long burgundy nails pushed some loose curls out of art’s eyes. “pretty name for a pretty boy.” his face blushed a bright red, all the blood rushing to his cheeks. it was making you hungry.
“can we go upstairs?” you said, kinda getting tired of art’s rambling about the possibility of at least 5 people at this party getting alcohol poisoning. “upstairs?” he questioned. you could hear his heartbeat pick up. you nodded looking at him. “yeah, it’s so much quieter up there. please, i don’t bite.” you pouted. art gulped. “o-ok.”
art followed behind you like a lost puppy and you pulled him through the crowd of people and up the stairs.
the second you were in the room you closed and locked the door walking towards art and pushing him onto the bed with an unhuman amount of force. “wow, you’re really strong.” you didn’t answer him, just moved to straddle him, placing your lips on his in a feverish kiss. “you’re so hot. smell so good, could just eat you up.” you said in between kisses. you practically eating art’s face, your experience lips and tongue working against his hesitant ones. you could feel art’s cock growing harder underneath you.
your trailed down his neck stopping at the silver cross that hung around his neck. “let’s take this off.” you whispered, yanking the necklace clean of his neck wincing a little as the silver burned your hand. “wait, that’s my-” art started to speak but got cut off by his own moan when the palm of your hand pushed on his boner. “shhh, don’t worry about that. let me take care of you, ok.” you whispered in his ear before placing a kiss behind it. art felt hypnotized by your words, immediately relaxing into your touch as you undid his jeans. “ok.” he sighed.
you continue to kiss at his neck, feeling his pulse against your lips before you pulled his cock out of his pants. art’s cock was an angry red and was already dripping precum. not wanting to tease him, you brought your hand up to your mouth spitting on it before wrapping your hand around him and jerking him off slowly.
art let out the whiniest of moans, his eyes closing and his head falling back. “does that feel good baby?” you asked. art nodded, opening his eyes to look at you. “y-yes.” you cooed at him, stroking your hand faster pressing your thumb into his slit. “oh my gosh.” art’s hands were gripping tight at your waist, moans and whimpers and the squelching sound coming from your hand moving filled the room. he was close, you could tell by how his hips kept bucking up and how loud he was getting. “you’re gonna cum aren’t you.” you said into his neck. “mhm, please can i? please.” he pleaded.
you pulled back to look at his flushed face. “of course you can.” you voice was sweet, and just before he came you opened your mouth. large fangs growing as you sank them into art’s neck, moaning at the the sweet taste the hit your tongue. art came hard the second your fangs bit into him, thick long ropes shooting out and painting his stomach and your hand as he let out a choked scream.
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Forced To Take Him (PART 2)
🫴Read Part 1 here
Warnings : stepcest, mentions of the word rape, manipulation, non con, dub con, spit play? Ig that's all idk
Note : IT'S NON CONSENSUAL, consider it dead dove do not eat. and if u chose to read even after all the warnings, I'm not responsible.
"f-fuck take it like a good girl, take it all baby shit-" his voice cuts off in a whine when he feels you gag around his length, your throat feels raw and abused and you aren't sure if you'll be able to talk once this is over. He's so rough with his animalistic thrusts in your mouth, his palms planted firmly at the back of your head, fucking into your throat like it's a cunt. A wet, messy cunt for the purpose of getting fucked.
His eyes are on yours, his lust filled expression making bile rise in your throat. But at the same time there's a tingling in between your legs, your body working against you
"fuck u like this, u like this don't you, u little sexy slut" he pants, smiling down at you sinisterly, his tongue comes out to lick on his plump lower lip, his brows furrow as he once again gets lost in the pleasure of your throat
There's saliva leaking out of your mouth, drool mixed with his precum, you can taste it . Taste how messy all this is gonna get.
"fuck u, fuck u for making me like this ughmmmm- drive me crazy, wanna fuck all the time oh yeahmmmhm" he moans loudly. Fear strikes your heart, acutely aware that your sister is just a little distance away, watching TV on the couch and a single kitchen counter is what hides your body from her vision. If she were to look over, she would only see sunghoon and not how he's busy using your throat mercilessly.
But sunghoon doesn't care. Ever since the first day he raped you, he had only gotten braver, more worry free and fearless.
He started fucking you more frequently. almost anywhere he felt like he would pull your shorts down and bury is cock in your snatch in a single thrust, pounding like an animal.
He would come into your room at nights, whispering filthy promises in your ear while his hips snapped into your womb with the intention to breed.
He had also stopped giving your sister the sleeping pills, and you could feel it in your heart that he wasn't scared of your sister catching u anymore. and your fear became reality when during one night of brutal fucking, his fingers dug into your jiggling fleshy thighs and he groaned into your ears the words which made your insides turn cold.
"wanna tie your sister up right beside ur bed and make her watch how I rape you baby- his teeth dug into ur cheeks as u sobbed - wanna make her see what real fucking looks like. THIS. This is what fucking is all about. Tight fucking pussy god fuck"
A sharp thrust inside your throat made you come back to the present, he held your head in place, going deeper and lodging his dick further inside your fluttering throat. Your nose meshed up against his pubic hairs, his groans getting louder
"fuck yeah" he laughed, at the height of his insanity, snapping his hips again, making u choke on this thick length, gagging sounds like music to his ears
"look so pretty like this, gonna fuck u right on this kitchen floor baby, gonna make u scream so your sister knows exactly how u drool around my dick in ur pussy like a filthy little -Fuckughhh- little slut"
Your finger nails dug in his thighs, your oxygen supply getting cut off due to his rough movements but u could feel that he was close, his taste getting stronger on your tongue
"fuck fuck fuck squeeze my balls, make me fucking cum , wanna cum so much, fuck-yeahh" he thrust rapidly at an animalistic pace, his head thrown back in pleasure as you played with his balls just like he asked for. You had learned how to obey, having seen how bad things could get when he was angry.
"swallow-holy fuck-take it all you fucking whore, take my seed" he groaned from above you, snapping his hips deep into your throat and holding your head against his pubes, cumming inside your mouth, his taste flooding up your senses. you swallowed instantly, afraid of disappointing him, squeezing his balls more to drain him of every last drop of his fuck cream, making him curse
He pulled his dick out of your drooling mouth with a pop. Before you could catch a breath he was dropping down on his knees and burying his tongue in your mouth.
one thing your sister's boyfriend loved more than fucking u was tongue fucking your mouth. you don't know what his obsession was with your tongue but he loved sucking on it while he made u suck on his own tongue. Just plain messy, open mouthed kisses, making out with your tongue for hours.
His wet muscle tangled with yours, licking into your mouth with vigor, wanting to catch any after taste of his cum that u just swallowed. His hands grabbed you by ur thighs and the next thing you know he was dragging them from under your body so that your sitting form fell down on the kitchen floor, your head hitting a little hard at the wood but sunghoon didn't care. He never cared if you got hurt.
He was instantly pulling back, tearing your panties apart, pocketing the shredded fabric to jerk off with later and he was burying his cock inside, breaching your entrance in one harsh penetrative thrust. A gasp escaped your throat while he groaned in pleasure and satisfaction. Finally being wrapped in your wet pussy folds.
Your pussy was sore from how rough he had taken u in the morning and he was so big, you felt an excruciating pain at your entrance, tears rolling down your eyes involuntarily. He started snapping his hips into yours without waiting for you to adjust, gasping in pleasure, folding your body in half, grinding your sexes together
"does it hurt? fucking tell me that it hurts-fuck"
It did. but u didn't want to give him the satisfaction of getting off to your pain. You knew he was a sick bastard who got off when u were hurting. Your tears turned him on.
"so so fucking wet, sucking my dick in your tight little fuck hole, I bet u want that fuck cream inside you so bad huh baby?" he spat upon feeling your nails dig into his neck, your pussy was so wet, your body's natural reaction making you cry more. Maybe it was your fault, maybe u did want this. Maybe he was right.
"Feels so good baby, cunt milking me so fucking good yeahmmugh jesus fuck"
his thrusts became rapid, carnal lust taking over his body, going deeper, harder. You closed your eyes to avoid seeing how much pleasure he was getting from using your body like this. The cold kitchen floor digging into your back, making you more aware of what was happening to you. You were crying and screaming in full force now, unable to hide how much pain he was putting you through, but also unable to hide how much pleasure he was giving you. Your hips were chasing his own, your lower region getting hotter and hotter, you could feel your high approaching. Please God no, no, you can't cum on this monster's cock.
He laughed when he felt your pussy clench around his dick
"fuck yeah u want this, u wanna fuck with me, u wanna breed with me, come on, let's cum together yeah? let's fuck some more" He panted, his eyes shining in a sick want, you tried to look away but his hand held your face in place, fingers digging into ur cheeks, his gaze fucking into your soul, his pleasure filled expression making the knot in your belly snap, your eyes rolling back at the same time his eyes rolled back, your cum mixing with his pearly white seed flooding inside your womb, profanities and "fuck yeah" s falling from his mouth, his teeth digging into your cheek, hips fucking into u relentlessly, intensifying the squelching sounds your grinding sexses were making.
You tried pushing him away, his thrusts now making your insides hurt but he didn't stop, panting like an animal, wrapping your legs around his waist while he resumed his thrusts, his dick still hard inside of you. Hot and hard and so cruel.
His fingers dug into your waist, his tongue coming out to lick your neck, upto your chin to your nose, sliding sideways to dip inside your ear making you whine in overstimulation.
"t-too much" u gasped out, your nails scratching his back in hopes that he would slow down, the pain mixed with pleasure starting to get to your head.
"yeah? good, gonna fuck a baby into u baby, gonna fuck ur warm little cunt till u start bleeding" he whispered, intruding your mouth with his tongue, his hips getting harsher, his dick head hitting your cervix head on, even going past it at some point with how much it hurt.
You were starting to lose your vision, so lost in the overwhelming feelings to take note of how eerily quiet the house had become. How the skin slapping sounds and your groans and moans were all that could be heard now. You could not hear the TV anymore.
Your head lolled to the side and your eyes met your sister's. Relief washed over you. She was here to save u, she was finally gonna save you, u were gonna be free, you were-
"she isn't gonna stop me sweetheart, she's gonna watch us fuck like the pervert that she is, she's gonna watch me rape your tight little cunt" sunghoon whispered in your ear and something ugly reared it's head inside your chest. You were begging with your eyes. He was wrong, wasn't he? But why was she not stopping him? Why wasn't she saying something??
your eyes travelled down and a cold shiver ran down your spine.
Your sister's hand was buried inside her shorts while she watched how sunghoon fucked u. He was panting and groaning like a wounded animal, his spit flying everywhere as his thrusts became sloppier, your heart felt numb and so did your mind. You could not comprehend the scene that was playing out in front of you. your sister's excited eyes were fixated on your and sunghoon's grinding bodies, how u writhed under him, how he was shaking in pleasure. Her hand's movements inside her shorts getting faster in tune with sunghoon's thrusts
That look. You knew that look. You had seen that look countless times throughout your childhood but u were a naive little girl who didn't know any better.
You were 13 when your mom had married lana's dad. It had been a happy marriage, never once did u feel unaccepted or unwanted by your step sister, she always kept u close to her, always took u with her when she went to play, always shared her toys with you.
But there were more things she liked to share with u. like kisses.
You were innocent, never understanding the meaning behind her lingering touches and kisses. You both were just kids after all. And even though it felt uncomfortable at times, you didn't want to ruin ur relationship with your new sister. You wanted to be good. And siblings kissed all the time didn't they? it was just a way to express affection to each other
But as time went by, her affection towards u became unhinged. She was overprotective over u in an almost obsessive way.
U didn't notice it at that time, u never did. U never noticed how she would insist on sharing clothes and baths and how excited she would become when u let her borrow your lip balm. or how angry she became the first time u mentioned a crush.
How one day u came home crying to her because everyone in school was talking about how ur mother was a whore and u also carried some STDs, unaware of the fact that lana was the one who started those rumors, an effort to keep u isolated and dependent on her.
at your 17th birthday, your sister bought u a dress matching with hers and even tho u insisted that u didn't want to change in front of her, she made u eventually
"We're both girls y/n, I change in front of you all the time, why can't u?"
and so u did. Missing the way your sister's breath became heavy with each article of clothing that u took off.
At first she used to watch, just watch. until you both were well into adulthood. Turning 19, she eventually started touching.
"You're so beautiful y/n" she whispered while caressing your naked waist. You smiled awkwardly, putting ur top on instantly, feeling uneasy at the look lana was giving you. But u brushed it off, u shouldn't have.
u brushed off a lot of things, like when your sister took u to clubbing one night and as the crowd increased on the dance floor, you could feel her body press closer to yours, her hips subtly rubbing against u.
or how when u leaned closer to whisper in her ear that you were getting out to get some fresh air, your sister buried her nose into your hairs, inhaling your scent unbeknownst to ur naive self.
You had been your sister's deepest obsession ever since you walked into her life years ago. But u were too blind to see that.
"so close gonna cum so much for u, gonna fucking breed u full holy shit, you're gonna make me cum so hard baby " sunghoon's groans reached a fever pitch, the squelching sounds of your groins meeting filling up the kitchen, you couldn't take your eyes off of lana or how her eyes rolled back in pleasure when sunghoon moaned his impending orgasm
"yeah yeah fuck yeah feels so good, god fucking godughh " He panted, flooding your womb with his cum, your second orgasm washing over u as u watched your step sister bite her lower lip and cum all over her fingers. Sunghoon's cock helping u ride urs and his high, pleasurable sighs filling the space
your senses were overwhelmed, your eyes shutting on their own, feeling guilty with how much you came but at the same time, a sick pleasure ignited inside of you.
You felt a soft caress against your cheek and without opening your eyes you could tell that it was lana. you leaned into her touch, a deep yearning flooding your chest. sobs escaping your trembling lips as she cooed and kissed your tears away
"Shh baby I'm here, I love you, I love you so much y/n" she whispered and ur sobs got louder. You could hear sunghoon's laughter in the background, his body had left yours at some point.
"she's pretty when she cries isn't she? kiss her baby, wanna see u making out with the little slut" he spoke from somewhere.
You refused to open your eyes, not wanting to face your sister's want and the glaring reality that it was her all along.
It wasn't sunghoon who wanted u, it was her.
She wanted to break u through sunghoon and now she had. You didn't think u could leave even if you wanted to.
A tongue slithered inside your mouth and ur sister groaned upon tasting you. Tangling your tongues together, you felt her hand groping your chest, moaning into ur mouth at feeling your body
"u're mine, u have always been mine" you heard her whisper before u sinked into unconsciousness. your body shutting down and mind choosing to disassociate from the glaring reality.
you always knew your step sister loved u in a way that was different from how your friends' sisters loved them. you always knew that lana loved you too much.
loved u so much that it was lethal
#part 2 finally???#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen hard headcanons#enhypen smut#enhypen#enha#park sunghoon#sunghoon smut
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Kinktober Day 23: Bad Decisions [König X F!Reader]
Warnings: Rough/hate sex, degradation, barest mention of breeding, spanking MINORS DNI
AN: two in one day bc I was slacking </3 Also if his name is missing that O that's between me and the gods
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His large hand pushes you down further into the bed as his other grips wantonly at your hips. His nails would be digging into your hips if it wasn't for the fact he was wearing gloves. His hips and roughly smacking into you from behind, broad chest sweating over your back.
"I fucking hate you," he seethes as the cloth that covers his face brushes over your shoulder.
Despite you loathing every part of him, you wished you could feel his breath on your ear. You growl in response and feel yourself pushing your ass into his thighs so has better access to you, trying to deny how good he makes you feel. "Shut the fuck up, asshole," you manage to breathe out before biting the sheets.
Your heart pounds in your chest. He's pressed deliciously against you, hips swinging at an unforgiving pace, and his grip is strong enough to bruise you. It's not like he cares what happens to you, right now, you're just a hole to satisfy his pleasure, a plaything - that's what sleeping with the enemy actually is to him.
And you? You supposed you're using him for the exact same reason. He's just a dildo that can, unfortunately, talk. You try to fight against him as his muscles flex and he keeps you pinned underneath him. "Fuck you, fuck-f-fuck you," you continue to hiss out.
His hips slam into yours, harder and harder. He can feel your tight cunt squeeze around him and gush like you actually love him. Your body is practically begging him to spill deep inside of you, maybe get you pregnant just to have further control of you. "That's not what your pussy is saying, slut," he spits while his large hand slaps your ass, leaving warm marks on your flesh.
"You're practically begging me to fill your tight cunt. So fucking wet over me fucking you, huh?" He taunts you more. His hand imprints another large slap, more warmth blossoms over you, and he revels in your gasps of pain. "Shut the fuck up and let me cum inside of you." His voice doesn't sound near as 'put together' as it usually does, if you could even call him put together. He's lustful, angry, and lustful. His voice is raspy and deep, nearly insane as his thick cock strokes deeper inside of you. He groans lowly as the tip presses your cervix.
"See how deep your cunt lets me go?" He rambles. "You want this. You wanted me to fuck you into the ground because you're needy and desperate," he laughs, "just a cumslut looking for her fix."
You feel fire in your eyes as you screech and bounce your hips backwards. Obscenities fall from your lips, and your nails claw at his flesh when you feel him round your warm body to grasp at your beasts. He squeezes slightly, nails sliding over your nipples before he squeeze and pinches. "Fucking watch it!" You cry out as his large hands continue to roughly play with your chest.
He scoffs at your suggestion and pinches harder, leather sliding over your hardened nipples. "Make me," he sneers.
"Fuck you-!" You scream when you feel one of his hands roughly grip your inner thigh to pull you back onto his hips. He's not thrusting as quickly, but it's enough to steal your breath away every time he pounds into you.
"Watch your mouth," he pants, his cloth covered forehead resting on the base of your neck as he uses you for his pleasure. "Watch it or I'll fill it with something else."
#minors dni#konig x reader#konig x you#konig x y/n#female reader#cod x reader#cod x you#cod x y/n#kinktober#smut
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unholy; gojo satoru
art credits : tw @/_3aem
smut drabble | pet names, cum play, raw sex | words : 750 (approx.)
synopsis : you couldn't wait anymore, so you did what any maiden would— touch yourself... you shouldn't have.
"fuuck pretty girl, just like that, eh?" his words were murmured whispers against your skin, his breath tantalizing as his lips trailed across your neck, to your collarbone, to your shoulder, his hand pushing your body in the mattress, your cunt fluttering around his dick as his fingers played with your folds, his movements slow— steady and eerily fulfilling.
his thumb smeared the pearly white liquid across your lips, not forgetting the favour you had done for him as he grunted, snapping his hips upwards, making you moan, hitting the perfect gooey spot, your toes curling— gasping for air—
"filthy princess, couldn't wait f'yer boyfriend, hmm? trying to please yourself with those pretty little dainty fingers—"
snap
"could ya even feel it? could this—" he smacks his lips, spit trickling down your clitoris as he chuckled, his voice deeper, "— could this selfish pretty cunt be satisfied with it? you thought? hmm?"
snap
"what a brat, have i spoiled you too much?" he whispers, his movements slowing down again, making you whine, making you feel his length— inch by inch as he pulled his dick from your gripping walls, his hand tugged around your hair as he pushed in back with ravageous speed, his hips buckling into you like a savage.
"just look at y'er cunt, it's gripping me like it doesn't wanta let me go," he slurred, "such a selfish little thing. and you thought you could satisfy it?" he groaned softly, his hand cupping almost half of your face, as his thumb angled itself below your chin, pushing your jaw up to reveal your gulping neck.
"thought you could please yourself and I wouldn't find out?"
you moaned, tears pricking your eyes as you grappled at his shoulders, your nails burning soft crescents on his immaculate skin— breaking it, marking it.
he leaned down to bite on your neck— bruising a hickey on your soft skin— marking his territory, his pace unrelenting, his thirst unquenched as he involuntarily moaned against your skin, your body bestowing him with pleasure he swears he can't replicate anywhere, with anyone.
he gripped one of your thighs, pushing it up to your chest so that he could see the way your pussy clenched around him greedily, white trickles of cum spilling from your folds as he parted the skin, his gaze darkening as he inspects your pussy, about how deep his cum has been pushed in.
"'ts too much—" you gasped, hazy from the sex— hazy from how many times he had made you cum and cummed into you— the last you counted was five.
"oh really? it's too much now?" satoru laughed, "apparently not too much if yer pretty head thought your fingers could replace me."
"d-didn't mean to 'toru— hic—"
"surely you didn't," his fingers tapped your mound, "but gotta teach your pretty pussy a lesson about who she belongs to hmm?" he said, pulling out as he slammed into you again, making sure to morph your womb into the shape of his dick, filling you up with his cum so that it stays in for days, make you so filthy— so ruined that your sweet pussy can't recognise no one else.
you gasped as you felt him push both your thighs up, your shoulders digging into the mattress now that satoru's hand wasn't supporting you, he pulled out, his angry tip brushing against your glistening folds, smearing the pre-cum while he angled himself to reach deeper into you— one, two, three— pushing in— making you scream as you desperately held onto his forearms, his praises, his degradation, his mutterings lost over you as your eyes rolled back.
"ngh— please please please- don't- don't stop," you found yourself chanting, vaguely hearing satoru's deep- husky and mocking laughs.
your eyes tearing up as you came again— gasping for air— trying to breathe as you felt his fingers gently card a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his touch gentle, caressing your face as you tried to steady yourself— it should be enough now— but all you heard was his mocking laugh,
"aww baby, don't get all tired up on me now, the night's just getting started."
#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jujutsu kaisen smut#satoru gojo#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x reader#satoru gojo smut#satoru gojo x reader#jjk smut#jjk gojo#jjk gojo satoru#anime#anime smut
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clean up
the house was a mess and if there was one thing you hated to come home, to it was a damn mess. “billy! bring your ass down here now!” you yelled, anger bubbling in your stomach as you looked at the loud tv and open chip bags all over the living room. “hold on baby, m’busy!” your boyfriend yelled from your room. your hand tightened around the doorknob, slamming the door shut as you waited for your man to descend the stairs. “cmon princess what’d i say about slamming doors in here?” billy said as he made his way to you.
“and what did i say about leaving this house looking like this?” you spit, your hands waving around the house for him to look at the mess everywhere. billy looked down at you, a sorry expression on his face as he leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. “my bad” was all he said. your anger only increased at his lack of remorse. you quickly shoved passed him, snatching the chip bags off the table and floor before stomping your way to the garbage. “sick of living like this” you mumbled, thinking he didn’t hear you, but he did.
“whatdya mean baby, s’just a little mess” you quickly made your way back to him, poking at his chest as you raised your voice in his face. “like THIS! cleaning after your crazy, bum ass! i let you hide out over here b’cause i loved you and didn’t want you t’get locked up and this is what i get billy? furreal bro?” your words went in one ear and out the other as your no good boyfriend just answered what he wanted to answer. “loved? whatdya mean ‘loved’? you don’t love me no more? and who’s your ‘bro’ cause when i’m balls deep inside of you all i hear is ‘daddy’ and ‘papa’. lower your voice when y’talk t’me and stop slamming the damn door!” he yelled back.
your body moved before your mind, letting your hand fly before it connected with his cheek. instant regret filled your system, an apology on your tongue as you watched billy’s face go from an angry snarl to a scary smirk. “i-i didn’t mean t’do that…m’sor-” your sentence was cut off by billy’s long finger in your face. “i don’t wanna hear it….go upstairs and take those clothes off f’me”
within minutes you were face down into the sheets, billy’s long dick hitting so deep inside of you that you’ve had to have broken about three nails from how tight you were gripping the sheets. “what’s my name baby?” he groaned, his hands flat on your back as he pushed your arch into the sheets. you whined into the fabric, walls clenching tight around him as you tried to hold your release like he previously said. billy rolled his eyes at your lack of reply, giving you a particularly deep thrust to your cervix to get you to obey. “you fuckin heard me princess m’not gonna ask you again”
a loud whine dropped from your lips into the sheets, your spit and tears already soaking the material as you lifted your head to speak. “d-daddy” you moaned, making a smirk appear on billy’s face as he removed a hand from your back. he moved it to your hair, yanking your head back as far as you could go before leaning down to your ear to speak. “nuh uh uh, s’not what you said downstairs pretty girl. thought i was crazy and a bum, what happened to that?” his words went straight to your pussy, your release becoming the hardest thing in the world to keep away as you felt his dick travel deeper and deeper inside of you. “i was j-jus talkin papa…d-didn’t mean itttt fuck i can’t hold it!”
your screams told billy you were going to cum, making him slow his thrusts almost to a stop as he brought his hand from your hair to your neck, squeezing tightly as he listened to your choked sobs. “you’re always ‘jus talkin’ and it always gets you endin up like this.” he thrusted into you deeply with his last word, enjoying the raspy scream you let out as he began to grind his hips into you. “y’want daddy t’leave, s’that what you want?” an instant “nooo” flew from your lips, as well as many apologies as billy chuckled behind you. “m’jus playin honey. papa would never leave his princess all alone s’long as she fixes her attitude. can you do that f’me?”
he loosened his grip on your neck so you can speak clearly, his pace picking back up as he watched your body move up the bed from his hard thrusts. “i-i can do that papa….gonna fix my attitude f’you” a soft smile made its way to billy’s lips at your reply, his release approaching him as he quickly let go of your neck and sat up behind you. “good girl, go ahead and cum f’me kay?”
billy was able to fuck three more orgasms out of before you were passed out on the sheets, your light snores bringing a warm feeling to his heart as he threw on some sweatpants. he quietly tucked you into bed before leaving the room, making his way back downstairs to clean the rest of his mess from today.
#billy loomis x black reader#billy loomis x black!reader#billy loomis x black y/n#billy loomis smut#billy x black reader#billy x black!reader#billy x black y/n#billy smut#ghostface x black reader#ghostface x black!reader#ghostface x black y/n#ghostface smut
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"It looks like you two could use a little heart to heart!" The villain chirps, and the world goes black.
When Katsuki wakes up, it's to his own face hovering worriedly over him, which is-
"Kacchan?"
Which is what the fuck, that's what.
"Deku," he growls, or tries to. It comes out as more of a squeak, which would be embarrassing if it were actually his voice, but it's not, so instead it's just fucking. Annoying.
Bloody hell, no wonder all those people were screaming. Katsuki hates this already.
"Kacchan?" Katsuki hears his voice say again, tentatively.
"Who the fuck else?" Izuku's voice has never sounded so flat, and Katsuki doesn't like that either. Makes him sound like a fucking robot.
"How the hell are we going to switch back?"
The villain's long fucking gone, obviously, so it's not like they could politely convince them to undo whatever they'd done.
Maybe Katsuki should have read that stupid report, even if it was ten pages long. He'd decided that the nerd had it covered, the muttering had had a familiar cadence and maybe this is a sign that he should stop tuning Deku out in the briefing room.
Speaking of tuning him out...
Katsuki zeroes back in just as Izuku starts opening and shutting Katsuki's mouth like a fucking fish.
"Spit it out." Katsuki's voice, fuck it, does not growl.
"Um, well..." The nerd stops, and gives himself a little nod. "Right! So the report said that their quirk is called Heart to heart-"
"Stupid-ass name."
"-And that it swaps the bodies of two people at a time and that it's verbally activated (which is probably why it took so long for them to try and use it, they don't seem used to running?) and the people being swapped have to be within five metres of each other and be, um, arguing for whatever reason (like we were, a little bit, um, sorry for knocking into you?) and-"
"And how the fuck do we undo it?"
The nerd goes all shifty again. His eyes dart about nervously and if it wasn't for the risk of breaking his own nose then Katsuki would hit him.
Actually, can he use One for All? It's like, locked or some shit isn't it? Izuku had said something about ghosts that one time Katsuki found him buzzing in the kitchen. At fucking three am.
Fuck his life. And fuck the nerd, who still won't spit it out already.
"Actually," the nerd says slowly, standing up and leaning back.
Katsuki scrambles to his own feet and is profoundly irritated to have to look up to meet the nerd's eyes.
"Actually," he repeats in a warning tone.
"Actually!" Izuku says, way too brightly, "I don't want to have this conversation!"
And then he blasts a hole in the wall with the ease of someone who's been creeping on Katsuki using his quirk for their entire lives.
The way he promptly flees through the hole, however, is nothing like Katsuki. Slippery little-
"Get back here!" Katsuki screeches.
Fuck, Izuku's voice goes high. That sounded awful. Nails on a chalkboard ass motherfucker, when Katsuki gets his hands on him-
Which will be easier said than done, he realises, when he attempts to activate his quirk and nothing happens.
"Are you fucking shitting me." He glares at Izuku's hands.
It doesn't even make him feel better, and also makes his face feel weird. Izuku can cut a bitch with the best of them, if you hit the right buttons, but his face does not naturally lend itself to the many nuances of fury that Katsuki's does.
He probably looks a hamster. An angry one, but still a hamster. Baby-fat ass cheeks. Katsuki can't even fucking pinch them, because he's the fucker they're currently attached to.
Katsuki needs to get out of here.
He punches a wall experimentally. He makes Izuku's knuckles hurt, but still no dice on One for All. The fuck. How does he activate this thing? Izuku never does anything special, he just starts sparking out like Dunce-face and then breaks Katsuki's nose.
Katsuki will break Izuku's nose as soon as it's not his face it's poking out of. Fucking hell.
Well, super-strength isn't One for All's only trick. There's also that Blackwhip crap Katsuki's always training against, along with a bunch of other rubbish. Katsuki can probably activate Blackwhip.
He's just got to get angry, right? That's how Izuku got it, as weird as that had looked, and Katsuki is great at being angry. The world is full of things that piss him off, like fucking nerd's who run off with his body using his quirk and-
Pink bananas!, screams a voice inside Katsuki's head.
-and leaving Katsuki fucking stranded because he's a stupid fucking-
Stop that!
"Make me," he snarls on reflex. Some see-through fucker with a bald head shows up in front of him, and the reflexive explosion doesn't hit him because Katsuki doesn't have a damn quirk at the moment, that fucking-
Seriously, the bald fucker frowns. Stop that!
#bnha#izuku midoriya#midoriya izuku#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou#mha#heart to heart#izuku has a crush on bakugou and doesn't want to admit it because they just got being proper friends again and-#so he panics and runs away! in Katsuki's body.#when Katsuki gets his hands on him-!#kacchan#deku#bakudeku
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hii me again (the one that just texted about forgotten ask) but it was about abby (i had a doctor!abby in mind but it’s up to you) couple of days ago it was basically about hurt/comfort, angst type of thing where you know they fight, scream and cry and then kiss and make up, and talk and whole lot of fluff, and apologize<3 but you can write it as you see fit (obviously, it’s your work) but it was just an idea, cause i’m a sucker for this type of fics😭(i basically just wrote the whole plot here cause i didn’t want you to look for it)
JEALOUS GIRL — abby anderson
summary — basically what anon said ^
description — poc!fem reader with bpd, doctor!abby, angsty, very angry reader.
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You and Abby had went to her best friend’s birthday get together, Leah. You quite honestly couldn’t stand that stuck up piece of shit, she has no problem flirting with your girlfriend in front of you like you’re not there. Abby is one of those girls where you have to tell her you have feelings for her or else she thinks you’re just being friendly, how else did you guys start dating to begin with.
Your girlfriend was sat on the couch next to Leah, who was too close for comfort. Nora had pulled you aside to have a drink with you, she was your favorite honestly, the complete opposite of Leah yet somehow all of them get along her.
“You said you were going to college soon right?” Nora was trying to make conversation with you but your glare never left the couch, you try to stay calm and collected around Abby’s friends since they were much older but seeing her grab onto your girlfriends arm like that made you want to violently grab her head and smash it into your knee.
“Y/n?” Nora waved her hand in front of your out of touch face, blinking your eyes a couple of times you looked over at her “Sorry, I get distracted easily. Yeah I’m going to start my career in becoming a veterinarian.” You gave her an apologetic smile.
The rest of the night stayed like that, Leah basically begging for Abby to fuck her right in front of you. Your blood was boiling to the point your body started heating up, if anyone touched you they would get third degree burns. When it was finally time to leave you swore all love for Abby was pushed deep inside leaving you filled with anger.
“Lemme get the door fo—“ “I can open the door for my fucking self.” You shoved her hand away from the handle of her car, getting inside and slamming it so hard it almost shook the whole car. Abby looked at you with the most confused expression plastered across her face “What’s wrong with you?” She started her engine before going back to look at you “Don’t fucking talk to me right now.” Your arms were crossed over your chest, your nails digging deep into your boiling flesh.
The rest of the ride back home lingered with tension and anger fuming from you. Right as she parked the car you were quick to get out repeatedly the same action to slam the door, walking inside your shared home with her you shut the door right before she walked in. Storming up to the shared bedroom you started to take your shoes off, wanting nothing more than to just lay down.
“Y/n, what is your actual problem?” Abby walked over to you as she grabbed your arm as gently as she could she needed you to look at her. Abby was big on communication and you weren’t, you both having very different lives that to you communication wasn’t a thing when you were angry, your anger never regulated properly only going from zero to hundred in a matter of seconds.
When you got angry, you weren’t you like someone else stepped into your body and did whatever it took to defend yourself from any pain. “For a fucking Doctor you’re really fucking stupid.” The words spitting out of your mouth were laced with venom, Abby taken aback from the sudden insult “Why are you being so disrespectful?” You laughed at her lack of situational awareness “Wow you’re really stupid Abby, you have the audacity to say im disrespectful when you were basically fucking Leah right in front of me!” Your hands clenched into a tight fist, nails digging into your palms it’s like all your emotions were turned off but anger.
“Calling me stupid isn’t going to make this situation any better, I suggest you fix your attitude then come speak to me.” You knew you pushed her buttons badly, Abby grabbed her pajamas before heading to the guest room but not before slamming the door.
You sat on your bed trying to calm yourself down only failing when you start sobbing into the pillow. Why do you always do this? Always quick to attack before anything else. God she was going to leave you wasn’t she? Abby can’t handle someone like you. You’re too much to handle, this is why you can’t keep a relationship.
Horrible thoughts ran through your head at hundreds miles per hour causing you to sob harder into the pillow, you hated that you couldn’t be normal, why couldn’t you just talk to her?
You decided to change into your pajamas before heading over to the guest room where you saw Abby reading a book, so focused she didn’t notice you by the doorway. “Are you gonna leave me?” You felt the tears form back into your eyes streaming down your face, the swelling and tightness in your throat hurting, you quickly covered your mouth with the back of your hand trying not to sob.
Abby was quick to put the book down, walking over to you to embrace you into her arms, her hand coming to hold the back of your head trying to soothe you. Sobbing into her chest you apologized profusely “I’m so— sorry Abby, I don’t know why I do that.” You managed to say between hiccups and sobs.
“Baby, baby look at me.” She held your face in her hands making you look at her, you saw the expression on her face soften seeing her lover cry like that felt like pins and needles in her heart “I’m not going to leave you, ever. I love you, I just need you to work on communicating with me and I will help you with that. I don’t think you realize how much your words actually hurt.” Her thumbs wiping every tear that fell down your puffed up face.
“Now tell me why you were so angry with me earlier?” Her soft blue orbs never leaving your tear filled eyes. “I just didn’t like how Leah was all over you, she was grabbing your arm and leaning on you, it made me uncomfortable and mad.” She acknowledged every word you said “I’m so sorry I didn’t notice what she was doing, i’ll talk to her about it and it will never happen again, I promise you baby.” She pressed her soft lips against yours, the most gentle kiss she’s ever given you.
“I love you Y/n and I’m going to marry you someday so don’t ever think that I will leave you.” You giggled a little at her marriage comment before you grabbed her face and kissed her deeply.
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authors note — i hope this is what u were looking for!! btw i have bpd so everything i wrote is everything i feel when im angry😭
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stupid and heartbroken. [Embry Call x reader]
You and Leah Clearwater have something in common, heartbreak and a inclining to stupid decisions. Slowly you and Leah find the secrets of the Reservation that took your best friend, Embry, slowly unravel themselves to you. But not without a little blood, tears, and love.
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PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE
Chapter three: explanations at Emily’s.
Embry, Bella and I rode in the front of the truck. I sat between them. Bella and Embry made light conversation. Jared was in the back; I could imagine how it felt to have the wind gliding across him. It’d be better than having Embry and Bella stuffed in next to me, my thighs touching Embry’s.
“Drive me home.” I said, my throat dry. I didn’t want to go to Emily’s. I wanted to go home. I didn’t want any part of this. “Or take me to Leah’s.”
Embry’s voice was soft as he told me that Emily’s house was safe and that they needed to explain to me what I saw. Bella assured me too. I didn’t want any part of this. I looked at Embry, he had deep circles under his eyes. His posture frail and his nails had obviously been bitten. He looked horrible, a small part of me was bitter that he deserved to feel like shit. That it wasn’t fair what he did. But an even smaller part of me felt a hallow ache within my heart. That ache grew bigger as we turned into Emily’s. it felt weirdly good to sit next to him, to be within his space, he sat straighter than he had in weeks.
I’d only been to Emily’s a handful of times when I wasn’t close with Leah and went to buy the vegetables she sells. The house was covered in flowers and plants, it was beautiful. Jared went in talking with Bella about something I couldn’t be bothered to listen. I’d decided I would sleep in Bella’s truck and would do nothing about what has just happened, I’ll sleep then Bella will come back and drive me to Leah’s.
“Come on sleepy head.” Embry said, lightly pulling me out of the truck. Clearly aware of my plans to sleep away the issue I was avoiding. I wanted to burrow within myself. Curse Bella for making me come all this way but I felt so perfectly seen in Embry’s arm.
“I really hate you; you know.” I whispered to him, keeping my voice steady and monotone. I wanted to be mean. To hurt him. He sighed and said he knows. I didn’t hate him, it’s like what Leah said. You are angry at what the situation is not the person you love. I was certain she didn’t love Sam anymore. Any crumb of that had been washed away. But she loved Emily, deeply and unequivocally. She was angry at her and had told me she felt physically sick when she last saw her but knows she’s grieving the relationship they had. When all of this first happened, before I’d met Leah, she’d been so angry at what had happened she’d trashed Sam’s place. Turned it upside down. She didn’t regret it though; she’d do it again. She just wished she’d stayed longer to spit in his face. Her mom had told her that she shouldn’t take her anger out like this, the people around Leah expected her to cry. Leah didn’t cry, Leah screamed. I hurt with my words, she hurt with her actions. ‘It’s like they underestimate how I am,’ she’d told me once, laughing about how Jacob’s dad compared the pair of us and how we didn’t cry. She was methodical and cruel; it was addictive to watch.
A soothing voice called my name as I stepped inside, Embry’s arm still wrapped around me. Emily’s long hair framed her face, dark and straight. She had a large scar that dominated her face and arm but was still as beautiful as ever. She hugged me. I was completely stunned, my arms hesitantly wrapped around her. What the fuck. She whizzed back to the kitchen. I stayed to the door. Bella was sat at the table talking to Jared and now Embry who looked back at me.
“Please come sit.” He gestured to the chair beside him. I sat next to Bella instead. Jared winced and Embry looked away, they started talking about wolves and vampires, debating speed and agility. Then Sam came in, complimenting Bella’s ease with this information. I watched as he made a beeline for Emily, kissing her lips and then her scar. He held her waist with such a gentle tenderness I wanted to vomit. Someone called my name again and my eyes moved up to glare at Sam as he spoke, asking how I was feeling. I didn’t respond. Filling the silence Jacob and Paul came in, Paul apologised to Bella and Jacob took Bella outside to explain something. Jared and Paul spoke so loudly I felt as if Sam wouldn’t ask me again. I didn’t want to talk to him. Or be here. I didn’t want to be involved with this [HE(1] shit. My ribs began to tighten, lungs constricted, and it felt like they were filling with salt water again.
“I take it you don’t want to be a part of all this, I get it.” Sam said, his voice strong and stern. I hated that I felt comforted by his presence like he was my older brother.
“I don’t know what this is.” I was surprised at how solid my voice sounded, I was convinced it would be weak and fail me. Sam sat down beside Emily and tried telling me the legends. “I already know the legends.” I interrupted; I expected him to be annoyed at the very least at how rude I was being, but he didn’t he was calm. He looked relived that I’d even stayed here. I could just get up and leave but I didn’t know where Bella was, and I couldn’t just leave her alone.
“Well, they’re all true, and we’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone.” I was about to make a snide comment about no sane person believing me then he added “not even Leah.” The entire kitchen went silent. I guess her name didn’t get mentioned much. “He carefully explained imprinting to me, like he was explaining how to diffuse a bomb as a whole town waited in pained agony. I looked at Embry, his eyes weak. Bile rose in my throat. I looked away, not knowing why I was still here.
Fuck this. My fingers burned as I dug my nails into my palms. I saw Embry move out of the corner of my eye. He shifted in his chair, swallowing something painful. I needed to find Bella and leave, give them a false promise and tell Leah everything, not leave her in the dark like Sam did. I felt drawn to Embry’s side, despite everything, despite myself. I wanted to burrow myself within him, know him better, understand him utterly. Let him give himself to me. As the door opened, I was saved, Bella’s cold hand on my shoulder to let me know she was ready to leave. I got up, quick, abandoning the table. Voices calling my name, Embry’s stood out even though it was the quietest. Maybe I was just too focused on him. I practically ran out of the front door, telling Bella how ‘shitty’ and ‘stupid those shit asses’ were.
“Bella take me to Leah’s.” I could see the apprehension in her face before I looked at her, my gaze still firm on the lush greenery. “Now.” My voice was solid. An old oak tree. Rooted in the grounds of dirt and pain, sweet and bitter. She didn’t protest, sucking in a breath she turned the old truck around heading back into the heart of the reservation, the Clearwater’s. It was late afternoon at this point, the hours went by so fast I barely noticed. Sue was in the front of the house setting up for a family party, one that I’d been invited to of course. As I got out of the truck, I muttered a half-hearted goodbye to Bella, slamming the door a little too hard. I hope she knows I’m not angry with her, but I wouldn’t tell her.
“Go get Leah to come help me.” Sue said as she stopped me for a hug. She smelt like citrus and sandalwood, she smelt like home. My spirits would’ve been lifted if I couldn’t shake the image from my head. Embry sat at that table, slight yet large, eyes dark, pained and never leaving me. Party decorations swarmed the home, some cousin’s birthday or uncle’s anniversary. Leah’s door was shut completely, as usual. But when I opened it, her voice echoed in an angry yell. I walked through and saw her sickly figure. Sweating and panting, red nose and dark eye bags. She was taller somehow, leaner, stronger. She exhaled when she saw me. Not noticing the reclusive way I held myself.
“Thought you were my mom.” She said turning around and grabbing something from the floor. Her pillows and blankets, she must’ve thrown them off as she slept. Her movements were heavy, sluggish. It reminded me of Embry before this all happened. “Pick an outfit for me,” she said, a smile forcing her lips. Leah wouldn’t tell me if she was sick, that I knew. But this would just be the flu. Only the men of the tribe turn when forced to and Leah wasn’t a man, all the sleepovers we’ve had I knew that much. I picked out a T-shirt and baggy jeans, taking one of her dresses to wear myself. As we changed, she started to just look at me.
“what’s wrong?” I laughed.
“I’m so tired.” Her fingers began playing with the duvet as she sat down on her bed, now made. “Like I keep getting so angry it’s like nothing else is even happening. I keep fighting with my mom, more than usual. And..” she trailed off looking out of the window. I sat next to her grabbing her hand and placing it in my lap.
“And?”
“And I can tell you’re hiding something from me.” Shit. How the hell could she tell? If werewolves are real witches are and Leah Clearwater was a mindreading witch. After a few seconds of not saying anything I can’t hold it in anymore, screw Sam Uley. Fuck Embry and fuck all this shit. Leah is the only person who deserves an answer. All I can think about is her, when I eat sleep and breathe all it is, is Leah. How we spoke about the apocalypse and if it ever happened that we’d survive and get a farm, killing anyone in our way for each other.
“I am. I need to tell you now” before I can, before my lungs can bring in air again Sue bursts into the room, talking about family being here and how we both need to get out now, she grabs our wrists and pulls us away. Leah and I look at each other, I with desperation and Leah with a festering anger that is morphing her face. The afternoon air hits me with a welcomed delight. Which is suddenly vomit inducing once I see Sam Uley and his pack of puppies stood around the garden, talking with neighbours or family members of the Clearwater’s.
“I’ll tell you later.” I whisper once Sue lets us go. “I promise.” She doesn’t look like she believes me. I wouldn’t either but I have to tell her.
The sweet afternoon falls into a dark evening slowly and painfully but I stay by Leah’s side throughout, begging for a spare moment where one of the pack aren’t in earshot but those assholes are always fucking near. It’s actually fine when its Quill, at least he entertains us but when it was Embry near I wanted to cry, slouched and frail he stood forcing a choked laugh at Harry Clearwater’s joke. It wasn’t funny. I knew he was watching me, when Leah’s arm went around me, he straightened, it seemed like a spike of jealousy mixed with pure raged flew through him. Leah was so warm, like burning warm but it was freezing, and the dress didn’t offer much for warmth.
“Can I talk to you?” A voice asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was the one I couldn’t stop thinking about, Embry.
“She doesn’t want to talk to you, fuck off.” Leah almost shouted, her voice rumbling from the deepest part of her chest. I assured her it was fine and mustered all my might to stand up, holding my own arms for warmth as I left Leah’s side.
“I’m sorry for how this happened, I didn’t want you to find out. But I did even though I didn’t want to.” He rambled trying to sort through his mind. I couldn’t interrupt him even if I tried. “But I don’t want you to think this is the only reason I like you, that the truth is I’ve felt this way since we were kids and nothing changed it. That I’m sorry I left but if I’d you know, in front of you. I think our situation would be a lot worse.” I think of Emily and the scar across her face and body. He’d felt like this for so long but when did he know. Know that he… and I…
“When.” I demanded, staring into his eyes with a fire so uncontrollable it burned me. “when did you know it was me,” this would be a really bad time to vomit but oh god it was just so much. I could smell the fire and the food, hear everyone talking about different things and feel his breath on me, warm and hot. His hands on my waist and arm. Letting out a shaky breath he told me the one thing that had been crushing me since the day it happened.
“I was there when you were cliff diving, I was phased and watching you, and” he breathed onto me, his forehead pressing against mine. “And I knew then, I’m sorry.” I looked into his eyes, into him. Seeing him for himself for the first time in weeks. It felt as if my head was lighter, a feeling no drug I’d tried could emulate. As our lips connected, moving in a sweet and perfect sync his hand that held my arm moved to the back of my head. We moved closer, his warm body melting into me. My head was fuzzy, light and sweet. Tongues moved in a fluid motion, as one. His warm arms around me, one of mine cupping his cheek the other raking through his hair.
But before we could move apart on our own accords my body was gently thrown behind him, screams and yells followed two seconds later. A tree log was thrown in our direction, Embry deflected it. The lights were a blur as I stood up, his arm around me. Leah was shaking, screaming at her mom, as her body shifted, morphed. Bones snapped and changed, she was a wolf. Large and scared. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She ran into the wood line. Sam, Paul and Jared all ran after her shifting into the woods. Harry Clearwater fell to the ground, hand gripping his chest. We ran over, I pulled Seth away. His eyes were huge and scared he couldn’t look away.
end of chapter three.
an/ sorry for the late upload! i thought i uploaded this last week! I've been struggling recently but writing this made me feel so much better, i hope it makes someone feel at least the smallest bit better for reading it. Has anyone else watched all of TLOU? Our beloved actor Graham Greene was in it! I'm planning to rewatch the game plays of part two. Leah and the readers friendship is borderline romantic, they care for each other so deeply and intimately it would be hard to ignore it. Asks are open! colourblind is coming. i love you, take care. -em x
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Selfish Creature. ( ❄️ )
pairing : lottienat , c / w : descriptions of violence , wendigo , mentions of cannibalism and VERY LIGHT autocannibalism , one shot ; fast paced , possessed lottie matthews , this story does not have a happy ending
summary : a blessing from the forest has caused one of the girls to change into a winter beast , unfortunately for them , not all changes are good changes .
lottluvs , feel free to translate with credit . . open to criticism 🌱
a/n : i thought about how wendigos are heavily tied to cannibalism so take wendigo lottie matthews but make it lottienat . this was not proofread and written at 12am as a coping mechanism .
Cold, the spit of the nipping of freeze, and the iced tension in the room left unease in an already unsteady cabin. The Yellowjackets soccer team lay starving in their wait, as the whisper of oncoming frost battered against the windows. Agitation was dragged with the not so new realization that everyone was starving. Not long ago, the team devoured their team captain Jackie alive, and yet somehow the thoughts of them eating their own teammate, another human being, was not enough to fulfill their bellies.
Nat sighed with her hands in one another, her leg jumping up and down repeatedly as if trying to warm itself up. She felt angry, nothing was being done, it was as if she felt like there was a timer above everyone’s heads, and time was running out, time was being wasted. Nat sniffed, her nose nipped with cold, before looking around at her teammates, some who she wasn’t even certain were her friends anymore, trust was drained out of everyone, at this point, the cabin was home base, and it was everyone for themselves. Her eyes slowly and softly looked at all of the fading warm bodies in the room. Shauna, who was sitting near the fire, eyes half shut, exhausted, and ready to give up, Mari, picking at her nails and eating the skin that flared off, Van and Tai, huddled together, feeding off of one another’s warmth, Misty, asleep on the floor in a fetal position, and…
Nats eyes froze on one of the girls in the room, sitting on the windowsill, staring directly back at her. That girl was Charlotte Matthews, or Lottie as everyone remembered her. Though across the room, its as if her eyes were able to change Natalies demeanor, almost making her flinch. Despite Nat and Lottie making awkward eye contact, Lotties stare did not waver. The fire flickered in the room, not interrupting the silent interaction. As Nat pulled away from the gaze, Lottie shifted, standing up, her dark eyes still fixated on Nat. She pulled her extra coat off of her and dragged in behind her as she began to step up the ladder to the second floor, still not wavering her stare. Nat looked back, looking Lottie up and down, and then meeting eyes once more, but this time, its as if she could read a message in the scars of her face. She wasn’t sure if it was her gut, or the feeling of silence that urged her to get up and follow Lottie, but despite her head screaming no, she got up anyway and followed up, cautiously following the hitched breathing of the girl ahead of her. With one last gaze at the group below, she stepped onto the last step before the rotted wooden floor.
“Lot?” Nat whispered, looking around the semi-empty space, before she was met with Lottie sitting on the planks below the window, up at attention, and drawn forward.
“Nat.” Lottie replied back, her voice dry, lips finally pulling apart as they’ve been sealed this entire time.
“You know, you really know how to get a message across without speaking.” Natalie giggled, spirits somewhat lifting, as she sat down with a sigh in front of Lottie with a smirk.
“Do I?” She murmured playing with the cloth that covered her, before returning a half smile, watching as Nat settled down in front of her.
“So.. you brought me up here, whats on your mind, defender?”
Lotties smile faded as she looked through Nat, spacing out somewhat, her breathing visibly getting slower as she thought, her mouth opened and yet no words came out, Nat looked to the side, as if she could read her thoughts.
“Everyone is starving.” Lottie finally spat out, her voice hitched in her throat. “Everyone is starving and yet we will not answer to what the wilderness brought upon us those few weeks ago.” She pushed her words out her throat.
It took Nat a second to process what Lottie just let escape her lips, she sat up in a mix of shock and confusion, chuckling in disbelief.
“Lottie— we..” Nat licked her lips with a scoff. “We ate— cannibalized.. Jackie. That’s not normal.”
Lotties facial expression did a complete 180, the sides of her mouth curving downward in an unreadable emotion.
“So you deny it too, you’re hungry Natalie, and things here are scarce, and despite the moral wrong of it, you still engaged, you still let it take over.” Lottie leaned into Nat, lifting a hand to her knee, fingers icy to the touch.
“Why make yourself suffer long—“
Natalie swatted Lottie out of her face, pushing her back.
“Lottie, what the actual FUCK is going on, this— isn’t like you.” Her nose scrunching in response, spitting venom, so many thoughts traded like cards in and out of her mind, why did Lottie specifically go to her? Confide these thoughts in her? Her heart was racing, and Lottie could hear it.
Silence, only the loudness of the twos body language yelled in the dimly lit room.
“There is hope we will find SOMETHING in this frost.” Nat finally hissed.
“And if we dont…” Lottie stood up. “Then who is next?”
Nat, to put it simply, was intimidated, her solid demeanor cracked as she let Lotties words sink in. With no response, she shook her head and began to turn to the ladder to return to the silence of the group below them, cautiously turning her back to Lottie when—
“Wait.” A fragile voice croaked, stopping Nat in her tracks.
“I— Look…” Lottie murmured, shaking her head. “I didn’t mean it, don’t leave. You of all people should be able to read the unrest of everyone. It’s awkward and I don’t want to go back down there, I actually want to get rest tonight without the worry someone will kill me in my sleep.”
“No one is forcing you to go down there, Lot.” Nat said monotone, beginning to descend.
“Please?”
“I trust you, Natalie.”
Natalie looked back at Lottie who was picking at her thumb nervously, the cold air filling her lungs as she let out a sarcastic sigh, sniffing her allergies back into her nose, taking a minute to think, and then she stepped back up the ladder, slowly making her way back to the dark haired girl; standing face to face with Charlotte.
“Fine, but pull any weird shit and I’m never doing this again.” She half joked, lifting the spirits with her stupid grin and finger pointing.
“Promise.” Lottie stuck out her pinky, intertwining it quickly with Nats as she moved to pull the extra dusty sheets from the side of the room that Van and Tai had used previously.
Nat was the first to lay down, using her extra jacket she had while downstairs as a pillow. Nat politely motioned for Lottie to lay down first, in which she took the up the offer in a heartbeat. Nat followed, pulling a thin cover on top of them. Once the two were settled, Nat was looking away from Lottie, wondering if she was making a mistake, but as if motion to response, she felt a cold hand place itself over her waist, and a warm chapped lip homing itself into her neck. Nat tried her best not to stiffen, however, the feeling of warmth of the full body of her teammate shocked her to put it lightly.
“You’re a lot warmer than expected.” Lottie whispered under her breath. Holding her closer.
“Yeah.” Nat replied.
Later in the night, drowsily, Nat was woken up by the stir of unrest from sharp voices downstairs, her head pounding, she sat up to notice someone was missing.
“Lottie?” Nat spiked up, looking around the room. “Lot??” Her voice rose even more, concerned to the random disappearance. Shifting the covers around hoping to find even the slightest glimpse of the girl who resided next to her not many hours ago. “What the hell—“ Nat stood up completely, only to start to fade into the slight murmur downstairs, her heart began to race as she descended down the ladder, almost tripping down it in the process.
To her surprise, both Mari and Shauna were up, both with unreadable looks on their face, before Shauna’s eyes snapped to meet Natalies, anger boiling and writhing in both pupils.
“What did you tell her..?” Shauna hissed, fully facing Nat, approaching her with speed.
“What— are you talking about?” She responded stepping back.
“Lottie fucking rushed out of the door covering her mouth with 0 warning, left the door open, and hasn’t been back in the past 30 minutes at all.”
“Might as well tick another one off the list huh?” Mari chimed in.
“But she—— wh..?”
Nat looked at the door, throwing a hand up in confusion, the door of which since then has been shut.
“She literally was with me, she told me to stay upstairs with her and we fell sleep I didn’t do anything.” Natalie snapped.
Mari sighed, shaking her head.
“What do we do?” Shauna whispered as to not awaken the hive.
Natalie thought, and shook her head, it was freezing out there, temperatures that could harm. Temperatures that have harmed. Temperatures that have killed.
“I’ll go look for her.” Natalie said without a second thought. “Knowing Lottie she didn’t go far. I hope.”
There was an awkward silence between the three before Nat spoke again.
“You’re both smart as to not try and stop me.”
Just as quickly as she said that, she grabbed everything she may need. Clothes enough to layer her warmth, and the gun that has helped the team more than anything.
Shoving herself out the door, her face was met with instant punishment, her eyes feeling painful stings from the forests harsh conditions, her breath pushing out from her cloth mask made her really take in the warmth of the cabin before setting foot into the snow in front of her. Her gaze of white and grey was met with a pure, bold and adulterated red. The snow led a trail of blood for what seemed like a few feet before it slimmed into the rest of the snow as it fell. Natalie proceeded to follow in that direction, sharply breathing as she did, as her lungs iced themselves solid.
Not many minutes passed before the trail of red began to pick up again. Before for,Int into a large snow tainted puddle. Natalie stopped looking for a direction to go into before she heard a gut wrenching scream, and one that definitely came from a girl no less.
“What the hell—“ Natalie murmured pulling out her rifle, unsure in which direction to point at, though she could point and shoot at one of her teammates, the snowfall messed with her vision.
“Lottie??” She called out into the white nothing, her voice desperate.
Unexpectedly, something has answered, but it was no scream this time, it was a long drawn out growl, mixed with a moan. Frozen in her tracks, Natalie desperately tried to search for the source of the sound, when suddenly two white shining eyes seemed to line with hers.
Natalie wanted to point and shoot, but something was wrong— her gut told her to lower her weapon, as the white dots approached. This time, a larger figure drew itself to the warmth of Natalie.
As it drew closer its features were more visual, while humanoid, it had the horns of a deer, grown and sharp,
“Nat..” The large creature spoke, whispering in an echo.
“…Who.. what the fuck are you?” Natalie drew her weapon, backing up, nothing should be alive in this frost, no beast like this at least.
“You don’t recognize my voice? I’m hurt I really am…” The creature bellowed sarcastically.
“You’re so hungry Natalie… look at you, the way your face sinks and you wearily hold that rifle..”
“I am, but what does that have to do with anything??” Nat aimed.
Finally as if a switch went off in her head, Natalie yelled: “Lottie?! Is that you?” Her weapon dropped to her side.
“Yes that is me..” The beast drew itself within view.
Natalies eyes widen, the best that sat in front of her was Lottie, but her features were twisted, granted, her legs became long with black hooves, a long sleek tail lowering behind her back, with horns sharper than blades and long claws with the same description, with pointed ears and pale skin. Her features exaggerated, with a stylistic demeanor.
“I must be dreaming.” Natalies eyes widened with shock and genuine fear.
“This is no dream. Make no mistake.”
“You are not Lottie. This is just— some kinda hallucination then because I’m starving.”
“Still wrong.”
Nat drew herself away as a thud from the hoof of this conjoined beast became too close for comfort. Turning away, she began to retrace her steps and run, faster than she ever has, and even in snow, she felt as if she was faster than anything.
“Shit shit shit shit..” She murmured to herself as she heard the sadistic and hungry giggle behind her. Her legs weren’t taking her far, but she’s sure for that THING, it was amusing.
Then, that’s when it grabbed her and pulled her to face the truth of the situation. Lottie had become something unworldly.
“A blessing from the wilderness, as its messenger..” Lottie hissed. “There is no need to run from it.”
Natalie squirmed feeling the claws stick into the fabric of some of her clothing.
“You smell and look so nice, it’d be a shame to just let you rot in the cabin.” Lottie murmured.
“Lottie snap out of it!” Nat yelled. “Lottie seriously, what’s wrong with you?!”
“I’m starving.” She laughed. “You’re just prey; wrong place wrong time.”
“Is that how you view me? Prey?” She snapped. “Lottie since day one you’ve taken charge, and you’re letting something control you that was foreign to you only a few months ago, are you really that weak?”
“Weak? I was blessed.” She responded gazing at Natalies arm. “Now it’s time for my reward.” Lottie whispered biting quickly, she didn’t have a good grip, but god did it hurt when she pulled away. The sound of flesh cracking and being pulled off the bone as the chilled air hit it freezing the nerves. The beast didn’t bother to bite again, as watching her prey squirm was fulfilling. Natalie was yelling in agony, her forearm bleeding with so much pain.
As if to add salt to the wound, Lottie smiled, that pure smile she’s always had.
“I’ve always favored you, hell, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love you, getting to devour you was just the cherry on top Nat…”
“This isn’t you… fuck…” Natalie felt herself slipping away from blood loss. “Lottie.. this is not who you want… to be.. I know you, I know you better than anyone else here.. on this fucking team, this is not what the wilderness wants..”
“Devouring you is what it wants.. sacrifices is what it wants..” Lottie whispered.
“You have to learn to give in.”
Natalie smiled, letting her body relax, trying not to scream from the pain again, the stinging from her attempt to cry has already frozen over, literally, her arm dripping onto the ground below her, staining the ground.
“Then devour me, I give in to you, not the wilderness.”
And devour Lottie did, every last piece of her, meat to bone, starvation leads humans in very different ways, despite love, despite bonds, survival will cause us to change. No matter the circumstances.
“I love you too, Lottie.” Is the last thing Natalie would ever meaningfully say ever again.
#🌱#Lottienat#lottie matthews#nat scatorccio#wendigo#unhappy ending#writing#one shot#i got lazy at the end sorry I’m so tired oh god I need to zzz but Yellowjackets is stuck in my head#Yellowjackets#fanfic#yjs#yellowjackets showtime
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FAUST AND THE DEVIL
A little thing inspired by @nirby-wirby
“So it is only you whose come to meet my acquaintance.”
His head hurts. His stomach churns. There is a burning at the back of his eyes and Five swallows a lump in his throat as he sits across from the man who has held his fist over him even alone in isolation. “I can’t say I am too surprised, not with what I’ve seen so far of you and your, as you put it, family.”
A part of him wants to shout, scream, maybe even punch something just to feel anything, but instead, Five shrugs, lips pursed. “I didn’t come here to idly chit chat,” he spits, ire dripping from his words. If he was angry, he couldn’t be controlled. He couldn’t fall like Icarus wanting to touch the sun. “I came because we don’t belong here, because I know that you can do something about it.” There is a look in his eyes, calculating, and it makes Five clasp his hands together and dig his nail into his palm.
“Don’t belong here how?” Neither a laugh nor a smile, but an inquiry with raised brows.
Five takes a deep breath, grinding his teeth together. “Crapshoot,” he mutters, glaring at the pineapple in the center of the table, “thought I could do whatever wanted, landed myself in the apocalyptic future, and then—here, in this body—”
“You’ve refused to listen then,” Reginald interrupts, “if I am your father, and my word had been law, then it was no fault but your own for your circumstances.”
“That’s—"
“Perhaps, if you had not gone on a tantrum, you would not be here, struggling to even achieve the bare minimum with your lack of prowess.”
“You—"
“But, as it is now, your own foolishness has created your own mistake.” Reginald doesn’t let him get a word in, interrupting him with every second that passed. “You have failed because of your lack of patience, your inability to accept, and now you are looking to atone simply by admitting defeat.” Five hates the way his shoulders hunch up, words dying in his throat. “This, however, is not feasible. You have destroyed your own family by your own hands, with your foolishness and arrogance to prove. Tell me, how is it that the future I reside in has your family in such a state and yet, did it not all start after you had gone off on your own?”
His breath hitches, mouth feeling dry. He hadn’t ever really thought about it like that, not really, but now—it was starting to come together, the pieces falling into place. He’s been gone for so long, to the point where his siblings are 30, seventeen years passing by without him. What has he missed? What did he fail to protect because of his own selfishness? The disbanding of the academy, the drugs his brothers were on, the way that a book threatened to destroy everyone, Ben’s death.
He hadn’t been there for any of it. He hadn’t protected Klaus or saved Ben or made Luther question Reginald’s choices. He never picked up Viktor’s medicine, convincing him to not use it, never tried to remind Allison how much her rumors hurt, never helped Ben control the horror.
Instead, he had left, vanished off the earth, for seventeen whole years, and since then—
Everything had fallen apart.
All of the trouble his siblings had went through. The exclusion of their seventh. The brokenness that exuded from their very souls. It all came from something, from someone, and all his life—Five had assumed it was Reginald. He had fucked them up, had hurt them beyond compare, but looking at it now, and putting the puzzle pieces together, makes Five’s eyes burn something fierce. “I didn’t do anything,” he whispers, voice cracking, “I d-didn’t m-make them f-fall apart. I didn’t.”
Reginald stares at him with that calm face of his, not an angry wrinkle to be seen. “You disappeared,” he says, “you left them for your own desires.”
His throat closes up as he tries to swallow down the lump suddenly stuck inside. “I….” Maybe, if his siblings were here, he’d be more angry, more in control, but as it stands now, he sits there, hating how easily his eyes burn and the taste of salt falls on his lips.
and, like always, Reginald does nothing but watch him cry.
#the umbrella academy#five hargreeves#five hargreeves centric#five hargreeves the boy#I blame nirby#this is your fault /j#five whump
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another part of my wip
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Mal avoids his eyes, arms wrapped around her body. It goes against her being to display herself so pathetically but the majority of her doesn’t care since it’s Jay.
“You are not your mother.” Jay says from across the room.
Whipping around, Mal feels bile rise up her throat that she pushes down quickly. “I was going to throw the baby out the window Jay!” She shouts, pointing behind her. “OUR baby. I was going to do that to our daughter! Why aren’t you screaming at me?!”
This is stupid and Mal isn’t stupid. She knows better than this. Her voice is carrying out the window and across the isle. Before she has the time to get angry at herself, it turns against the boy infront of her. Her teeth dig into her lips, another type of anger building up in her.
“What kind of father are you? Why aren’t you angry at me?” She spits. Mal stomps across the room and grabs at his vest, shoving him back but he wraps his grip around her wrists and steadies himself against her. He jerks with her but doesn’t fight, a frown on his face. “Mal?”
“You fucking useless fuck-” She couldn’t do this, the sleepless nights before that creature was countless and now, Mal felt like she couldn’t even function any longer. She should have gotten Evie to make the potion anyway, who cares if it would have come back dead in her? “Mal-”
Her piercing cries were too much, she couldn’t take care of her. None of them could. She was so small and fragile. Couldn’t even hold her head up. It was terrifying and made Mal feel weak. This was the fragility her mother warned her about. She can’t love someone like that, how could she? It was earned and this baby wasn’t worthy. Why won’t she shut up? Why won’t she stop? Why can’t she SHUT UP?
“I WAS GOING TO KILL-” “MAL!” Jay shouts in her face, shaking her shoulders and forcing her to look at him. “Stop.” And her head spins. When has Mal ever cared about the death of someone else? Her mother would be so disappointed in her. “You weren’t going to kill her.”
How does he know? Why does she even care? He doesn’t know anything. Doesn’t he see how she acts around the creature?
“You don’t know that! I’ve killed countless idiots and you were there for it all!” She reminds, smacking his hands away and leaning against the table. “You know better than anyone else what I can do!” Her hair was sticking to her neck, her clothes were too tight, the room too small and it felt like everything was going to come crashing down on her. Her head was pounding and the wind was blowing strong, metal covers creaking gratingly.
“Stop comparing yourself to your mother. And, I’m a… decent father.” He adds like an afterthought and Mal cringes inwardly because he is. Or she thinks he is with the limited experience she has with fathers. She didn’t mean to say he wasn’t doing good with what he knows but her anger bubbles and leaks out of the edges, pass the thread holding her together. The thread Jay sewed her with. She swallows the knot in her throat.
He doesn’t stop there. “We aren’t going to kill her. Zahrah is alive. She’s with Evie and Carlos now. You did not and will not kill her. She will remain alive for as long as we can.There is no killing our baby.” He says with such conviction she almost believes him. Mal doesn’t know if he even believes that.
The idea of sharing something so real, a living being with warm skin and wispy hair. The colour of her eyes are directly from Jay, the ones she’s staring into as he stares back. The way she reacts to sound, how she seems to melt in relief when Mal holds her close. Her soft nails that don’t need clippers to cut. The way she still scrunches when you pick her up. She inhales and exhales, life filling her small body every second and minute and hour of the day.
Mal feels a sting behind her eyes and blinks harshly.
“I was going to do it, Jay.” she whispers, fingers trembling against the wood. He knows she means it.
She swallows and straightens up, like she wasn’t just a mess. It's an odd feeling. She’s never felt like that before.
“You didn’t. And that's all that matters.”
#this is related to the other wip i posted like 2 weeks ago#mal descendants#jay and mal#mal#mal bertha#jay descendants#jay son of jafar#wip#jayandmal#disney descendants#descendants#man writing has hands#and its punching me#it hurts my face#and my brain#literally needed to post some part of my wip because just writing and writing was hurting my brain#need some type of response to push my little chicken brain
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have my postal 1 dude headcanons because hes so meeeeee
tw for mentions of self harm
• hed just barely turned 20 by the time postal 1 happened
• a bit of a mallgoth, really loved nine inch nails and marilyn manson
• had a really bad self harm addiction back in highschool, he was 2 years clean by postal 1
• actually felt so bad for everything hed done, cant even hear fake gunshots without wanting to throw up
• i believe that the demon was responsible for his breakdown, it convinced him that everyone was poisoned and that he was the only one that could save them
• schizophrenic, has hurt himself before because voices convinced him to do so
• shy and selectively mute
• other postal dudes treat him like a kid because of his age (postal 4 dude is his parental figure)
• asshole dad who was never around
• smokes like a chimney, anytime anyone sees him he always seems to have a cigarette in his hand
• great with kids, thats why he couldnt bring himself to hurt them
• the funeral ending was a hallucination (ik thats redux but they are practically the same leave me alone)
• the most traumatised postal dude
• would probs be a mitski stan
• autistic, bites the other postal dudes
• loves cats
• bisexual and in denial (has a fat crush on every single member of nin)
• just starts screaming randomly, but not in a funny way like a genuine terror way
• stares at people with his autism eyes
• wears his sunglasses everywhere
• lives off cheese and vodka (hes like an alcoholic mouse)
• absolutely loves horror movies, gets postal 4 dude to watch them with him
• scared of corkscrew, but corkscrew really likes him and feels the need to protect him
• suffered from anorexia at a young age, sometimes has days where he literally cant eat anything without crying
• people pleaser, changes his entire personality to make people happy
• loves wool sweaters, practically lives in them
• always cold
• drinks to forget
• gets randomly angry for no apparent reason, will start punching the shit out of people and screaming
• against the big light prefers lamps
• will just sit in the corner and listen while people talk
• loves pepperoni pizza
• still has braces
• probably loves hello kitty but will never admit it
• shoplifts literally anytime he goes into a store, steals things for other postal dudes
• would violently sob to real men by mitski
• bullys postal 4 dudes music but actually likes it (can you tell i love the idea of them being friends?)
i added more because ive got so many headcanons for this emo loser <3
• really picky with what he can eat, will spit anything out he doesnt like
• his family where heavily religious, thats why he wears a cross
• can fall asleep literally anywhere
• defos a stoner
• practically lived at korn concerts
• likes hugs but also despises being touched
• corkscrew carries him about everywhere, gives him piggybacks all the time
• either completely stone cold or really giggly and happy, there is no in between
• uses :-) :-P :-O :-( when texting
• probably likes cannibal corpse
• chop suey! by system of a down is his anthem
• spins around in circles to stim, postal 2 guy joins in because funni
• steals peoples jackets
• would be absolutely cracked at hatsune miku project diva
• has a hyperfixation on music and plays bass
• i think he would be really soft spoken most the time
• when hes drunk hes absolutely mayhem, runs around and throws cushions at people
• tried to give himself a stick and poke and got mad when it didnt look good
• if postal 1 was set in the early 2000s i think hed be an emo
• goes nonverbal often, hardly ever speaks
• claustrophobic, will start crying if he feels trapped
• hates parades (unless its a pride one #ally)
• (●__●) stares at people like this
• tooth gap<3333
• hates wearing bandages around his arms because theyre itchy and uncomfortable
• probably had an entire bag of bandaids on standby
• ik he canonically has sorta short hair but i like to think its really long
• wanted a mohawk
• wears eyeliner but will deny it even though its so obvious
• he did have a girlfriend at one point but she left him because he was strange (autism making him bitchless💀)
• ik this makes no sense but i think it would be funny af if he was scottish, like all the other postal dudes expect him to sound like them but then he starts speaking in the heaviest scottish accent imaginable (and before you say im only saying that because hes ginger im scottish so im actually projecting get it right)
• gave himself so many piercings but half of them closed up
• likes flavoured tea, his fav is peppermint
• would probably have a crush on tyler durden
• not really a hc but imagine him falling asleep on the sofa and postal 4 dude covering him with a nice fluffy blanket and giving him a little kiss on the forehead like dads in movies 😭😭😭
• wanted to be a musician growing up
• would watch the entire saw franchise in one sitting
• postal 4 dude always checks his arms and makes sure hes eaten, but he doesnt get upset with him if he does relapse or doesnt eat because he knows hes trying
• everyone tells him all their drama because they know he wont tell anyone (he knows everything)
• no one is willing to argue with him because he will either start crying or attack them
• probably bipolar
• signed postal 2 guys petition
• probably rabid/j
• really good at art
• scared of seagulls
• hes really lanky and tall
• (;ŏ﹏ŏ) default facial expression
• red is his favourite colour
• hes an anti-shaggin moment/ref
• will just lay on top of people with absolutely no care whatsoever
• really bad at helping others, hed probably awkwardly giggle at someone crying
• he likes stuffed animals, has a whole collection of them because he was never allowed them when he was a kid
• if you asked him his pronouns hed probably bite you (he doesnt understand)
• if demon ever got a physical form all the dudes (excluding 1) would team up and beat its ass
• demon still appears sometimes and even tells 1 what to do, but he does his best not to listen
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• one time postal 3 dude was just going downstairs to get some water and found 1 on the floor sobbing, hed had an episode and sliced his arm pretty bad, 3 did his best to help and swore he wouldnt tell 4 but he found out anyways
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• hates chocolate cake with every fibre of his being
• paints his nails all the time, comes downstairs every day with a new colour
• one of the dudes got him a copy of pretty hate machine on cd for christmas and it was his most favourite thing for months
• loves little insects, willingly picks them up
• collects so much random shit its insane
i got more
• can never sit in pure silence because there always seems to be noise, but really its all in his head (this is based on some of the tracks from the redux soundtrack as obviously some of them are just unintelligible noise)
• picks at his skin alot
• used to skip school alot, but always did well in tests and exams
• cant swim
• actually really loved school
• salt and vinegar crisps man
• actually tried to quit smoking but failed horribly
• uses internet slang and postal 4 guy has absolutely no fucking clue what hes on about
thats all i got
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Find the word! tag game, tagged by the lovely lovely @piceuscelus
Words: scream, warn, stay
Scream (from the underage beast thing I wrote after I prompted the one for @dead-dove-diner )
In any case, he could hear her coming down the steps, humming softly to herself. He could have stopped Jaskier, could have pulled him off his prick and made sure they were decent before Ciri could see anything - but he didn't. Jaskier's arse feels too good, hot and tight and plush, and Geralt would rather cut off his own arm than pull out of that heavenly clutch. Besides, Ciri is twelve, old enough to learn about these things.
He reaches around Jaskier and grabs hold of his cheeks, pulls them apart to give their little voyeur a better view. Jaskier groans and fucks down harder, oblivious of their audience.
"Fuck, Geralt, yes, fuck, fuck, feel so good inside me," the troubadour whines, and Geralt plants his feet wide and thrusts up into his tight arse. “Yes! Oh, gods, ‘m gonna- Fuck, love, ‘m gonna come-”
Geralt pulls him down hard into every upwards thrust of his hips, and it’s jarring, so rough that Jaskier’s teeth clack loudly, and it shoves Jaskier straight over the edge into his orgasm. He screams, his nails leaving angry red grooves on Geralt’s shoulders as he comes between them, and the sharp pain of the scratches combined with Ciri’s flushed little face in the shadows, the shocked, confused flutter of her heart, that’s enough to lead Geralt to his end as well. He groans and sinks his teeth into his bard’s shoulder, his hands leaving bruises on his hips as he empties himself into Jaskier’s guts, and when he manages to gather his wits again, they’re alone once more.
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Warn (from a "What if Lambert showed up to save Essi instead of Geralt" Honey AU)
The village is bustling. It's almost Lammas and everyone is in a good mood, making Lambert stick out like a sore thumb even more than he usually would. He avoids towns during festivals for this exact reason, but now he doesn't have a choice.
He does, in fact, but he's committed to seeing this through, even if the thought of facing Jaskier again makes him vaguely sick. What if the boy has changed his mind about what happened, if he feels taken advantage of - in what way?, a voice that sounds exactly like Aiden's whispers in his head -, if he spits in Lambert's face and-
"Lambert!"
He only gets a second's warning before something small and sturdy slams into his legs, thin arms winding around them. A blue eye peeks up at him from under wild blond hair.
"Hey, Essi."
He stands there like a dolt, Essi's arms still wrapped around his legs, unsure what to do. They're in the middle of the street, and he can feel the suspicious looks of the neighbours like a physical touch. Kids and Witchers are never a good combination in most people's opinion.
"Jaskier didn't think you'd come back but I knew you would!" the girl chirps, and Lambert looks down at her again.
"Yeah?"
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Stay (omegaverse Geraskier piss fic 🤷)
Jaskier loses a bit of time, he thinks, because when he can focus again he's being pulled off the horse by strong arms. There's an old fireplace, some logs set up around it. It looks like this is a popular rest stop, and the Witcher leads him over to the logs and presses him down.
"Stay here," he instructs, but Jaskier tips forward as he steps back.
He winds his arms around the Witcher's thigh and presses his face into the man's crotch with a whine, and oh, he never wants to leave this place. The Witcher smells fucking amazing here, his base scent mixed with sweat and the unmistakable scent of his cock, and now, after however long they've shared the saddle, of Jaskier and Jaskier's piss, and he nuzzles against the leather like a man starved.
"Fuck." The Witcher stands stiffly as Jaskier huffs his scent, but he's not as reluctant as he's pretending to be. His cock swells against Jaskier's cheek, noticeable even through the leather, and he turns his head just so and noses against it.
Who cares that he has never fucked an alpha? Right now, all he can think about is sitting on this delicious-smelling dick, taking the no doubt wonderful knot until he can’t see straight anymore. Surely the alpha won't begrudge him that?
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Tagging @restless-witch, @greyduckgreygoose, and @witchertrashparty, if you want to.
Your words are "sweet", "hold", and "strong".
(also excuse the janky formatting, I'm doing this on my phone and it's The Worst)
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Part 5:
TW: possessiveness, mentions of abuse
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Seven dates, it took seven dates for me to show up to the office with bruises on my forearms. I had dressed in a long gown with long sleeves despite the sweltering heat. Alastor narrowed his eyes but said nothing as the day continued on.
I broke it off with the man I had been dating when he hit on the waitress, he really did not like it. He walked me home like a gentleman and pinned me against the door like a monster. Nails digging into my skin as I gritted my teeth. He said he would not leave if I did not kiss him and he would be back. I was not to break off this courting. For a moment I thought of all Alastor had taught me, how easily I could gut this pig of a man, and then I kissed him. He left with no worries as I rubbed the marks he left behind.
I could not let Alastor know or he would kill him- I would be the one to kill him. The whole night I spent screaming until my throat was hoarse, my lips bloodied from the scrubbing I had done to them, I had been planning. He was well known so I had to wait, I had to make sure I did it correctly. A hunting accident? Would they suspect the Bayou Killer? Would I mess up and lead them to us? No! No- I just needed to wait long enough, satiate this man’s want until no suspicion could be placed on me.
A hand caught my upper arm, nails biting into the thick fleece of my dress.
‘Is it not warm to you? Are you falling ill?’ Alastor seemed almost concerned as I threw his hand off me.
‘Do not touch me unless I have given permission’ I spit out, his face contorting into anger and hurt as he stepped closer.
‘Must you always try to make me angry?’
‘Must you always be so *captious?’ I take a step back and he followed. Searching for something. Like he knew but said nothing. A sharp turn and the click of his studio door and he was gone. With a woosh I release a breath I did not know I had been holding. Had he known? Was I really that readable? I clench my fists revelling in the pain, letting it ground me.
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Three weeks for my courter to announce the hunting season was upon us. A smile had slithered up my lips, one I had forced to be pleasant but was worried it appeared too twisted and sinister as he had paused to stare.
Plans had whirled in my mind since the incident. I wanted him to suffer. It had been so minor but the first real bout of cruelty anyone had dealt me. Sure I had seen Alastor’s work and heard stories, but me? No one beyond faceless men on the street had even called me a rude name. How had I allowed such a pig near me? To try to woo me?
Alastor would never-
I slam my hand on the counter as the thought enters my mind, forcing a jolt of searing pain through my wrist. If that man had just shown me some sign that I was wanted- no you can not blame him for not wanting you. Did he not want me? Clearly not-
I was spiraling into a wicked pit of darkness, my mind sliding like it was on a rowboat in the middle of the sea.
Arms encircled me, soft words whispered in my ear as I bounced between anger at my courter, Alastor, and ultimately myself for allowing such a thing to happen. Hands calloused but soft grasped my cheeks as my vision slowly wormed its way from the blackness.
“Salem? Salem!?” Alastor? My eyes were drawn to his with a crystal clarity and then to the knife beside me. Had I grabbed that? He kept brushing my cheek, wiping at tears I had not known I had cried.
“He hurt me” Alastor nodded and brought me close whispering how he knew, and it would never happen again. I shook my head “Alastor no-“ he pushed me into his chest so I could not speak.
“You will not worry your pretty little head over him any longer” pretty? “I will handle this” his voice was comforting but sent a chill down my spine. A tone I had never heard before tinted his words.
“But I-“ he shushed me again and for a moment I considered smacking him “I want to kill him” I forced out in one breath so he could not interrupt again and he stilled.
“You?” He sounded almost amused at the idea “I am not sure you could handle such a thing” my anger flared and I shoved away from him.
“I can! I have a plan. He is going hunting, he will have an accident-“
“He is well known”
“But he-“
“Is not likely to be hunting alone” oh. That had not crossed my mind. Did he ever mention hunting with others? His dad? “Let me figure it out” I nod a tad unwillingly, adding another disappointment to the pile.
Seeming to know how I was feeling Alastor cupped my cheek and smiled at me, a genuine smile.
“Darling- you were never alone”
A/N: *Captious; a person tending to find fault or have petty objections
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Gym Class
"Ridley! Psst... Ridley,"
Grian and Taurtis had been trying to get her attention the entire time because Sam was too much of a pussy to try and talk to her himself. So he was a coward as usual.
Ridley just paid no mind to them. Actually, she wanted nothing to do with them after last week. She had been avoiding all three of them, trying to forget what Sam said.
Ridley, wait! I... killed someone
Her eyes widened and she jumped at the sound of a whistle, she was the only one standing in front of the gym teacher. Looking around hesitantly she noticed that Ellen was standing with her.
"We have dodgeball today." The clairvoyant said, smiling slightly. Their eye was bandaged once again.
She noticed Sam was standing on the other side, then realized that Taurtis and Grian were on her team. Mentally kicking herself she caught a ball that one of her teammates threw at her, whipping her head in their direction Taurtis shrunk back. Her gaze was intense, burning into his soul. He shared a weary look with Grian.
"Are you upset because of last week?" Ellen asked.
"How do you even know that?"
"Intuition."
"Well, it's not like I need to care. He's just some geek criminal. A loser. He's practically beneath me, if he went as far as to- " She stopped herself, glancing at Ellen. The ball was squished in her hands, her nails digging into the plastic.
"Oh- did you tell him you liked him and he turned you down?" Ellen's eyes lit up.
"What? No! Besides, I would have been the one to turn him down!"
Ridley threw the ball at someone who had caught her eye, whipping it across the gym full force. She wasn't angry. She couldn't be angry. Sam wasn't her problem. He was just some stupid boy who transferred to her school. She didn't need to care.
Picking up a ball from the ground she couldn't help but notice him standing there awkwardly, watching students throw balls at each other. He was obviously avoiding getting hit and that just seemed to make her even angrier. Stepping up very close to the line dividing the gym she stared at him.
What the hell was she doing? Sam could only stare at her with wide brown eyes, his ears standing on end making him appear taller than he already is. She beckoned him over, motioning with her fingers. His feet were moving on their own accord and he was standing just on the other side of the line in front of her.
"Who the fuck did you kill?!" She asked in hushed tone, the ball looked like it was going to deflate.
"What?" Sam choked on his own spit.
"You heard me."
"Why do you want to know?!"
"How dangerous are you?!"
"It was my ex girlfriend, but it was an accident!"
The rest of class was mostly a blur, but Sam ended up at the infirmary with a bloody, possibly broken nose. Taurtis and Grian were with him, sitting next to him as he tilted his head up, holding a tissue over his nose. His voice was nasally and barely audible.
"Do you think she's pissed at me?"
"Dude, we had to pull her off of you. She was screaming about pressing charges or contacting the authorities." Taurtis' voice was quiet.
"What did you say to her?" Grian asked.
"I told her what happened..."
#yangust 2023#yandere high school#yhs#yhs sam#yhs grian#yhs taurtis#yhs samgladiator#yhs fanfiction#i forgot to do day four sooooo#its short and i intended it to be short#every other prompt will be disconnected from this#i just want him to get punched yk
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