#and the batshit takes just turned me off it so completely
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big love for ethel cain but oh my god are so many of her fans fucking intolerable to me
#can yall be normal about musicians you like for two minutes#half of yall act like she's making music solely for your benefit and the entitlement that comes with it is wild#not surprised at all she deleted#got involved with online communities for her music as one would with an artist they really enjoy#and the batshit takes just turned me off it so completely#would love to engage with people who like her music who are NOT so holier than thou inflated sense of self importance#just because an artist opens up to the public sphere and puts their work out/interacts personally w fans online does not mean u own them#why do so many people act like this with up and coming artists#genuinely baffling#like ik her username was mothercain but do u not see how bassackwards and parasocial coming into the inbox of a stranger#and proceeding to call them 'mother' is
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break up with your boyfriend
Yandere trans!fem cheerleader x fem reader
It was so shittily made but I need to pump out more fics or else my blog will die. Thank you all for 1k followers though! I'll rewrite this in the future maybe
Tw: mentions of blackmailing, nsfw, slight breeding kink, batshit crazy girlfriend,not proofread, another oc mentioned!?đș
đEva saccharine has been your girlfriend since she first started transitioning. You helped her style her hair, do her nails, pick her clothes, find good makeup, anything she needed to feel like the real her. So when freshman year rolled in, it came as no surprise to you she fit right in with the clique.
đOfcourse you had your fears she'd choose them over you but that wasn't the case, because she'd make you eat lunch with them and sit on her lap, not so subtly humping your ass while talking all about cheer practice
đïžboys wanted to date her, girls wanted to be her. She just wanted you, to just be the two baddest bitches on the block. It didn't matter if you were just like her or the complete opposite, she gushed over you. Praising you for being her good girl, her sweet little princess, her obedient pocket pussy-
đbut at this current moment? She was busy bullying your insides, forcing her fat cock into your slippery hole as she held you steady by your waist. Biting and groaning everytime she'd feel you squeeze that certain spot on her dick
"fu-uuckkk.. baby cakes, 'yer squeezin' me so goood.. ah.. hah.. you wouldn't mind if I pumped a few babes into your tight cunny right? Wanna be my baby mama?"
đthat made you squeeze tighter, holding onto the bedsheets for dear life. She had you face down, ass up and damn near breaking your back with how hard she was going. Hearing the normally composed and playful eva turn into a drooling pussy-drunk mess had you feeling butterflies, just going plap play plap-
đïžlet's just say, by the end of it, you couldn't walk for days afterwards. But no amount of hickies and perfume would be able to scare away a rather persistent guy. He was on the football team, star quarterback, rich asshole. sam white. Eva hated his guts, he thinks he can just waltz in and steal her bitch? Not on her watch.
đthis little feud had been going on for a while, and more times than you could count you've been caught in the crossfire. Though it was kinda funny, seeing them screeching insults at eachother and bickering. Eva would sassily flick her blonde hair and grab you by the collar of your neck, Dragging you away while Sam hooted and hollered at your retreating form
đyou never questioned her morbid fascination with anything horror or paranormal related. She was just obsessed with regular girl things. wanting you to help her summon a demon once, but you aren't that stupid, making blood pacts with them could result in very unsavory ending's and you quite cherished your soul and body
đïžEva has more than one account on different social medias, pretending to be multiple different people and Stalking your posts. She'd slide into your dms and flirt, seeing if you'd really cheat on her. She's so happy when you instantly block the account, guess you'll survive not being sent to her basement for another week
đshe has the audacity to grab a frilly pink pen and make you wear clothes that purposely shows off what she wrote. In bright bold lettering, Eva's little cum dump ⥠. Maybe she'll let you bring a jacket, only if you beg her really hard with those big doe eyes she loves. She put a collar and leash on you too
đdon't try breaking up with her, she takes 'they go low, I go lower" to another level. Threatening to post pictures of you in rather compromising positions. When did she record all of this? Who knows. She won't refrain from spreading nasty rumors of you that just force you to come sobbing into her arms, if you try and get comfort from somebody else she won't hesitate to eliminate them. Don't you see? She's the final girl, and you're her love Interest
"I told you not to run pretty baby.. now look what you've done. I gotta fix your mess up~.."
moral of the story: be a loyal loving girlfriend and she'll spoil you rotten with her daddy's black card â„ïž
#Not so subtle hints of turning this into a three fic series#queenie ocs#yandere x reader#queenie writes#yandere x darling#ocs#yandere#Yandere oc x reader#Yandere female#Female yandere#Yandere girlfriend x reader#x fem!reader#x female reader#X afab reader#Yandere female x afab reader#Trans yandere x reader#TF4F#wlw#Yandere smut#Tw breeding kink#Eva saccharine#Sam white#yandere fem!oc x reader#Yandere cheerleader x reader#tw yandere#yandere blog
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Goo Kim x Reader: Cat
G/N. Silly. Fluffy.
"You lil shit!" Goo yelps, sharply retreating.
It's a millisecond too late. His reflexes are beat. Fresh scratch marks litter his hand.
Eyes narrowing behind his glasses, he snarls "I'll kill y-"
And is cut off by another swipe, missing his face by a whisker.
"Yeah sorry he does that, he's a menace." You're half apologetic, half grinning that your other menace, the newly acquired blonde delinquent, has finally met his match.
It's an adversary Goo never expected: your fluffy little feline companion.
Goo's not heartless, okay? He's not completely resistant to cute charms (yours, for example). One second the cat had rolled over, exposing its impossibly soft and fluffy belly and who was Goo to turn down such an adorable invitation?
It turns out that the belly was as soft and fluffy as it looked.
For a brief moment, Goo and your cat were mutually (or so he had thought) enjoying the experience... The next-
Well.
Shit. This hurts.
He's had way worse directed at him, yet he didn't expect those little tiny claws to sting so goddamn much. Goo knows you shouldn't harm animals. Still, he couldn't help asking-
Nursing the scratches on his beautiful skin, "I can't kick it right?"
Judging from the glare you gave him, it's very much a no.
.
.
The cat is out to get him.
If cats were capable of plotting and scheming, which this one is, it absolutely is trying to get rid of the other being now taking up your time.
(No, Goo is not batshit and paranoid, thank you.)
Goo eyes the cat with distrust, currently purring in your lap.
"Sweetheart, I wanna put my head there!" he whines, and is given nothing but a chuckle in response as if he's joking.
To add insult to injury, he swears that stupid cat smirked at him too.
.
.
"No, not yet," You push Goo off you, the playful kisses now having taken a distinctly non-playful, and very much hot and heavy turn.
Readjusting his glasses, "Huh, why?"
"My catâs there," You nod somewhere over his bare shoulder, and his head turns to follow your eye line.
That stupid cat is right fucking there.
"Shoo him out, sweetheart," Goo murmurs, lips grazing against your neck once more.
"I feel bad."
Goo stops. Looks at you with an arched eyebrow. Barely manages to repress a disgruntled sigh.
You know you sound crazy, and you know your cat won't hold it against you. Nevertheless, with a grimace, you tell him, "It's his bedroom too!"
.
.
Turns out it is the cat's bedroom, and also the cat's apartment.
Which it showed by arching his back and hissing everytime Goo appeared in his periphery.
Perhaps only when Goo was with you, did the cat tolerate his presence. Then you got called away for a couple weeks and Goo, like a lovesick idiot, offered to stay and look after your pet for you.
Now with him just on his own, he is proving to be very much an unwanted guest in claimed territory.
Luckily, the hostility and hissing from both sides calmed down after the first few days, eventually turning into an uneasy truce.
Only after feeding the cat, and offering treats (not that Goo wanted to, it was only under your instructions) during the first week did it seem to accept the blonde's presence. As if it somehow knows that this idiot is its final defence before starvation.
So the cat tolerates Goo, even if it is still a bit frosty and begrudging.
.
.
The most unexpected and surprising point though, arrives towards the end of your absence.
Soft meows stirs Goo from his slumber.
He wakes in time to see the cat pounce onto the bed, kneading his paws into your pillow.
"You miss Y/N?" He asks, and receives another meow.
It sounds distinctly like a yes. All frostiness, in the quiet darkness, has melted away.
"Me too," he murmurs.
Maybe it's because Goo is almost asleep again and his defences are down, or maybe they both just miss you. But when he reaches out to stroke the cat's head, he receives, for the first time, a purr.Â
A low rumbling, contentment. Gentle pressure, nudging against his palm.
Finally-Â
A shared understanding as they both eagerly await your return.
#god i absolutely love this old panel of goo. the swagger and confidence#lookism#lookism headcanons#lookism x reader#lookism hc#lookism webtoon#lookism manhwa#goo kim#goo kim x reader#kim joongoo#kim joongoo x reader#wannaeatramyeon
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part3 of toxic!sukuna , prt1 , prt2
this one is kinda freaky..
not proof read
@hazzelle-kento for the idea !! thank youđ this might turn into a series ..
â- predator/pray dynamics , size kink , overstim (cant help myself) , stalking , fem!waitress!reader, batshit crazy!sukuna, slight misogyny , degradation, non-con>dub-con , possessive themes , body shaming , hair pulling , name calling , unprotected secs (wrap your willy pls)
thinking about toxic!sukuna and his inability to keep you off his mind. the way you cuss him out because he didn't put up dishes like you asked. or the way you stare him down when he doesn't take his shoes off before entering the house.
thinking about toxic!sukuna, who denies that you actually want to break up with him. who said you couldnt break up with him.
why would you break up with him when he didn't do anything?
thinking about toxic!sukuna, who is just so unaware of the toxic things he did. restricting what you wear and who you go out with. lashing out at you when he asked a simple question. brushing you off when he came back late and smelled like alcohol.
thinking about toxic!sukuna, who told you a top looks horrible on you. that it wasn't your color, and it was too tight, making you look fat. all because he wanted you to change.
thinking about toxic!sukuna, who heard your sniffles from the other room but wanted to hear more of them. just because he's mean
thinking about toxic!sukuna, who is in denial and in complete confusion when you put a restraining order on him
thinking about toxic!sukuna, who claims he never put any hands on you.
thinking about toxic!sukuna, who quite literally has internal conflicts on what to do. leave you alone, let you have your space youve been complaining about or come pounding on your door and fuck you to sleep.
thinking about toxic!sukuna who wouldn't respect any boundaries you've made and would invade your personal space.
thinking about toxic!sukuna, who would contact you even when you blocked him on everything. instagram, SMS, twitter, tiktok, snapchat, facebook, google chat, EMAIL, yet the man still finds a way to messsge you.
' you still mad ? '
thinking about toxic!sukuna who doesn't care about your feelings at all. about how he only wants you for your mind- or for your body.
thinking about toxic!sukuna would try and corner you on your way back from a third shift at your work.
thinking about toxic!sukuna, who literally dreams about chasing you and making you love him again.
thinking about toxic!sukuna, who tries to explain that he's right wrong and that he only wants you.
thinking about toxic!sukuna, who wants to be in every part of your mind. he wants to corrupt you, break you in, and make you maleable. just for him and his dirty pleasures.
thinking about toxic!sukuna, who succeeds in his dreams of chasing you.
why would you ever want to run from him?
thinking about toxic!sukuna, who chased you down the alleyway with you screaming at him to leave you alone.
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"get the hell away from me, you damn psychopath! youre fucking crazy! you stalk me, message me, call me- i dont want anything to do with you, Ryomen!" the sounds of your shrill voice bounce off the dry walls on either side of you.
he followed you from your work to the little 'short-cut' home, and now he got you cornered in a deadend. you had black wedges and a skirt on- courtesy of your uniform regulations.
of course, he knew where you worked, why wouldnt he?
"come back baby, you know better." he snickered. his taller form was hiding by the darkness of the alleyway as it was well past 11PM.
you shuffled through your purse in search of something to defend yourself. pepper spray, a pocket knife, maybe keys. but came up empty.
why would you need to defend yourself anyway?
it sounded like his footsteps got closer as your movements were more frantic in trying to find something to fight Ryomen off with. you hand came in contact with your phone, and you raised it above your head before looking up and straight into the eyes of the devil himself.
"what are you looking for-" he asked in your face, his breath washed over you. as your nerves spiked, you threw your hand down so your phone came in contact with his forhead. "argh- you stupid cunt!" he grunted out as his face contorted in straight fury and disbelief.
did you... just strike him?
you stomped on his foot with your heel, and you earned another pained groan. you immediately went around him to run off, run into someone to help you, run into the light- something. you ran, your wedges rendering your full ability to move, but you had to make due.
your phone layed cracked at the back of the alleyway but atleast you had your purse? the entrance of the alleyway came closer than before, and you made it about 2 full steps into the light of the streetlight before a rough hand pulled you back by the hair.
"no- no, oh my damn, let go, Ryomen!" you screamed in frustration. his other hand came in, covered your mouth before taking your struggling body and pushing you against the wall.
why would he let you go when he just got you back?
he held you there, his face red and burning by the way you swung at him without hesitation. his eyes didnt lie, and they were filled with hatred but longing.
"youre mine, im not letting you go." he growled into your face after his let his stinging grip away from your hair. his hand ran down his face and he sighed loudly, "you are just as predictable as any other woman." he looked bored.
"you hit me, step on my foot, and then try to run?" he asked. your eyes stung when he pressed your head harder into the concrete wall.
"sounds like you need to lean your place again, yeah?" he concluded.
his hand moved from covering your mouth to grabbing your chin roughly and forcing you to look at him. "been out of check for a while. ignoring me, blocking me, avoiding me, wanting to take a break from me? i think you have lost your mind, baby" he said as his fingers forced their way more into your skin.
"leave me alone-!" you tried to say before he pushed you roughly on the ground, you hit your tail bone, and he came in between your distraught legs and leaning over you. his rough hands came in contact with your body, tugging and pulling on your clothes. he ripped your blouse, and the bottons popped everywhere. he flipped uo your skirt so the waist band was up your tummy.
why would he leave you alone when you just look edible.
"ryomen- i asked you for a break for a reason!" you screamed at him as you tried to cover your body. you tried to grasp the last bits of your dignity, but as soon as he cupped your cunt through your underwear, it was left for good.
why would you ever want a break from him..?
the chase from the back of the alleyway and the adrenaline from him holding you against the wall made you wet. it turned you on that he was willing to chase and catch you.
he smirked as he slid your underwear to the left and slid a thick finger in between your soaked fold before finding your clit and pressing harshly into the little nub.
"uhh-" you groaned at the feeling, he went hard and rough, not caring if it didnt hurt or not. you squirmed as your hips jerked and tried to scoot away from the stimulation.
he put his other hand on your hip, pulling you close as his fingers dipped lower and probbed at your entrance. "youre about to be in for a ride, you little bitch." he growled and forced his two dry fingers into your cunt, immediately finding your g-spot and abusing it.
your back arched as your thighs came up to your chest and closed around his arm, "Ryomen- please! I cant do this.." you whined out as your hips grinded against his fingers.
he smirked over you as you whined and arched your back, "cmon' cunt- cum for me" he demanded. he pressed a thumb into your clit, rubbing it as he fucking your cunt wet.
as you were recovering from one of your intense orgasams, he looked over you. his eyes drifted from your blissed out face to your shivering torso to your trembling thighs and hips. he licked your liquids from his fingers and slotted himself between your thighs.
why would you ever leave him when he is just perfect for you?
"time for the main event, yeah baby?" he snickered and started unbuckling his pants, unzipping them and pulling his underwear under his ballsack. he grabbed your calf and held it up by his head as he leaned in and stuffed his face into your sweaty neck.
his large mushroom tip nudged your entrance, and you tensed up as he started to push in. he was reforming your insides just to match around him, "cmon, whore... take it all.." ryomen groaned into your neck. he resisted the urge to bite into you as he listened to your sobs.
he raised back on his haunches when he bottomed out and quickly set a rough pace. your pleas and little whines only egging him further the more your worked up.
he let go of your leg to rest on his shoulder and started to grope your tits, kneeding them in one hand while tweaking one in another.
"youre being rough, ryomen! ugh- be gentle.." you whimpered. he shook his hand as he smirked and started to actually plunge into you. thrusting his hips and pulling you back by your tits as leverage.
plap! plap! plap! was the wet sounds of his balls hitting your ass.
he only sped up as he got lost in the pleasure, chasing his and fucking you complete stupid. your neck stretched as you felt another orgasm take over you and your mind felt blank. only thinking about ryomen, ryomen, dick, dick, ryomen.
he saw your face and shook his head and took one hand from your tits to the front of your head and forced your head to look at where hes fucking you open at. your back in an awkward yet painful position as you started to groan.
"you can't escape me, your morsel. you belong to me! i will kill you before you ever get any other thoughts of trying to leave me again. I control you. You are mine."
left unfinished cs ive gotten lazy and unmotivated. let me know what you think !!
toxic!sukuna part 1
toxic!sukuna part 2
revenge on toxic!sukuna
@aizawasbarb
#sukuna smut#sukuna ryomen smut#sukuna x reader#ryomen x reader#toxic sukuna smut#toxic sukuna#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#sukuna ryomen x reader#jjk sukuna#sukuna ryomen x you#ryomen smut#jujustu kaisen x reader smut#toxic jjk#toxic x reader#sukuna x black reader#x black reader
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how bada would handle being in public with her s/o
requested: yep!
genre + content: headcanons, gn!reader, me being delusional, lower case intended (I'm annoying, I know and im sorry), unedited because I can't be bothered
warnings: none i believe, just fluff!
I still don't really understand the term, but I think I could describe a romantic relationship with bada as 'private but not a secret.'
she wouldn't want to keep you a secret, but she's also aware of the strife being in the public eye can cause, so how much/how little she reveals about the relationship is completely up to you.
and believe me, she tries so hard to keep her mouth shut about you, but sometimes it proves a bit too difficult.
hell, your relationship being revealed to the public was a complete and utter accident. bada was on instagram live as usual, and one of the comments had asked her for a tmi. she thought for a moment, before remembering that you had gifted her the very hoodie that she was wearing.
bada didn't even notice the comments going absolutely batshit at the mention of her having a partner, too focused on how much the hoodie smelled like you.
cue a now wide eyed bada watching a myriad of comments shocked at her statement fly in at lighting speed, as she slowly realises what she just said.
you bet your ass that she ended the live at that moment, entering to your shared apartment and flopping onto you immediately, squeezing any part of you that her hands could reach, she needed the comfort right now. when you ask her what happened, she begs you to promise to not get upset (which can't be promised but you do it anyway to ease her mind)
she realises a statement of sorts on her instagram, asking for the respect of her fans for your relationship and turns off her phone after posting it, cuddling with you and trying to sleep the day away.
from then on, you and bada start going out together more frequently, since you're no longer so well hidden anymore, you might as well enjoy this new found freedom. fans and paparazzi being outside of any location that bada is in is a given, but its still alot for you to take in.
bada always has a hand on you when you're out together, she just needs to know that you're close and that you're okay. whether it be a hand a hand on your waist or shoulders, a hand around your wrist or holding yours, it eases her. but she prefers you walking in front of her so she can have you in her vision also so she can check you out, two birds, one stone
call her a bit possessive (and you'd be correct) but she also likes when you wear something of hers over your outfit when you're in public, like a hoodie or a jacket.
as for interviews, she mentions you passively, usually by accident once again. but she will never take the bait if an interviewer tries to pry into the deeper parts of your relationship. she values intimacy with you far too much.
overall, your relationship is sacred to bada, and she earnestly tries to keep it under wraps as much as possible, although she may not be the best at that, since she also desperately wants to show you off. so basically, you get the best of both worlds.
#bada lee x reader#bada x reader#bada imagine#bada#bada lee fic#bada lee fanfiction#bada lee smut#bada lee x y/n#bada lee#bada lee swf#swf2 x reader#bada lee swf2#swf2#bada angst#bada fanfic#bada lee fluff
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bit of a niche request but older johnny getting you an engraved tag/pendant to show others that youâre his? i just think it would be so cute if he did that đ«Ł could be vaguely nsfw if you wanted ok im running away now bye!!!! đââïžđš
dark star!older!johnny cage > mine all mine
warnings: ohhhhh evil sick and twisted and fucked up dark star johnny but hes the DILF THIS TIME!!!
notes: someone put me down where i stand im going batshit insane.,. also sorry this is small i only have so many ideas in my chrome dome.,. more fics otw if this gets received well :3
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âą older johnny is more emotionally mature than our usual dark star younger counterpart, he's just more... possessive.
âą he was a fine man before he met you, kind and honest with a pretty smile, toned down after his youth escaped him, but you sparked some kind of life in him that ate away at everything he considered to be good about himself. you needed to be marked up, labeled, tacked to a wall with his name painted across your body or he'd lose it.
âą johnny's intentions were pure at first but had gone completely unchecked, letting him spiral into madness at the thought of losing you. he knew he was an attractive star, it was others he was worried about. you were his.
âą dog tags with his name, necklaces, anklets, rings, clothes with your anniversary stitched into the sleeve, this man will give you anything that shows off you're together. matching outfits are a must when you're able to dress up, and he will happily throw you every credit card under his name to get your hair and nails done. all you have to do is make a passing comment about being in disrepair and he's already licking his thumb to count the cash in his wallet.
âą johnny's a tracker, always worried you'll be lost to him at any given moment. location sharing apps, maybe a tracker or two in your car... not that you knew they were there.
âą hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the large crowd that's more focused on him anyway. he becomes animalistic, unironically baring his teeth at those who spare an extra glance at your form in that pretty dress he splurged on for you. his grip on your back turns into fisting the fabric, bunching it up between his fingers as he contains his anger.
âą wants you to be no more than his trophy. even if you're functional and capable, johnny insists to be the sole provider of everything. everything. you barely have to lift a finger for the rest of your life. trying to offer otherwise may result in an argument that digs at his ego.
âą to everyone else, you're the ideal couple. he's a hard worker, dedicated, strong, loyal, and literally so jaw-droppingly fine. you'd know he has a nasty side, one he fights to keep between the two of you.
âą "you don't need me," he hisses through gritted teeth. "you think i'm just some weak man, can't provide for my woman? is that what you think?" his arms are crossed, looming over you with a foul expression. "what part of 'i'll take care of everything' is so hard to understand? it's like you try to test me."
âą unlike mk1 dark star johnny, this version is focused solely on your pleasure during sex. for once, he feels irrelevant, drunk on your whimpers and squirms under his big arms. he hones in easily into your cunt, his fingers buried deep inside and pumping to the point of pain. if his arm is cramping, he's not feeling it. he's too occupied trying to make you cum... again... and again...
âą you're all he lives for. you're above cassie, above the special forces, leagues above earthrealm as a whole. you're his universe, his oxygen and everything that keeps him alive. if anyone or anything spares a passing thought about harming you, or worse, taking you away from him, johnny would fully consider falling to darker tactics and morals to keep you by his side.
#mortal kombat#mortal kombat x reader#johnny cage#johnny cage x reader#johnny cage smut#mortal kombat smut#mk11
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Fake Boyfriend - Matt Sturniolo
summary : out with your best friend, matt, you both run into your toxic ex. matt pretends to be your current boyfriend.
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You and your best friend were now at the mall after deciding to go on a little fun shopping trip. You were just going to mainly browse, occasionally picking out a few things you both really liked, then go to get food.
Matt was walking beside you, holding yours and his bags, waiting for you to decide on what to eat. That was a struggle within itself, seeing as you're incredibly indecisive.
"I don't know why you're making me choose! You know I literally can't pick, Matty." You exclaim with a slight chuckle.
Matt shakes his head with a grin, "But you can though. You just won't."
"I'm actually physically incapable of it." You argue, causing him to burst out laughing, which led to you laughing with him.
"You're so dramatic, girl." He playfully rolls his eyes, before pointing directly ahead of you both. "We're getting Sbarro."
"Great!" You beamed at his undeniably easy decision. "Was that so hard?"
He stops in his tracks and gapes at you in disbelief, appalled at your audacity. "Apparently, it was. You quite literally act like it's the end of the world if you have to pick anything. I'm surprised you were able to choose what to wear today."
"It took me a good half hour." You sheepishly smiled, laughing at his bewildered expression.
"You're insane, kid." He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the food court. "Find a table, and I'll get our food?"
You hum in agreement, taking the bags from him. It only took a second to find a table away from the other people indulging in their food. You sat down, placing the two bags on the ground at your feet. While you waited for Matt to return, you just pulled your phone out to keep you occupied.
Your peacefulness was soon interrupted, not only a minute later. The sound of a deep voice clearing their throat, caught your attention. Your eyes trailed from their feet, up their body, meeting their eyes last.
It was your ex-boyfriend.
You had prayed to every God you could think of to never have to deal with this man again. Once you broke up, you cut ties with him completely, wanting nothing to do with him ever again. Of course, the universe had other plans.
"Long time, no see." He grins at you, as if you guys were old friends.
You couldn't help the expression that fell on your face, your eyebrows furrowed as you scrunch your nose in disgust. You were actually repulsed by him.
"What do you want?"
"Wow, that's harsh." He feigned hurt. "I miss you, Y/N."
His last statement caused a loud cackle to fall from your mouth, "Please be so actually for real, guy."
"Oh, don't be like that babe. I know you miss me and all our good times." He smirked, as if he knew you inside and out.
He couldn't be more far from the truth. Just his presence alone was making you uncomfortable, causing you to physically tense. You two ended on very bad terms, and honestly, at times he scared you. He was literally batshit crazy.
"Hey baby." Matt's voice spoke from the side of you.
Suddenly, your head was turned with soft fingers under your jaw. Not a second later, his lips were planted on yours in a soft and gentle kiss. As shocked as you were, you still kissed him back. As if you both got lost in the way your lips perfectly molded together, a scoff brought you both to reality and you pulled away.
"Who's this chump?" Y/E questions, his face full of anger.
"I'm her boyfriend if you must know. Kick rocks, kid." Matt glares, stepping slightly in front of you.
Y/E doesn't waste another breath before he's off in another direction. Matt sits in front of you, placing the tray of food on the table. Your eyes were wide, your mouth slightly agape, staring at him in silence. Once he noticed your state, he cleared his throat.
"I, uh.. Sorry, about that. I could see how uncomfortable you were, and it was honestly the first thought that came to my mind. Sorry, if I, you know, overstepped and made you more uncomfortable."
You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly feeling incredibly dry. "Why was that your first thought?"
He looked like a deer in headlights as he thought about what to say. He knew he couldn't lie to you, you could read him like a book. So, despite the anxiety that coursed his veins and made him sick to his stomach, he responded, truthfully.
"I guess because I think about it a lot."
Your eyes widened even more if that was possible, flickering around before landing back on him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
He sighs and gives you a look, "Alright, be for real. I think it's obvious how I feel about you."
Your lips turned upwards in an innocent smile, and you had to bring them into your mouth to prevent yourself from cheesing like a goofball. With a look of confusion, you replied, "Please do explain."
"You're so unserious." He laughs, shaking his head, but still elaborates, "I'm in love with you and everything about you, you dork."
Hearing that come out of his mouth had you ecstatic. It was like something within you ignited, and you couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. Your eyes shone with happiness as you stared at him. Without a word, you leaned forward, your hands reaching over and pulling him closer to you by his chain. Your eyes gazed into his, reading into every emotion displayed, hoping yours were showing the same.
They were.
Closing the gap between you, he leaned forward once more, smashing his lips onto yours. It was still soft, but passionate. As cliche as it sounds, his kiss set your whole body on fire. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss as your stomach danced with butterflies.
Once you pulled away, your eyes connected once again. "I'm in love with you too, you goof."
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a/n : yuck, was this cringe? my first lil imagine or whatever. def not proofread, sorry bby <3 anywhooo, request whatever!
#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#sturniolos#fluff#relationship#matthew sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x you#matthew sturniolo x you#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#imagine#fanfic#one shots#requests#lustfulslxt
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eyeless jack headcannons :O can be sfw or nsfw <3
thank you anon I NEED THIS MAN. i need all 4 of his legs in front of my face. -SEXYPAPINOQUE
SFW !!
ik this is probably one of the most popular headcanons but heâs warm. Heâs THE heated blanket everyone needs during the middle of winter. Heâs usually warmer in places people wouldnât normally touch or go near. Like his armpits for instance but thatâs ok cause heâs comfortable with you being THAT close to him and on top of that heâs not musty!! yay!
best head massages known to man. those longs nails of his make you foam at the mouth when he slides them through your hair, on your scalp and the back of your neck.
very clean. like VERY. he cannot stand having a cluttered space especially when itâs his work area weâre talking about. he doesnât go batshit crazy tho if his room has like 2 socks on the floor đ just doesnât like to be surrounded by complete filth. Even tho he canât work well in small spaces given his physical appearance and amount of equipmentâ he reminds himself to clean as he goes.
responsible but only for himself and you ofc. His reasoning for this is because heâs grown, toby is grown and so is jeff plus the others so he shouldnât have to tell a 23 yr old to clean up after himself or wipe the toilet after he pisses cause he didnât aim in the toilet.
always pampers you and chooses you over anyone else. sometimes he end up favoring your priorities over his own and forgets to do important things for himself. You wouldnât even have to tell him because heâll snap back to reality once he realizes he hasnât done a chore or task he told himself heâd do.
like the cool older brother or the older brothers cool friend who takes you to the store and buy things for your mom when sheâs cooking dinner
speaking of cooking, he canât make anything past a traditional american breakfast dish (eggs, bacon, toast, grits or rice) other than that heâll warm up a corn dog or reheatable pancakes in the microwave
if he has tomatoes on his burger snd he knows u like tomatoes heâll give them to you. Heâd give you a whole jar of pickles and drink the pickle juice (vice versa if u love pickle juice as much as me)
he stands in front of the tv likes heâs made of glassđ
DRAGS you by your arm, shirt, or ear if he even slightly thinks ur gonna get into an argument with anyone, For the sake of you and himself because 1. doesnât want u to fight anyone AND 2. donât want you to get ur feelings hurt. yep
NSFW !!
rmbr when i said i need all 4 of his legs? đ€ yeah heâs got 2 FATASS DANGLING COCKS.
ok letâs keep it realistic, heâs inexperienced but heâs not a vulnerable virgin, he knows what boojaina is, he knows what ur cervix isâ he knows all of it and how much the female body can take.
his dick is wide so 1 inch of his demomic- hybrid 8inch cock takes up the full capacity of ur hole ifykwim.
it looks like heâs always had a boner but itâs just his thick and heavy cocks finally getting a good nights rest when you arenât around.
Loves when you trace the veins on his cock and kiss his ugly circumcised scar on both his cocks. See i can get all into detail about the scar but yâall probably would get turned off. ANYWAYS
humps you. dry. all night, every night. Your smaller than him, even if someone says your bigâ to HIM your a delicate feather in his hand and he tosses you like a salad gently. He proceeds w caution when he gives you the nasties backshots
idc idcccc ur butt may not be big but when he gives u backshots it sounds like poseidons trident causing hell on sea.
horny dog?? nah horny bear. He literally locks you both up in his room or office and breeds you heavily like heâs trying to form a football team.
#creepypasta#creeepypasta headcanons#slenderman#creepypasta smut#eyeless jack smut#eyeless jack headcanon#eyeless jack#ej creepypasta#jack nyras
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Icarus Part 18
Hey, guys! I'm back!!! I had a great and very productive hiatus, the results of which can be found here.
But tl;dr is that this story is complete, so it will be regularly updated on Sunday until it's done. Then I will release the story that started this all "The Rise of The Fallen" in two parts, also on Sundays. Which will take us all the to December, if you can believe it.
I'm still working on the other stories and at least The Hellfire Exotic Club (stripper), The Caged Bird Still Sings (sugar!baby), and Of Butterflies and Backstrokes (Olympic swimmer) are all going to be fairly long so that should be exciting. Then I'll be working on the fun little game show story now called "A Love Connection". Which won't come out until one of the others ends. Sorry. But WIP Wednesday will show you teases of it until then.
I recommend rereading the previous chapter to refresh your memory and away we go!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17
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Steve was riding on the best high. Their next song was âKiss the Boys/Kiss the Girlsâ. The song was about finding love in whatever form that took. With a full verse on non-binary folks, despite the title. There was nothing in the world that could compare to crowds screaming your name. It didnât even matter that the name they were screaming wasnât Steve, it was Abbadon.
He stumbled into the green room that had all their stuff in it. Corroded Coffin had taken the stage and him and his boys were relaxing with their masks off, Hopper at the door.
âIâve never been so nervous in my life!â Shane said after downing an entire water bottle. âThat crowd was massive! And diverse! Usually we just get college aged kids but there were literal kids out there and old time rockers too.â
âShit, yeah,â Spence said, pushing his hood off his head to splash a little water on his head. He didnât have a spotlight on him but wearing all black still made for a hot set.
Shane laid down on the floor, sprawled out spread eagle. âIs this is what real fame is like?â
Steve slid off the chair he was sitting in, to sit next to him. âGod, I have such mixed feelings about that if it is. Because the energy was off the charts and Iâm pretty sure I sung my heart out...â
âBut you arenât sure you keep up with it for the whole tour?â Simon asked quietly.
Steve threw his head back to rest on the seat of the chair. âYeah. I donât want to burn out before I turn thirty, you know?â
âYou should talk to Eddie about what they do not to burn out,â Spence suggested. âBecause theyâve been doing this for ten years and longer tours than this.â
Steve hummed his agreement.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. âCeleste, incoming,â Hopper muttered, before opening the door.
Anyone in view of the door, put their mask over their face and then off again when the door closed behind their manager.
âGood job, guys,â Robin said cheerily and sat down on the floor between Shane and Steve. âI just got off the phone with Vickie and she says social media is going batshit insane about the song and Steveâs intro. And itâs good. Like really good. There are some assholes, but it seems that even the media and music critics are calling it the next gay anthem.â
âWhat are they saying?â Simon asked, sitting up on the sofa and scooting to the edge.
Robin grinned. âThis is my favorite one: Heaven is where the assholes are, we always knew all the good people were in hell. Keep up the good work, Abbadon and all of the rest of The Fallen. From Metallicaâs official Twitter.â
The room was deathly silent for all of two seconds before they all erupted into gleeful screams. They all jumped on her and started hugging her tightly.
âGet off me! Get off me!â she shrieked. âYouâre all sweaty and gross!â
They deliberately smeared themselves all over her before they got off, giggling like children.
âBoys!â she huffed dramatically. âSo gross. I swear you lot donât grow up you just get older.â
Steve leaned over and gave a huge kiss on the cheek. âProbably, but you wouldnât love us if we were any different.â
Robin swiped her cheek in an exaggerated fashion. âMaybe, but boys are still gross.â She went on to tell them all things that Vickie was sending her about the worldâs reaction to the song.
Then after a while she bumped into Steveâs shoulder. âGo on. I know you want go watch some of the show, Iâll hold down the fort here.â
Steve smiled at her and gave her shoulder a squeeze. He got to his feet and put his mask back on. After checking to make sure no one was in view, he knocked on the door for Hopper to let him out.
Once the door closed, Robin let out a long sigh. âI worry about those two.â
âWho?â Shane said, sitting up for the first time. âSteve and Eddie? Why?â
She nodded, pulling her knees up to her chest and tucking her chin between her knees. âBeing in the closet is hard. And I know Abbadon has come out, but heâs still in the âclosetâ as it were about his identity and Eddie and Steve having to hide their relationship on top of Steve hiding who is... letâs just say that great relationships then theirs have crumbled under the pressure.â
The room was silent as they all took that in.
âAre we just doomed from having relationships?â Spence asked. âAre we all destined to be lonely?â
Simonâs lips quivered. âI hate that I have all these women throwing themselves at me but they really donât care whoâs under the mask.â
âI hit up every gay bar in every city we tour in as me,â Shane muttered picking at the skin around his nails, âand I donât know if itâs worse they donât know who I am than if I had gone as Astraeus.â
âIâm trying to have a girlfriend,â Spence said bitterly, âbut all I can tell her is that I travel for work. And yeah itâs new enough she isnât asking as what, but how much longer can I dodge that question?â
Robin let out another sigh. âI know, and itâs not as though I can really date either. Are they dating the goofy lesbian Robin, or the sophisticated fashion plate, Celeste? But with Eddie I think Steve has it harder.â
âItâs because Eddie is famous, huh?â Simon asked, sliding off the sofa to sit next to Shane on the floor.
Spence got up and curled up around Shane. Robin inserted herself into the pile and they just cuddled until the show was over.
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Steve wanted to be on that stage more than anything, just singing with Eddie, happy and free. But he was Abbadon right now and while he might get away with it, Steve didnât feel comfortable with the not being able to kiss his boyfriend senseless.
He waited until the itâs almost time for the encore before he slipped back into the green room. Everyone else is already changed and gone. Itâs just Robin as Celeste waiting for him.
âHow did he not have a boyfriend before now?â Steve muttered as he pulled on the khakis and blue polo shirt of his âuniform.â
Robin snorted. âFor the same reason you went pretty thin on the dating field. He was hung up on a special someone.â
Steve blushed and ducked his head. âIâm assume you think itâs me.â He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get it lay straight after being hidden under the hood for so long.
Robin got to her feet and leaned down to look him in the eye. âAre you telling me you donât?â
Steve looked away. Robin gently lifted his chin and then held his face her hands. âSteven Kincade Harrington, you listen to me close. You are worthy of love. You are worthy of care. You are worthy of attention. And Eddie Munson is one hundred percent onboard to give all three. Of course he was waiting for you. Any person with eyes can see how much he loves you. Fuck, Simon bristles every time heâs brought up now because instead him being your protector like it used to be, itâs Eddie.â
Steve stared at her with his mouth wide open. âSimonâs jealous of Eddie?â
Robin laughed and kissed his stupid head.
âBabe,â she said fondly. âSpence and Shane have been beating him off with a stick every time Eddie comes around.â
âBut Simon doesnât protect me,â Steve said tilting his head to the side. âI protect him. Heâs so painfully shy outside of the band and heâs always curled up on my lap.â
âPlease tell me you arenât that naive,â she said. âHe is always sticking up for you about your writing, about your singing. When it comes to band stuff Simon is the biggest mama bear of them all.â
Steve blinked at her for a moment and then mouthed the word âOh.â
âYou are such a dingus,â she said shaking her head. âBut youâre my dingus so that evens it out a bit.â
He pushed her playfully. âIâm going to get out there before people wonder where the missing EMT is.â
He slipped out a different way from when he came in and she watched him go. Steve was brilliant at a lot of things, people included. But he always had a blindspot when it came to when other people caring for him.
She sighed and then made her way out of the green room so that Corroded Coffin could unwind now.
Robin passed Chrissy on the way out.
âHey,â Chrissy said with a huge smile. âMy boys want to go afterwards with your boys, you think theyâd be down?â
âOf course they would!â she replied. âAs The Fallen or no?â
Chrissy slapped her palm to her forehead. âShit I forgot. As The Fallen. But they have casual masks to go in right?â
Robin smiled back at her. âItâs fine, of course they have casual masks. Iâll let them know. Itâll have to be much later because they have to be see as normies for a bit before they slip back into The Fallen.â
Chrissy winked and tapped the side of her nose. âI got you.â
Just then all the Corroded Coffin boys came bursting from the stage into the wings, whooping and screaming. They huddled together, arms around each other and counted to twenty.
Once they got to one, Eddie screamed whooped again and all four of them ran back on stage.
Robin blinked at them for a moment. âDidnât they just have an encore?â
Chrissy threw back her head and laughed. âDepending on the city they can do anywhere from two to five encores.â
âHoly shit!â Robin said in genuine awe. âThatâs insane.â
âItâs not even their record,â she said.
Robinâs eyebrows shot up. âThereâs no way.â
âSix in Salt Lake City,â she explained. âJust coming off their third album, the one with eight singles. Which was too many in my opinion but apparently a couple radio stations thought there were a really good deep tracks and played. Then it got around, yaddy yadda. You get the drift.â
âBut six?â Robin asked a little unsure.
Chrissy nodded. âSalt Lake is crazy for that shit though. Iâve heard bands go there if they want their ego stoked.â
âAny bands avoid it for that reason?â Robin giggled.
âI have no doubt there are,â she said with a hum. âMost of the time bands whine about the lack of boobs and booze when they refuse to go back.â
Robin rolled her eyes. âMen are so gross.â
âAgreed,â she replied with a wink. âGo lesbian power.â
Robin fist bumped her. âIâve got to go look like a PA schlep for awhile. Iâll text you when theyâre free.â
âYouâve got it girlie!â Chrissy said.
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Eddie was not pleased that they were at a bar. A bar was the last place he wanted Gareth to be right now.
But he insisted he would be fine and seemed for the most part to be sticking to a cherry coke, but Eddie was keeping an eye on him.
Things were actually going well until...
Astraeus let out a yelp of pain.
Abbadon and Azrael were on their feet in an instant, Asmodeus close behind. There was a little action going on so Eddie couldnât see what happened, but oh boy did he see the aftermath.
Standing behind The Fallenâs bassist was an asshole with his phone up, filming and another guy yanking on Astraeusâ hood.
âGet off of him,â Abbadon hissed. âOr else.â
Abbadon was the shortest of his band, but fuck in that moment, he looked the most intimidating.
The dude with phone scoffed. âOr what? Iâm filming you, you canât do shit.â
Steve let out a huge ear-piercing whistle and yelled, âSecurity!â
The two dudesâ eyes went wide as they turned to scramble away from their table, but ran into two very meaty looking guys flanking Hopper.
âYou two boys going somewhere?â the head of security asked, low and dangerously.
âWe werenât doing anything!â the one dude said. Not the one with the phone, but the one who had pulled on Astraeusâ hood.
âYeah?â he asked. âAnd would these boys say the same?â
The asshole with the phone scoffed. âTheyâre just a bunch of weird, rich assholes, theyâd say whatever.â
âAnd the security cameras wonât show you filming your friend here, yanking on this manâs hoodie?â
The two dudes looked at each in actual fear for the first time.
âAnd by the way, thatâs assault,â Hopper continued to press. âSo unless you want to be arrested, youâll delete that little videos of yours unless you really, really want to broadcast your crime to the internet.â
The guy with the phone had Hopper watch him delete it off his phone.
âGood,â he said, ânow these two gentlemen are going to escort out of the building, a building youâll never be allowed to come back to ever again.â
After Hopper left with the bouncers and the two idiots, Gareth turned to them.
âShit,â he said, âthat was fucking terrifying. Does that happen a lot?â
Abbadon and Azrael exchanged a glance.
âMore than it really should,â Azrael said. âItâs why Ellie designed a hoodie that would be harder to yank off. The trade off unfortunately is that hurts like a bitch when itâs pulled.â
âThat fucking sucks, man,â Jeff said. âThe next round of drinks is on me.â
Eddie nodded, but inside he was screaming. He didnât know that this was something the band experienced at all. And even if he didnât know who they were, that would still freak him out. But it was worse knowing it was Steve that they were doing this to.
Abbadon squeezed his hand under the table. It didnât reassure him, not really, but it was still nice that Steve recognized his turmoil.
The night was a little more subdued after that as the Corroded Coffin boys thought about the implications of what just happened and The Fallen boys because all they wanted was a fun night out and it was ruined.
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Pick a Card- Your True Personality
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Instructions: Take a deep breath, and get rid of all thoughts. Then choose a number or decide by looking at the photo, I don't recommend choosing a pile based off your liking for the celeb in the photos, but do as your heart desires. Let's hope your heart steers you to the right pile
Pile 1:
This most definitely is the pile that attracts a lot of PAC veterans (aka ppl who follow a lot of PAC readers). I'm getting the vibe that you may seek a lot of validation from not only people in your life but from PAC's as well, you can get really offended by negative traits that come up in these types of readings and also likely hate all forms of criticism. You are the type to romanticize life and have an inflated ego, thinking of yourself as on a higher pedestal than others. You guys are above average in the looks department and tend to get what you want using your looks/charm. Your not going to have much trouble attracting a romantic partner, but you will have problems making them stay. You can become quite violent and hysterical when you don't get your way and that can turn your partners off. It's as if ppl will find you attractive but once they get to know you, think your batshit crazy and wish to get going asap. I'm definitely getting the vibe that you act high and mighty and like your the queen/king bee out of deep insecurities. Like a person that gets told their pretty/handsome so they go along with that but lowkey live life not 100% sure that's the case. Not calling you a bully but I do see some case of that, if your not a bully could be that you were a victim of bullying or bullied others in the past. Either way you have some aggressive, bullying ways about you.
You may not hold a healthy view of love, believing that it's your partners duty to love and care for you but you don't have to particularly do anything for them. It's the energy of a person who's married to someone completely unconditionally in love with them, while they're just there for the money/gifts. I do think you take good care of yourself (going to the gym, nails done, hair done, skin care on point, closet full of clothes your size and also smaller sizes that your working out to eventually fit into etc...). Your likely single and not happy about it, although you'll never truly admit it to yourself and neither would you to your friends.
This is the pile that has dealt with a lot of heartbreak and may have turned to a selfish but self conscious attitude to cope with it.
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Pile 2:
Ooooo, very passionate and powerful. Im seeing a duality with the feminine and masculine energy (remind me of Ryujin). You guys may be my favorite, I just get this warm tingly feeling and this random burst of energy (If I could meet with you irl, ik I would love you đ†)
You are very elegant and sophisticated, giving rich girl vibes and if not rich you strive to be (and not in the way almost all ppl strive to be rich but I actually feel like you have set plans in place for yourself, your not fucking around when it comes to you getting what you want). I'm getting this real sense of knowing who you are and what you want so your quite easy to understand, you may speak bluntly and get to the point. The femininity I mentioned before shows itself in how you care for others, you protect your loved ones and you won't hesitate to stand up for those weaker than you or just in a worse off position. It's like yeah you know your Queen bee but you don't think your above others in and of itself , you just know your above certain ideas/actions of others (I mentioned this queen bee energy for pile 1, but they seemed more 'fake it till you make it' types while you seem more relaxed and confident in your own crown and still willing to fix other's crowns). Now for the masculine energy. I keep hearing the saying "I rule with a iron fist", so you guys may be quite stubborn and set in your ways. I'm also seeing a bit of a temper, you guys give such Taurus vibes, but it takes a while for it to really show its head. I don't think you blow up for every little thing but once your temper ignites, there's no putting out the flames until the fire runs its course (I'm seeing Canadian fires, how terrible and drawn out they were, it's the same as your temper).You do hold this view of "I deserve.....", which can help you to have the confidence to go after who/what you want but when your entitlement is extreme/irrational, you can come off as just a pushy asshole.
You definitely have this healing vibe to you along with this innocent love of animals, plushies, kids and all things cute and cuddly. You may talk to your pets (if you don't own a pet, you should, they will bring you a deep sense of peace/happiness). You love to feel like you've fixed people and things, you can become obsessed with helping ppl get out of their troubles and try to tend to their mental/physical health. One thing I will say is I think your the type to love the chase in relationships (you may become obsessed with being with a person who doesn't want you).
Last thing is , you can be quite the chaos bringer. I'm seeing some type of trolling on social media, if not trolling, you could just be quite aggressive with how you write on social media. I'm seeing a lot of hidden actions and secret accounts đ
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This pile has the energy of air signs. Your the type to overanalyze and over think everything. Even when it comes to things that you say, you may think about your words quite carefully before you say them. You may be an empath or bc you analyze ppl so intensely, you can pick up on others emotions/intentions and change the way you speak to fit others state of being (for an example: if a friend was in a depressive state and quite down and out, you would know better than to try to joke around, you would communicate with more kindness in your tone and try to be understanding). You can be quite humble and the humanitarian, wishing to do good for others/society (you have the energy of a therapist).
Your sarcastic and witty, quick with the comebacks and yk how to roast ppl (lol). You could have been a victim of bullying or just grew up in a tough environment and later you learned to stick up for yourself by using your words (insulting your bullies, roasting them etc...). Your words are very powerful, likely magical. Your the type to speak things into existence, so if I were you, I would be careful with what I say (which i think you do anyways, I'm just putting this out to warn you). I do see you can be quite vengeful and you have a mindset of "I'll get them before they get me". This makes you very defensive and hostile at times. Not just that but you have some jealousy issues.
You could be dealing with a break up and your heart is not open to love rn. I do think you do try to stay in a positive mindset but you could end up hiding your pain behind your laughs and smiles. Not really the type of person to deal with your emotional pain head on. You don't like to stay in one place for too long, preferring to move/travel often.
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Pile 4:
You are very much in your power and know your worth. You could be after an unconventional career that many have told you that it could never come to be but you do as you wish not as your told. I'm seeing that your quite an attractive and sexy person, very well shaped body as well (could be quite curvaceous or your obsessed with having curves) but either way you look good. You command a lot of respect and admiration from others. A lot of ppl wish to be you, look like you, or have you. Your very talented in some kind of musical sense, your likely gifted at singing (or your voice is quite enchanting). You express yourself well, a lot of ppl feel compelled by you and the way you speak (you could live in a country where your accent is different from most). You definitely have the power and the influence to get what you want, it's giving 7 rings by Ariana Grande, " I see it, I like, I want it, I got it" đ
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I do think you could be too attached to your looks though, it's like you believe if you gain too much weight or you don't keep/get the curves you desire, Noone would find you attractive. I also see some idolizing of others bodies as well (keep off of social media as much as possible, its okay to post yourself but try not to scroll mindlessly. That fake social media shit gets to you and messes with your spirit). You may have been on your own since a young age, having to learn how to navigate the world and its evils/goods on your own. Your very independent due to this and also street smart.
Your in a stage of your life where you may be sleeping around a lot, playing seductive games, being flirtatious and plainly dating. Your likely viewing love as a game rn, and not taking anyone too serious. (If you are wanting to be more serious with love and attract a committed partner, refrain from sex when you date, your an enticing person so your partner will drive themself crazy trying to please and be with you). Most of you in this pile are just having/looking for fun though so that only pertains to a few of you.
Unfortunately, you may be the type to get into a lot of relationships in which your partner cheats or turns out to be pyscho. This may be the reason why I don't think you believe in 'true + unconditional love' (could be parental issues, childhood trauma as well). Your romantic relationships will be the thing in this lifetime that bring you the most headaches and loneliness
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Pile 5:
I got a vibe that this pile will attract a lot of fans of Niki instead of ppl who actually feels this pile will resonate to them, so those who picked this pile.
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Welcome.
Okay. I feel like your quite young, probably in highschool or college. You've been through a lot in your life, in which at times you've felt abandoned or ostracized. But I think those experiences have made a stronger, more resilient you. You don't play a victim in life (even if you once were) and you don't encourage others in your life to hold onto victim hood as well. You know that you have to persevere through obstacles, not stay stuck in a pity party. You do have some codependency issues, you can be too clingy and hold onto others too tight. You fear others would leave you. You fear disappointing the ones you love. (I feel like you were "the nail that stuck out and was promptly hammered in"). So I think you may have anxiety about standing out too much or appearing too different from others. You have problems with understanding and respecting others boundaries (I just keep seeing an image of you holding onto a person, with strong grip, as they struggle to push you off). Instead of making ppl feel free and relaxed around you, you could make them feel uncomfortable.
Your a very book smart person. You have a fascination with unique things that most ppl would never think about and you come up with the most creative ideas. I think your more of a hoarder of knowledge and that you feel uncomfortable sharing your ideas with others, likely afraid they would laugh at you or say the idea is worthless. I feel like your not entirely moving forward with your life, your still haunted by your past. You could even recall voices of those who've insulted you or said very discouraging things to you and that can cause you to hesitate a lot in life.
I think this the ppl in this pile may be more sensitive and I want to make sure you don't feel hated or like I'm just another person confirming your own worst thoughts. I'm here to tell you to MOVE FORWARD in your life, don't let the haters win, don't hide yourself away. Prosper like the beautiful flower you are and always will be. đ»
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The Make Believe Ms Evans
Chris Evans x Reader
Summary: A PR marriage between Y/N and Chris Evans has skyrocketed their careers but their sex lives has never been this low. Up until now.
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, ass play, swearing.
Part 1
âStay stillâ Marina, my make up artist warns me as she applies my eyeliner. âCanât fuck this up nowâ
âClaire would probably murder youâ I grin as I feel the weight of Marinaâs hand on my cheekbone. âDid you know that you make funny faces when you are doing my make up?â
âItâs my concentration faceâ She winks at me before setting the pen on the table. âThere, all doneâ
âJust in timeâ I whisper as Claire enters the bathroom, a stern look on her face.
âY/N, can you join us in the living room, please?â Claire, my publicist, asks me.
âDependsâ I twist my mouth to the side. âAm I getting lectured?â
âDependsâ She gives me the same look I just gave her. âAre you going to comply?â
âUgh, fine Iâll join youâ I roll my eyes, standing up from my makeup chair. âYou know, you need to stop being so grumpy all the time. Itâs not good for your healthâ
âYeah well thatâs what working for you gets meâ She turns around, guiding me towards the living area of the suite.
I grab the train of my dress before following her steps, making sure not to step over the hem. As soon as I enter the space, I notice Chris standing in front of the mirror, his eyes fixated on his tie, completely oblivious of my presence. I walk pass him, towards the chair next to the window, sitting down gracefully just to make sure my dress remains intact.
âIâm hereâ Polly appears from the adjacent room, a lot of papers in her hand and her phone between her ear and her shoulder. âGotta go, call you laterâ
I take a couple of seconds to look at Chris, his black suit and black shirt hugging his entire frame. I turn my eyes to Polly before Chris can look back. âWhatâs going on?â
âWhat the fuck is going on with you two?â Polly asks as she places her phone down over the coffee table. âAnd why is this the fifth call I receive today about you two?â
âDonât know what youâre talking aboutâ I pout, reaching for a chocolate truffle but setting it down after thinking of the mess I might make of my dress.
âWell, enews is asking if you guys are getting a divorce, people magazine is asking me who cheatedâ Claire snarks back at me.
âWell, we know the answer to that oneâ I smile sarcastically.
âSeriously, Y/N? Youâre still on that shit?â Chris rolls his eyes, running his hand through his hair.
âWhat? She asked and itâs not like I actually careâ I tell him before turning back to Claire and Polly. âBut for real, whatâs up with the questions? We havenât done anythingâ
âYeah, thatâs the problem, you two donât look at each other or even talk to each other during events and people are starting to notice itâ Polly says as she takes a seat across from me. âGuys, we know this wasnât a love match but for fuckâs sake, you guys are actors, try to pretend at leastâ
Chris and I got married about 4 months ago after a lot of campaigning on Polly and Claireâs part. Every since Chris and I did a movie together two years ago, our fame skyrocketed and our teams thought that it would be a great idea if we dated. Or at least we pretended to. But in reality, we hated each other but apparently thatâs what our movie needed since it was an enemys to lovers story. Fans went batshit crazy after a picture of Chris leaving my apartment at 3 am went viral. Truth was, he was there to apologize after a massive fallout we had during shooting. So we pretended to date and our relationship became like crack for the fans. It only took a couple of months before they were selling us the idea of marriage and only an idiot would deny the good press that our relationship brought to our careers, so we agreed.
âShe basically chops my hand off as soon as I even try to step close to herâ Chris waves his hand at me. âTake it up with herâ
âNice, put the blame on meâ I chuckle. âFucking prickâ
âSee, this has to stop if you guys donât want to end up doing lifetime movies for the rest of your livesâ Claire glares at us accusingly.
âIf Iâll put me out of this miseryâ I exhale loudly but soon stop when Claire gives me a stern look. âKiddingâ
âGuys, pleaseâ Polly sighs. âWe know this situation is not ideal but I need you guys to cooperateâ
âFineâ I shrug. âWeâll be more lovey doveys with each otherâ
âChris?â Polly looks up at him with pleading eyes.
âItâs not like I have a choiceâ Chris turns to me. âNo offenseâ
âIâd have to care in order for it to offend meâ I snark back before turning to Claire. âSorry, from now on Iâll be a good wifeyâ
âGod help us allâ Polly looks up at the ceiling as if God can give her any guidance.
***
The limo pulls up right at the edge of the red carpet, flashes and shouts already making me feel anxious. Chris opens up the door from his side and steps out, waving immediately at the people who have turned their attention to our car. He turns to give me a hand, his free hand reaching for the train of my dress.
âThank youâ I whisper as he bends down to spread the train nicely so it can be appreciated in its full glory.
âThatâs what lovey dovey husbands doâ Chris grins as he places a hand just above my butt cheek. âTry not to chop off my handâ
âTry not to tempt meâ I say with a tight smile in my lips.
Chris guides me towards the red carpet, our names being shouted from every angle. With his left hand still on my back, he pulls to his side to pose for some pictures. He then turns to me, leaning in to whisper something in my ear. âPretend I just said something funnyâ
âThatâs hard since I donât have a point of referenceâ I pretend to giggle as Chris hand pinches my skin. âJerkâ
âSee, thatâs why we make a lovely coupleâ He grins down at me, his lips pressed against my temple. âWe are both assholesâ
âChris, Y/Nâ A pap calls our attention âlook over hereâ
We keep posing for a couple of minutes, every once in a while looking at each other and giving a fake smile. After a while, Polly and Claire guide us to the inside of the theater where Chrisâ movie is premiering. Itâs about a war veteran who comes after being presumed dead. It was a heavy movie and it took a big toll on Chris but it all payed off because people where even mentioning his name along the word âoscarâ.
Half way through the movie, after crying a bit over a really hard scene, an almost naked Chris came on the screen, and there was a bunch of gasps heard around the room. Chris looks good, no one could deny it, but this scene in particular really made it difficult for me to not gape at him. It was really intimate and sexy, and it focused on him going down on his estranged wife.
My hands went to the armrests, gripping a bit as Chrisâ mouth hid between his costars legs. Every since we started the agreement, there was no one else. At least on my part. Mostly to avoid gossip. That meant that my sex life was basically non existent, unless anyone counted the vibrator in my bedside table.
A couple of eyes turned to my direction, hoping to see a reaction from me as I watch my husband be so intimate with another woman. I fidget a little in my seat, a warm feeling setting over my abdomen as I listen to Chrisâ moans over the speakers. I need sex. Not with Chris, obviously. Just sex.
âStop movingâ Chris grunts, placing a hand over my shaking thigh. His palm is hot against my skin, making me gulp.
âGet your hand off meâ I grit my teeth, trying hard not to push his hand away.
âYou are moving like a worm and itâs distracting meâ Chris looks down at me before taking his hand away.
âSorry, the dress is too tightâ I lie. I donât want him to think that this is about him.
âWhatever, just stop squirmingâ He almost grins when I send him a death glare. âChildishâ
âIdiotâ I call him through my teeth.
âBoth of you shut up before someone else listensâ Polly pokes her head from Chrisâ side, giving both of us a pointed look.
I huff before settling my back against my chair. Thankfully, the scene is over and my skin has stopped tingling. I manage to put my attention back into the movie, tears forming every once in a while. Soon after, the credits are rolling and everyone is on their feet, clapping at the whole crew.
I stand up and clap along before Claire softly pushes me to Chrisâ side. Biting the inside of my lip, I wrap my arm around his waistline and look up, faking a smile. âPretend that I just said something sweetâ I whisper only form him to hear.
âThatâs hard since I donât have a point of referenceâ Chris grins, throwing my words back at me. âBut Iâll tryâ
***
âGod she is so prettyâ I cry as I stare up at Taylor Swift as she walks around the room. Every since it was announce that she was going to be in the movie soundtrack, I nearly fainted.
âStop being a creepâ Chris gives me a weird look before going back to his whiskey.
After the movie was over, we traveled to the after party to loosen up a bit more and enjoy the cool LA night. I switched my dress before arriving, opting for a short black dress.
âCan you leave me alone? Please?â I try to not to make a face in case anyone is watching.
âTrust me, thereâs nothing that I want more than to be away from youâ Chris says, still holding his glass to his lips.
âYouâd rather be with her?â I ask, reaching for my vodka soda.
âSeriously? Are we going there?â I can see the anger in his hands as it grips the glass. âNothing happenedâ
About a month after the wedding, I started receiving texts and screenshots from one of Chrisâ costars on a film. They were from a conversation between her and Chris and about how they couldnât wait to be alone and fuck each otherâs brains off. I obviously never cared about it out of jealousy but out of anger because he was making me look like an idiot. Claire and Polly had to intervene, so, after she got a deal on a movie thanks to them, the messages stopped coming.
âWhateverâ I roll my eyes before going back to looking around the room. âAt least she was pretty, I would actually murder you if you cheated on me with an ugly personâ
âI didnât cheatâ He exhales harshly, really annoyed with me.
âGlad to see you are not biting each otherâs heads offâ Claire joins us at the VIP table, a glass of white wine in her hand.
âCome back in 5 minutes and weâll seeâ I give her a sarcastic smile. âItâs really temptingâ
âMaybe you should fuck the anger awayâ Polly smirks as she sits next to Claire.
I immediately tense up, remembering that scene from the movie. âIâd rather shave my entire hair and eat it before doing thatâ
Chris laughs, clearly amused by my comment. âAnd they say romance is deadâ
âWhen it comes to this relationship, they are rightâ I flop back down on the couch. âAnyways, enough about our wonderful marriage. I want to dance or do something fun for onceâ
âLetâs goâ Chris stands up, stretching his hand to me. I stare at his hand for a couple of seconds. âBefore I change my mindâ
âYou want to dance with me?â I blink up at him.
âThatâs what couples do, Y/Nâ Chris rolls his eyes before reaching for my hand and forcing my to stand up.
âSo romanticâ Polly teases, earning a giggle from Claire.
âOh shut upâ I glare at them before following Chris to where there are some people dancing.
Taylor has been singing for a while now, the tunes of Dress starting to slither through the speakers. Chris pulls me against his chest, his hand landing on the curve between my ass and my back. People start to turn their attention to us.
âPeople are staringâ I whisper against his jacket.
âIgnore themâ Chris whispers against my ears. âJust remember you have to look like a madly in love wifeâ
âYeah, because thatâs easyâ I chuckle. âIâve never been married before and Iâve never been madly in love eitherâ
âNever?â He asks me, his breath fanning my skin as we sway with the music. âA high school boyfriend?â
âI mean Iâve had boyfriendsâ I explain. âJust never that serious. You?â
âNot really, I mean, I enjoyed my past relationships but never enough to wish to marry themâ Chris spins me around just as Taylor starts singing the chorus.
âAnd yet you married someone you actually hateâ I laugh, seeing the irony.
âYeah, well, at least you are hotâ He pinches my back softly.
âChristopher Robert Evans, is that a compliment?â I fake gasp. He has called me this before. And so have I. Just because we are not particularly fond of each other doesnât mean we are blind.
âDonât let it get to your headâ Chris rolls his eyes. âIâm trying to get along hereâ
âI mean we are making progressâ I look around the room, scanning the crowd. âThis is the longest we have gone without giving each other an insultâ
âDonât tempt meâ He chuckles. âNo but Iâm serious⊠We should try to at least get alongâ
âYeah, I guessâ I bit the inside of my cheeks. We stay pressed against each other, surrounded just by Taylorâs sweet voice and some chatter.
âI never cheatedâ Chris breaks our silence, his muscle tensing under my hands. âI know that I donât owe you an explanation and I know you probably are not going to believe me. But I didnât. I promised to respect you, and I plan on sticking to that promise, fake husband or notâ
I fix my eyes on the button of his shirt, not daring to look him at his eyes. âI know⊠I guess I just chose to believe it to have a reason to hate you. Iâm sorryâ
âOkay, letâs just put that behind usâ Chris relaxes, his back slouching a bit. âWe can be friends, Y/N. God knows how long we are going to need to keep this going, might as well get alongâ
âPains me to say this, but you are rightâ I finally look up at him, his blue orbs staring down at me. âHi, Iâm Y/N. And you are?â
Chris throws his head back, laughing. âYou have my last name, Y/N. We can start over without weird introductionsâ
âIndulge me, Evansâ I poke his chest. âI donât know that much about youâ
âWhat do you want to know?â He raises his eyebrow. âAsk awayâ
âWhatâs your favorite color?â I blush, realizing how stupid my question is. âSorry, Iâll try againâ
âGreenâ He ignores my second statement. âYours?â
âBlue, but like light blue, kinda like your e-â I cut myself, my cheeks flaring.
âHere I was asking to be friends and you are just laying it out on meâ Chris grins hard. âYou waste no time, Ms. Evansâ
âIdiotâ I slap his arm playfully. âI meant I like the shade, thatâs allâ
âSure sureâ He nods, a smug look on his face. âMy turn⊠Favorite animal?â
âMmm tough one⊠I really like raccoons and-â I stop myself when Chrisâ laugh erupts from his chest. âWhat?â
âWho the fuck likes Raccoons?â His eyes are still tingling with amusement.
âThey are cute and funnyâ I defend myself. âThey are like just so hilariousâ
âFuck thatâs goodâ He shakes his head. âYou are weirdâ
âMany people like raccoonsâ I fight him. âYou need to learn to appreciate their beautyâ
âYeah, no thanksâ Chris stops moving and grabs my hand. âWhy donât we go back to the table? Seems stupid to try to have a conversation while dancingâ
âOkie dokieâ I follow his lead back to our VIP table.
Polly and Claire are deep into a conversation, probably some gossip or something like that. PR people always know everything about everyone. We sit down across from there, getting back their attention.
âOh look, you guys made it without a scratchâ Polly nods proudly. âWho wouldâve thought?â
I roll my eyes before turning my eyes back to Chris, falling back into our conversation.
***
âHi, bubâ I lean down, my heels in on hand and the other one petting Dodger behind his ears. âWhere you a good boy to uncle Scott?â
Scott was our designated dog-sitter most of the nights. Neither of them minded, Dodger loved him so much, he actually listened to him.
âHeâs always a good boyâ Chris bents down to plant a kiss over the dogâs head before walking away from the entry way.
I make my way to my room, Dodger following right behind me. I hear Chris yell âtraitorâ before I disappear into my closet.
A couple of minutes later, Iâm tucked in my bed, Dodger at the edge, his head over my feet. Chrisâ footsteps catch hims attention, his head snapping up. âYou traitorâ
âLet him beâ I pull the dog closer to me. âHe always sleeps with youâ
Chris and I have separate rooms and I only sleep on the masters bedroom whenever we have other people around. People that donât know about the whole fake marriage thing. Mostly the maid and the cook and both of our families. Even Scott believed we were happily married.
âYeah, cuz he is mineâ Chris sasses. âCâmon boyâ
But Dodger stays put. âJust give up alreadyâ
âFine, just this onceâ Chris drops the subject before snapping his head up. âUh, I forgot. Do you have any spare razor? I forgot to ask Mayra to restock my shelfâ
âYeah sureâ I move slowly so that dodger wonât sprint out of my bed. I push the covers away and step out of the bed.
Quickly, I reach the bathroom and pull a pink razor from the cabinet under my sink. âYouâll have to settle for this pink oneâ I stretch my hand before looking up, Chrisâ eyes not exactly meeting mine.
Fuck. I forgot that I chose the pink nightgown. The one the gave me too much cleavage and barely reached under my butt cheeks. Nervously, I reach for my rob thatâs draping over my night stand, snapping Chrisâ attention away from my bare legs.
âUh, yeah no, thanksâ Chris mutters, snatching the razor from my hand and walking away from my room a bit to fast.
I shake my head a bit before moving back to my bed, Dodger still sprawled on the edge of the bed. âLetâs sleep this off, buddyâ
About 10 minutes have passed since I turned off the lamp over my nightstand, when a weird sound startles me awake. I squint my eyes, as if thatâs going to help me decipher the source of the noise. A couple of seconds later, right when Iâm about to drop it, I hear it again. A moan. A moan from Chris. His bathroom shares a wall with my room, sounds slipping into my area really easy. I can hear his muffled moans a bit clearer, connecting my ear to the wall.
âThis fuckerâ I feel anger bubbling inside of me. He brought someone home. After saying he wouldnât cheat on my. Well not technically on me, on the promise of respecting me.
I push away the covers from my frame, earning a glare from Dodger before he moves to settle over the free side of the bed.
I walk fast towards his room, ready to rip him a new one. I push pass his door and head straight to the bathroom. I keep waiting for a pair of heels or some panties dropped somewhere on his room but my eyes remain cleaned from that sight. Iâm about to burst into the bathroom when the imagine forming on front of me stops me cold on my feet.
Chrisâ has his back against the wall, the shower head splashing his face, water dripping down his torso. His hand is pumping his swollen dick, curses coming out of his mouth along with the movement.
Itâs like I am being hypnotized. I want to move my eyes away, but the scene in front of me so fiery, my eyes remain glued to his member. I feel a warm spreading in between my legs as Chris pumps harder. He lets out a hard loud moan as white loads burst from the tip of his dick. He huffs, rolling his head back, letting the water wash away all the produce of his effort.
I snap out of it, walking backwards fast before sprinting back to my room. I close my door slowly, making sure not to make a sound before hiding under my bed spread. I close my eyes hard trying to remove the picture from my head but the heat in between my legs not allowing me to.
I give up after 5 minutes, poking my hand out from under the bed covers. Without even looking, I dig my hand into my nightstand, searching for my pink vibrator. This will have to do for the night.
I have a plan for tomorrow.
***
âLet me get it off, bubâ I bent down to release Dodger from his leash, the pup ready to sprint to the backyard.
Dodger and I love to go on hikes together, just the two of us and the sun rising over the horizon.
I hear from clattering from the kitchen so I step into the area, spotting Chris over the stools that surround the kitchen island. âHey thereâ
âMorningâ Chris looks up at me, as he sets his coffee down. âHow was the hike?â
âPretty goodâ I reach for the top cabinet, looking for a glass. Chris probably put the dishes away because the glasses are to far back, forcing me on my tip toes.
I can feel Chrisâ eyes burning a hole over my ass as the my tennis skirt rises enough to expose the underside of my cheeks. I turn around and Chris snaps his gaze back to his omelet, his cheeks turning red.
I fill my glass with water and gulp it down, not taking my eyes from him. I settle the glass down before moving to stand in front of him, the kitchen island separating us.
âLetâs have sexâ I say hard, so hard that Chris starts coughing as a piece of egg gets caught up in his throat.
âIâm sorry, what?â He looks up at me, his breath a bit hard from the chocking and maybe from my statement.
âLetâs have sexâ I repeat myself. âYou said you were not going to cheat and neither will I. But we both have needs and I think itâs a good ideaâ
âWhat are you even-?â Chris starts but I roll my eyes.
âI heard you last nightâ I confess. His face turns a deep shade of red, the vein on the side of his neck pulsing. âLook, I wonât judge you, I did it, too.
âYou- what?â Chrisâ breath hitches, his knuckles turning white as he closes his hands.
âCâmon we are not fiveâ I step around the kitchen island, closer to him but still leaving some space between us. âWe can get each other off, and we are married so itâs not like we are doing harm to anyone
âI donât- Iâmâ Chris stammers a bit. âIâm not sure itâs a good ideaâ
I stare at him for a couple of seconds before finally speaking up again. âFine, Iâm not going to beg. I still have my vibrator. Itâll probably do a better job, anywaysâ
I turn around to leave but Chrisâ hand flys up to my neck, gripping the back to turn me back around.
âWhat did you just said?â He brings his face close to mine. His grip tightening a bit. âRepite itâ
âI can do a better job with my vibrator than youâ I breath out, focusing my eyes on him.
Chris grunts before crashing his lips down to mine angrily. A moan scapes my mouth as he bits into my lower lip, making way for his tongue to punish me. His free hand travels down to my leg, pulling me up to place me on the kitchen counter.
I push my hands into his hair as his tongue swipes my bottom lip clean before moving down to my jaw and the to my neck before settling on the spot right under my earlobe. He sucks hard as his hands start pulling at my sports bra. My sweaty chest makes it a bit hard so I pull away to help him. As soon as the textile is not longer covering my boobs, Chris dives right in for one of my nipples, forcing me to arch my back. While his tongue polishes my hard nipple, his right hand moves to the other unattended bud of flesh. First his palm rolls against the harden button, his calloused skin sending tingles straight to my core.
âFuckâ I moan as I his salive drips down a long my nipple. I canât keep my eyes away from the scene, my burning gaze forcing Chris to look up at me as he pulls my nipple with his teeth. âOh godâ
âLay downâ Chris pushes me down with his hand until my back connects with the cold granite of the counter.
I bring my hands to his shoulders, tugging at the fabric of his shirts, signaling him to take it off. âGet rid of this, Christopherâ
âOn itâ He groans against my skin, stepping away just enough to pull the shirt over his head. His hard pecks and abdomen glistening in front of me, the pants forcing his muscles to look more prominent. âSatisfied?â
âNoâ I pull him down against my lips, my tongue making a mess of his bottom lip. âTake me like a man, Evansâ I mutter against his lips.
âAs you wishâ Chris groans before moving his mouth down along my skin until it reaches the edge of my skirt. I wait for him to take it off but instead he just pushes it up and tucks down my underwear along with my leggings. He steps back a bit to pull his pants down, his boxers following the same fate.
âYou know how many times my eyes were glued to your ass as you skipped around with this fucking skirt?â Chris growls as his spreads my thighs as my pussy radiates heat right in front of him. âHow many times I picture your ass red after a good slapping, only this thine material covering the swell of your ass?â
I moan loudly as his hands grab my thighs, my ass hanging slightly over the edge of the counter. âI want you to be loud, Y/Nâ Chris pinches my butt cheek before lining himself up to me. âMoan my nameâ
âYes, Chrisâ I throw my head back as he rubs my entrance with his tip âRip me openâ
Chris pushes just enough for his head to enter my pussy, my folds hiding his pink tip. âYeah stretch me openâ I throw my head back as he sways back and forth, entering me slowly.
âI canât hold it anymoreâ Chris grips my thighs. âBrace yourselfâ
I grab the edge of the kitchen counter, my knuckles turning white as he pushes hard into me. Thereâs a sting that makes tears form on my eyes. Iâve never had someone this big inside of me, my pussy throbbing at the new feeling.
âLook at youâ Chris presses his thumb against my clit. âTaking me so goodâ He throws his head back as his entire cock disappears into me. His thrusts are hard and slow, building up the tension in my lower belly.
âCâmereâ Chris stops, pulling out so I cry at the loss of him. âLet me turn you aroundâ
Chris puts me on my feet before turning me around so my ass is pressed against his hard cock. âBend over, Y/Nâ
I do as Iâm told, pressing my chest against the cold tiles. Chris grabs both of my hands and holds them behind my back, using the as support to hold himself as he re enters me. âThatâs right. So tightâ
Iâm lost in my own moans when I feel Chris spit on his hand, before pressing his thumb against my asshole. âChrisâ I tense up immediately.
âIâm not going to fuck you there, Y/Nâ He massages around my hole. âI just like to see the way you clench upâ he caresses my butt cheek, trying to get me to loosen up again. âDo you want me to stop?â
He waits for my answer as I take in the sensation, his thumb placing a soft pressure over my hole. Itâs not bad. âNo, itâs okayâ
âGoodâ Chris grunts as he picks up his pace, plunging hard against me. This new position really allows him to go in deep, reaching a new part of me that has me whimpering.
âChrisâ I whine when he angles himself so that I can feel him fill me up to the point where me knees are shaking under me. âI wonât lastâ
âYes, cum around my cockâ He reaches down to grab my pony tail in a fist, making me arch my back. His movements become erratic as he speeds up, encouraging the orgasm out of me.
âYes yes yesâ I cry as I feel the tightness around my pussy before the release finally arrives. The cries that come out of ny mouth are filthy, so filthy that Chris drops down and plugs in his thumb into my mouth. I bit at his skin, the waves of pleasure still rocking my core.
âFuck, fuck, fuckâ Chris groans as he pulls out, his entire load landing on my back. âFuck yesâ
Iâm still shaking, waiting for him to catch his breath so that he can help me stand up. âChris, fuck that wasâŠâ
Iâm so out of breath I donât even finish my sentence, Chris doing it for me. âSo hotâ
I feel him pull away from me, a cool breeze replacing the warmth of his body. âDonât moveâ I hear him move around the kitchen, looking for a clean towel before running it down the the warm water that pours out of the faucet.
Chris walks back to me, cleaning his entire release from my back. âI think you need to wash your hairâ I can hear the grin on his smug face.
âSeriously?â I groan, standing up. âAim better next time, Evansâ
âYou want a next time?â He throws the dirty towel at the floor where my sweaty clothes are.
âIâm game if you areâ I shrug, tugging the elastic out of my hair.
âThen letâs play, Y/Nâ Chris grins hard as his dick starts twitching.
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Part 3 of the au my brain worms gave me đ
Part 1, 2, 4
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"I keep forgetting about you being a literal trash rat," Jason scoffs, poking at the single pitiful skillet at sat innocently in the giant pantry. He sighs, taking it out, rinsing it, before setting it on the stove.
"Shut up," Tim sighed, pressing his face into the countertop, "You're such an asshole."
"Language, birdy," Jason scoffed, grimacing as he looked through the fridge, "Is there nothing organic in here? You're supposed to be rich, Tim!"
"It's too much work!" his brother complained, "I can't bother with cooking when there are Batmen and Robins to stalk!"
Jason deadpanned, turning over to pin Tim with an unimpressed stare, "Really, kid?"
He shrugs, "You called me a stalker, Jay, I'm just leaning into it! Also, do you want to deal with Dick or Damian next?"
Jason scoffed, "You're the genius, figure it out."
"You lie to Batman once!"
"Oh shut up," Jason rolled his eyes before deciding to make scrambled eggs, because those were the only thing in the entire fridge that were even slightly healthy. Everything else was either frozen meals, exotic fruit juice, and even more frozen meals. God the amount of salt here is atrocious, "We both know you've lied to all of us at least three times."
It was very telling when Tim didn't respond.
"Alright, you make the plans, I make the eggs, and I'll veto anything that sounds utterly batshit insane."
"Do you want to call your mom first?" Tim offered, "She's probably worried sick."
Jason turned, his expression pinching as guilt churned in his chest... He... He doesn't know if he should. He knows she'll die, that someday she'll overdose and leave behind a shaking, trembling, wide-eyed and fearful son, but- but he doesn't think he could deal with it again. Sure, she's his mom, but he- he doesn't know her, this version of her, at least.
"It's okay if you don't-"
"Shut up," he hissed, shocking himself at how strangled and strained his voice sounded, "I- I don't know if I can."
And Tim, with an infuriatingly patient expression, nods.
Jason sucks in a breath through his teeth. He came to peace with her death all those years ago, the faint memory of his previous life overlapping with this reality's.
But... he still owes it to her...
"...Do you want to come with me?" Jason asks after a few seconds of silence.
"Yeah," Tim responds, "Let me go grab some money, and we can buy something instead."
Jason nods shortly before shoving the skillet back into the pantry before going to wait by the door.
A few moments later, the pair of boys sat side by side on the back of the bus. They made have been at each other's throat all those years ago, but now- god help those who ever try to sever them.
As the bus slowed to a stop, the pair wordlessly stood in tandem and strode off the bus. Years of carefully ingrained memory allowing the pair to work together like a well-oiled machine.
"What are you kids doing out here?" a strange man drawls, striding forward to stand in front of the two.
Jason tensed, shifting forward to place himself between Tim and the strange man, "It's none of your business."
"Don't be like that," the man continues, stepping forward with hungry eyes trawling down Jason's face, "are you two brothers?"
Tim's hand pressed against his shoulder, and Jason relaxed to allow Tim to work his stalker magic.
"Yes, we are!" Tim chirped brightly, his currently tone at complete odds with Tim half an hour ago, "I'm so sorry about my brother's attitude. He didn't get enough sleep last night, you see, so he's just a little grumpy."
"I can speak for myself, Al," Jason huffed, feeling acutely aware of the eyes pinning against his skin.
The man looked interested. It was all Jason could do to keep himself from lashing out at the man for his predatory gaze, "What's your name, kid?"
"I'm Alvin John," Tim says brightly, nudging Jason's side with a careful look, "What's your name?"
"How about your brother first?"
"...Thomas," Jason huffed.
"Why are you two out here all alone? Where are your parents?"
"We were out on a walk," Tim nods, "Don't worry, we're safe! Our mom is expecting us, so we should really be on our way."
"You still haven't told us your name," he interrupts.
"Bright kid! You'd be great if you smiled more," and Tim's hand tightening around his arm was the only thing keeping him from brandishing his pocket knife and pulling a Damian, "my name is Derick Gleisner."
"It was nice meeting you, Mister Gleisner," Tim smiles, "I hope you have a good day!"
"You too, kid."
Jason allows Tim to lead them into the crowd. The pair losing the eyes against their back before heading toward Jason's child hood home.
"Robert Shawn," Tim hisses, barely loud enough for Jason to hear, "arrested on account of human and drug trafficking. Batman will find him six days from now and turn him in to the GCPD."
"You want to use him?" Jason replied tightly.
Tim, to Jason's chagrin, nods, "It's the fastest way, short of breaking into the manor, which would just raise their suspicions. If you want to do this another way, I don't mind."
"You already have plans in place, don't you?" Jason groaned, swatting at Tim's arm with a tired sigh. Tim gives him a side-long look, and Jason's question was promptly answered.
They reached the house a minute later, and Jason pushes open the door with his spare key.
"Mom, I'm home!" he calls, freezing as he received no response, "...Mom?"
Tim freezes suspiciously beside him before cursing under his breath, "Jason!"
"What?" he snaps.
"You were here last time, right?" Tim says softly, "You were home."
Jason nods jerkily, dread pooling in his chest as he sees Tim's expression pinch in worry.
He tears away, the carpet bunching under his feet as he scrambles toward the kitchen.
"MOM?" he calls. She wasn't in the kitchen. Maybe her room? "MOM! MOM, WHERE ARE YOU?"
Jason shoves open the door, scrambling at the doorknob in his haste. He bursts in only to see Catherine slumped over on the floor.
This- this wasn't supposed to fucking happen yet! What the FUCK.
He screamed. His knees aching as he lunged forward to grapple with his mom's body. Her skin cold and limbs stiff- his mom- his mom.
Shit- what- this wasn't supposed to happen yet! It- it was august, she wasn't supposed to die until february. God DAMNIT.
"I've called the ambulance," Tim says from the doorway, "Jay..."
"Shut UP. SHUT. UP," Jason screams, shoving his forehead against chilled cold skin as hot tears burned against his eyes, "Mom...This- this wasn't supposed to happen yet! Tim- what- why?"
"It's... it's most likely because of the disparities between timelines," his brother says, somehow making his technical blabber sound fucking sympathetic, "i think in this timeline, since you werenât here to stop whatever from happeningâŠâ
ââŠFuck,â he hisses, flinching slightly as he hears sirens wail in the distance.
âDo you need some time alone?â Tim asks hesitantly.
Jason grits his teeth. He- he doesnât want to leave her alone- but, but damnit, Tim. Knowing the stupid little fucker would skitter off and do something so utterlyfucking effective yet idiotic. He sucks in a breath, âJust- just give me a sec, kid. I- i need to say goodbyeâŠâ
âOkay. Take your timeâŠâ
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Part 1, 2, 4
and the directory
#and yet the clock twists back#cursed object#tim drake#batman#batfamily#batfam#jason todd#fanfic#tw death#time travel
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omg hi if ur inbox is open can u give us a short blurb/your thoughts on or some kind of headcanon list for yan tim drake (romantic) bc ur interpretation of him is so yumđ€€ i like how you rlly focus on more darker aspects of his character which i dont see a lot of ppl doing unfortunately bc the way heâs a complete FREAK LMFAOđ«Łđ«Ł
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!!! GN reader, mentally ill Tim, psychotic Tim, just Tim, heâs a problem, manic/depressive episodes, violent tendencies, suicidal tendencies, stalking, kidnapping, obsessive behaviors, gross ways to show affection, slight insinuation of pervy Tim, blood, mutilation, harm to reader mentioned, self-harm, severed body parts, drugging, gaslighting.
YAAAAYYYYYYYYY, TIM DRAKE TIME!!!! This is so long overdue. Iâve been meaning to write for him, but⊠it just hasnât happened yet. I hope the ideas will start flowing after I get some of this off my chest. Iâve been harboring so many miscellaneous Tim thoughts for a while.
(Yâall. The CW on this just kept getting longer and longer. My bad.)
First thingâs first, Tim is a fucking mess. Thereâs no way to know for sure which version of him youâre gonna get each day. Maybe heâs going through a manic episode, coming up with batshit crazy schemes and going on about things that donât make sense. Maybe heâll then swing into a depressive fit, where he canât even bring himself to get up from the floor. Maybe he wakes up completely fine after an hour long nap, regretting whatever initial brash decisions he made. Maybe he quickly turns violent at the sound of knocking at his door. Maybe he wants to claw his own arteries out after trying to maintain a normal social interaction.
The possibilities are endless! Which makes him extremely dangerous.
If youâve caught the eye of Tim Drake⊠yikes. Good luck. Thereâs a chance you donât even know who he is before he inevitably kidnaps you (completely on a whim, no less). Maybe youâre a total stranger he saw on the street once, captivating him and causing him to spiral into a twisted obsession. While Iâll defend Tim against the fandom allegations until my lungs give out, Iâll admit: theyâre on to something when it comes to stalker Tim. Bro definitely has pictures of you covering every square inch of his walls. And, yes, itâs to the point where they overlap each other.
Kidnapping can take anywhere between 3 days and 3 years. During that time, he may try to weasel his way into your life in an attempt to win you over... though we all know how well that would go. As Iâve mentioned before, he may be attractive, but heâs such an off-putting person. Just being around him is enough to give you the creeps. And it doesnât help heâs completely unaware of how weird some behaviors are. Tim... honey⊠you canât shamelessly stare at people with a startling grin like that. I know youâre thinking about how much you want to lick your darling-to-beâs neck, but itâs weird.
Whether he attempts to interact with you or not, one thingâs for sure: heâs stealing your shit. Clothes, toothbrushes, half-eaten food, straws, whatever he can get his hands on. Donât ask what he does with it. You donât wanna know. Tim is a neeeaaaasty freak, to the point where even he thinks to himself, âwhat the fuck is wrong with meâ after he calms down from a fit.
Oh, speaking of guilt, Tim is filled with that shit. He may swing from various stages of instability, but there are moments where heâs perfectly fine. And those are the moments where he has to grapple with the consequences of his own actions. Those can range from slightly scaring someone to causing irreversible damage. There have been many times where he snapped out of some episode with blood dribbling down hands and chunks of skin under his fingernails. Who did he hurt? Could be someone else, could be himself, could be you. Who knows!!
Letâs actually get into his suicidal tendencies a bit. His arms and legs are covered in scratches and cuts. Now, this could be explained by his vigilante life, but it gets harder to justify when you get to the bite marks at angles that only make sense if they were self-inflicted. Oh, and also the carvings of your name. He does that a lot. Itâs like youâre with him everywhere he goes!! And kind of on the same note, he wants you to have him with you as well!! This could come in the form of strips of skin, vials of blood, toes, an eye, an ear, a spleen⊠just whatever heâs willing to cut off or out of himself in the moment.
His suicidal tendencies are also connected to those moments of guilt I mentioned before. After calming down and realizing what heâs done, he may harm himself as some sort of penance; especially if heâs done something to you. Depending on how far he spirals from his guilt, he may actually enact âan eye for an eyeâ (perhaps in the most literal sense) to help make up for what heâs done. Who knows, maybe heâll replace missing pieces of you with his own. Will it work? No idea. Maybe a skin graph or two, but letâs hope you donât have to find things out in the more extreme cases.
I think itâs important to keep in mind that Tim Drake is just generally fucked-up. âNormalâ Tim doesnât mean âcompletely well-adjustedâ Tim, it just means heâs not acting on some manic or brash decision. Normal Tim would be fine with chaining or drugging you if heâs justified it to himself. As long as heâs not causing active physical harm to you, he probably wonât see anything wrong with whatever heâs doing in the long run. Itâs for your own good, okay? Donât worry, heâs gone through the possibilities and failsafes. Nothing bad will happen to you!
Unfortunately, manic Tim does not go through the possibilities and failsafes. Well, he kind of does, but the logic is far from realistic and runs in total circles. Whereas drugging you has a rational (fucked up, but still rational) reason behind it â to keep you immobile â filling your ear canal with cement takes some mental gymnastics. Manic Tim doesnât want you to listen to anyone else. Solution? You canât hear through concrete, right? At that point, youâre at the mercy of his mood swing RNG. Letâs hope he calms down enough to take a step back and really think about this. Hmm⊠filling someoneâs ears with cement⊠probably not healthy. Wow. Silly Tim! He let himself get carried away, didnât he? Whoops! There are more logical ways to keep you from listening to anyone else.
Thatâs where manipulation comes in. I mean, come on. Yâall know who his mentor is, right? Stable Tim is wicked good at manipulation. Huh? Heâs acting weird? Well, he didnât want to say anything, but he was actually thinking the same thing about you. Yeah, youâve been kind of off lately⊠is there something wrong? You sure? You know heâs there for you, right? Okay, just making sure. A gaslighting king when heâs in the right headspace for it. Too bad his psychotic aura gives him away; heâd probably be really good at keeping up appearances if he just got medicated or something.
So⊠yeah. Just some Tim thoughts. What a charmer, amiright? I donât think this oneâs salvageable. No amount of therapy could ever fix whatever Timâs got going on. Just throw the whole damn guy away. Start over. Your only hope of escaping him is the chance of someone on the outside realizing whatâs up. Hereâs to hoping Tim gets institutionalized before he does something really bad!!
#â„ CALL INCOMING: DO YOU LIKE SCARY MOVIES?#â„ TW: YANDERE#â„ YANDERE CHARACTER#â„ ROMANTIC YANDERE#â„ YANDERE TIM DRAKE#â„ YANDERE TIM DRAKE X READER#â„ GN READER
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if you've never read the Silmarilion, you are depriving yourself of a major old school reality tv vibes in the vain of Big Brother. Tolkien really was the G, because if you think that the Greek gods have something on Tolkien's Valar, i'm here to tell you they're not even playing in the same league. not even in the same universe.
oh? you think Zeus is detached? Poseidon is kind of a dick and Hades just could not give less of a fuck about his dysfunctional family?
what if i told you that once upon a time there was a guy who was a big asshole and who rallied his entire race to go to war cause one other guy who was also even somehow bigger of an asshole (let's call him huge asshole) stole his shiny rocks? and the Valar did a total of fuck all to stop him from leading an entire race of people they essentially helped create and lived with in harmony to slaughter.
remember that huge asshole who stole the big's asshole shiny rocks? well he also happened to terrorize an entire continent with countless lives for centuries, meanwhile the Valar largely stay out of the conflict even though the huge asshole was technically their family and therefore their problem. Despite the pleas of the people, they remained indifferent, chillin' in the west five feet apart cause they're not gay, watching an absolute carnage unfold for several long centuries. It took several more hundreds of years and devastating battles before one guy with a backbone finally said 'had enough of this shit' and sailed to their West California/Malibu hangout to tell 'em they should get their fucking asses up and work.
so the Valar eventually are like 'jesus, okay' and stop the huge asshole but if you think that they were going to send sanitation or stimulus checks to the people who were left behind and broken by the war they did not care about to stop earlier even though they were the only ones who could, you have another thing coming cause they peace out and everyone else who cannot afford to go to their West California/Malibu hangout because they are not privileged enough or don't have the right background to go there and heal can fuck off and die.
then you might think, well, the huge asshole was defeated so now at least there should be peace and quiet for a while in the house, no? fucking no because it turned out the huge asshole polled really well in the demographic of young men and one of those young men decided to take up the huge asshole's mantle and make middle-earth great again or some shit. except his own crowd runs him out of town cause he is one of those people who think they can swing but they're actually just meow meows with anger issues and a staggering lack of self-awareness who really need to get laid. (on that later)
so the young man decides to go on vacation to an island that was basically created by the Valar as the paradise for those who helped defeat the huge asshole and he realizes he really likes this island full of assholes cause that's kind of the crowd he vibes with. and slowly but surely he comes to the conclusion that not only is the island full of assholes, it's full of the dumbest motherfuckers he has ever met in his life. he gets them to build worships and temples and statues to celebrate the huge asshole guy who died on the basis of their general huge asshole-ness they have in common with him. still, the Valar do nothing as the young man corrupts this island full of dumbasses and enslaves them to his will. they only intervene when the young man rallies them to band together and attack the West California/Malibu hangout. Which ends in complete destruction of the paradise island and a complete shift of the map of the world and the trajectory of its free peoples.
and this whole tangent is basically me reminding myself that yes, Hope, you can write an outlandish new chapter where absolute crazy batshit things happen to people who do not deserve it and have the Valar ignore it completely, because that is what they do.
they are trolling. they don't intervene when entire populations are destroyed, but when they randomly see the young man and an elf vibing on a shitty raft, Poseidon's Valar equivalent Ulmo gathers the clouds and tells his little helper Ossë who is responsible for storms and waves:
.... you know what would be really fucking hilarious ....
#it's the main reason i appreciate the shitty raft storm scene even though it did not happen in the silmarilion#cause what the fuck lol#why would you struck down that poor she-elf and try to drown a guy who is trying to do better or at least is on his way to try and do bette#but when there is a guy who is actively doing evil you pretend you've never head of said guy#like when bridget jones' drunk friends appear on her doorstep when she's trying to get laid#never met them#the rings of power#haladriel#saurondriel#one ship to doom them all#the silmarilion
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[cw: smut, oral, cunnilingus]
can't help but want to be wonyoung's cuz baby definitely has an oral fixation đ”âđ«đ”âđ« doesn't matter if she's domming or subbing, she will eat your pussy and you can't ever say no to her, not to that face đ„ș
she can literally eat you out anywhere and everywhere đ ur car, in a bathroom stall, a changing room at the mall, and her favorite: in your room bcs you would just sit and let her do her work on your mouth đ€ and she's so random with her timings too, bcs she just can't help but be turned on whenever you're doing anything, or even when you're not doing a lot at all :(( like maybe the two of you are watching a movie and it could the sweetest, most tooth-rotting film ever and yet beside you, wony is super horny bcs you look so cute in ur pajamas and before you know it, your hands are buried in her hair while she's taking you to the stars using her mouthh ugh đ« đ« đ«
but like imagine doing some work in your room one day and you're so busy that you don't really talk to wonyoung, who's sitting in your bed with her arms crossed and pouting bcs she wants your attention sooo bad she's such a needy baby i swear đ and bcs you absolutely refused to take your eyes off of your laptop, you don't notice your lovely girlfriend sneaking underneath your desk until you feel her tugging at your panties (which was the only thing you decided to wear that night bcs you were well on your way to going to sleep after you were finished)... and she's using her teeth to pull it off đđ
"oh don't mind me baby, just keep doing what you're doing," she says in between licks, smiling at how you've actually neglected your work and instead focused on her, just like she wanted all this time.
her just completely hoisting your legs up on her shoulders, face completely buried in your cunt :((( she's sucking on your clit and dipping her tongue inside your hole, all while looking up at you, feeling herself get wet at the sight of you becoming such a mess for her đł
SHES SUCH A SLUT FOR FACERIDING !!!!! wonyoung going batshit insane because you're rolling your hips and drowning her in your cunt, and she loves it so fucking much that it all just makes her want to work harder at making you cum đ©đ© and she definitely cums untouched at the taste of your juices and the sound of your moans while you're riding her đ”âđ«
and wony's definitely into 69 cuz sometimes she needs to be taken care of too, but you literally cannot separate her mouth from your pussy so the position is nearly perfect, one of her favorites!! đ€đ«
#ive imagines#ive smut#ive x reader#jang wonyoung x reader#jang wonyoung smut#jang wonyoung imagines#wonyoung x reader#wonyoung smut#wonyoung imagines
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Itâs turboweeb shit time, so be advised.
Anyway, with the new anime season finally settled, let me share with you what Iâm watching, or what I at least tried, so in case any of this is of your interest, you may check out:
Mayonaka Punch
A v-blogger has a falling out with her old friends, leaves her channel and accidentally gets involved with lesbian vampires, who now join her in her quest to reach one million subscribers in order to take revenge on her former partners, with the promise that once she does, she will let the main horny lesbian vampire suck her dry (of blood).
Great animation, weirdly deep character developments, an underlying plot of anxiety and denial, and even an exploration of what happens when an immortal vampire gets too close to the spotlight, all the while keeping an overall comedic energy.
8/10, its an original anime so the story will probably warp up by the time the season ends, hopefully they donât fuck up the landing.
Dead Dead Demon's Dededede Destruction
Aka DDDD
What I originally wrote off because Iâm sick and tired of high school anime, it turned out to be quite the fascinating show about life after an alien invasion, with tons of Roadside Picnic vibes, a great cast of screwball characters who are actually as relatable as they are realistic, and for once its a show set in high school that doesnât give a single shit about glorifying that era of education, you will not see any mention of any school council, festival or any of that tired nonsense.
Plus, thereâs always an inherent darkness brewing around the story, with episodes 0 basically setting up how everything will go to shit at some point, and the story slowly moving towards that endgame, itâs great!
Oh, and if youâre a fan of Doraemon, youâll be pleasantly surprised too.
10/10, Iâm absolutely glued!
No Longer Allowed in Another World
In an era where thereâs 10 million isekais about the most boring male main characters who go into your standard fantasy world to get harems and be overpowered, here we have a story in which the MC actually wanted to die (by double suicide with his lover), and accidentally got summoned into said standard world, only to say fuck it, I want to die, you fuckers deal with this shit on your own.
No overpowers, no useless harems, no boring MCs, itâs so far a hilarious story about the one guy completely incapable of playing along with the world, and how said world, which keeps getting standard boring guys who do fuckall and just end up indulging in their newfound powers, deals with him, including the love interest, which the guy barely acknowledges, and the standard cute cat girl thatâs now the jobber of the group.
7/10, could have tried to make a more unique world, oh well.
Shikanoko Nokonoko Koshitantan
Not gonna lie, I too fell for the earworm of a theme song that dominated memes for a good month before release, and while it does have its moments, it hasnât really lived up to the potential of itâs wacky premise, mainly because it tries too hard to go for the âcute girls doing cute thingsâ angle, instead of completely embracing the batshit insanity that pops up in every episode.
Iâll still watch it, if anything, I want to see what else they come up with in between the boring school life shit.
6/10, needs more nuclear deer antlers.
Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings in Russian
Thereâs a good number of romcoms this season, and while all are set in high schools, since DDDD showed me there was a chance I could watch a show set in one and not deal with the usual bullshit, I gave it a watch.
It deals with the usual bullshit of school councils, school festivals, clubs and the like.
Honestly, the russian part is what made it somewhat interesting, but that hasnât led nowhere, so now I have a female love interest thatâs nothing more than your standard tsundere, and your standard male lead who at least doesnât lack a backbone, but that overall remains boring.
5/10, the weird sister is the only interesting thing, but in a car crash sort of way, may end up dropping it if they actually try to be serious with her.
Too Many Losing Heroines
Itâs garbage, had an interesting setting of following girls who are basically third wheels in their own love stories, and it could have worked, have they not chosen to tell the story from the point of view of the most boring, spineless, stuttering betamale in existence, the usual curse of the romcom, somehow turned up to 11.
Itâs a pity really, overall the animation is really good, and while it gets too horny for its own good many times, itâs still cute to see those girls dealing with their unanswered feelings, a pity we canât just follow them and instead have to stick with mister whatshisface.
3/10, dropped it after not being able to finish the latest episode (4? 5? I canât be arsed to check), seriously, just write off the dude and the show will at least be 6/10.
I tried a couple more shows, and iseaki I didnât know was one that I dropped after the first episode (oh no, Iâm actually trapped in a VR game!!1exclamation point), and another about a drunk V-tuber who reinvents herself around alcoholism (good premise, extremely boring execution).
Not gonna lie, I only really like the first two, the other two may drop the ball really soon, and Iâm another school council episode away from dropping the russian girl one, so overall itâs been a pretty underwhelming season.
Do watch DDDD though, that one truly is the absolute gem of this season!
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