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Eddie flicked his cigarette butt as they stepped inside, immediately knocking into a frozen Mike. He was just about to ask him what the fuck before he realized he was staring straight ahead. Eddie looked past him, heart stopping in his chest at what he saw.
Eddie couldn’t quite process what he was seeing for a second. Because to him, that looked like Billy Hargrove, on top of Steve.
His Steve.
He was punching his Steve in the head over and over again. Steve, who wasn’t moving.
Eddie was in motion before he even knew what was happening, going completely off of instinct. It was almost like it was someone else who was unsheathing the knife from his boot as he strode over. It was someone else who cut Billy's cheek open, nice and deep to make sure it scarred. It was someone else who used his shock at suddenly bleeding from the face to grapple him to the ground.
Apparently he hadn’t lost everything that his Dad had taught him.
But that’s when the instinct stopped, and it was all Eddie again. No excuses. He had his forearm braced against Billy’s throat, letting his weight fall so he couldn’t breathe.
Eddie was sure that he had never been this furious in his entire life when he screamed, “What did you do to him?!”
Billy didn’t answer, how could he? But that didn’t stop Eddie from screaming the question at him again. He was struggling to get up, trying to curse with the little air he had left and that just pissed Eddie off even more. He flipped his knife around, using the handle to slam it into Billy’s nose, way too satisfied at the crunch it made.
But hey, adrenaline does crazy things to a man.
Part of Eddie realizes that he should be afraid. This isn’t like him. Just because he was taught this shit didn’t mean he liked it. Steve was the fighter out of the two of them. He was the one who calmed Steve down, convinced him when to it was worth it to let things go. Not the one to slam a knife handle into someone's already broken nose, just to hear them scream.
But Eddie had never been this angry. He’s never experienced the horror of cold rage, not like this. He’s never wanted to kill someone before.
But for now he can’t remember why slitting Billy’s throat is a bad idea. He can’t remember why he shouldn’t be feeling so satisfied at the fear in his eyes. But before anything else could escalate, he could see movement out of the corner of his eye.
Max was kneeling next to them, hands shaking as she stabbed a needle into Billy’s neck, right before Eddie was suddenly being tackled off of him by three twelve-year olds. It didn’t scream good things that Eddie had to be restrained by children to stop him from letting Billy suffocate, but at least it knocked him out of whatever trance he had been in.
He pushed them all aside to get to Steve, barely even noticing the fact that Max had the nail bat in her hands, yelling something at a nearly unconscious Billy.
He scrambled to be next to Steve, feeling ill at what he saw. His nose was bleeding and his eye was swollen and he wasn’t moving.
He gently shook him, praying that he would open his eyes, “Stevie? Angel? Can you hear me?”
Steve made a small noise, but he didn’t open his eyes, he didn’t even move. Eddie could feel that cold rage seeping in again, only rivaled by how scared he was at the fact that he still wasn't moving.
He was going to kill Billy. He was going to fucking kill him for doing this-
“Another reason we should leave.” Mike hissed out to the others.
Eddie hadn't even realized he was muttering that out loud. He was a fucking mess, a mix of anger and worry and panic. He turned to the others, probably looking just as crazy as he felt, “We have to take him to a hospital.”
The kids all exchanged a look before Max stepped forward. She kneeled down next to Billy, digging into his pockets until she found his keys, turning to the rest of them, “I’ll drive.”
A preview to the next chapter (or the chapter after) of this fic
#the universe trapped in your skin#steddie fic#steddie#steddie ficlet#violence#tw blood#eddie cuts billy's face open and thinks about killing him for the crime of hurting steve#has a whole psycho moment#secret relationship steddie#steddie childhood friends au#eddie munson#steve harrington#billy hargrove#the kids are not equipped to deal with this level of co-dependent insanity#but they do a good job of it honestly#no idea when this chapter will be done#or any chapter#of anything#ever#but it will be done at some point in time!
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i mean... he's not wrong
Hunt for the Wilderpeople (2016)
#that moment when a guy who walks around in a bush costume and cooks whole possums and calls himself psycho sam has a great point#ida.stuff#rhys darby#rhys darby gifs#hunt for the wilderpeople#hunt for the wilderpeople (2016)#also im gonna be honest here. sam could get it. im not ashamed to say it
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Thinking about an AU where Ritsu is the one who ends up being Reigen's student instead. Say he's there when Mob sees the sign, dissuades him from going in because "it's probably a scam anyway!" But then of course, little envious Ritsu ends up coming back the next day, unable to help himself at the chance, the possibility that someone could help him develop psychic powers like his brother. He figures Reigen out almost immediately, of course, because he demands to be shown Reigen's power. But Ritsu is desperate, and Reigen has always had a kind way with words, and soon enough Ritsu and Reigen are going ghosts adventures! Leaving Mob behind :') Even more alone than before :'))
And as S&S fills up with things of ACTUAL spiritual significance, like artifacts and purified salt and herbs at Ritsu's obsessive insistence as he tries to find an in to psychic powers and Reigen tries to encourage him without encouraging him, Ritsu and Reigen get closer. Ritsu is more surly than Mob, less inherently trusting and more emotional, more easily annoyed—but he has no reason to hate Reigen in this verse. Reigen has never even met Mob, much less used his powers for his own gain. Reigen grows incredibly fond of this desperate boy, good at everything but the one thing he wants to be good at, and tries to lead him away from those feelings of jealousy and inadequacy. In turn, Ritsu himself is healthier. A little easier going, though still almost perpetually bristling with temper 😮💨
He and Mob are closer as a result! He becomes Mob's only friend, more open with his own thoughts and feelings and, thanks to Reigen, far less afraid of him. Mob is more emotionally stunted than ever, and though he has some tentative acquaintances in the Telepathy club, he's still mostly alone and isolated. All of Reigen's helpful advice on dealing with his autism (identified by how Ritsu speaks about his Shige-nii and the behaviors he says he exhibits) is relayed through Ritsu, who comes to understand Mob a little more because of it.
But—oh, didn't I mention? This is a soulmate AU :)
Ritsu has two marks; one for Mob, and one for Reigen. Mob never develops a mark for Ritsu, but he expects that, obviously. Reigen also doesn't develop a mark for Ritsu, but given their age difference, Ritsu also expects that. He's a smart boy, and he knows that not all soulmarks are reciprocated. It's fine. They don't need to be. Ritsu has mostly made peace with his lot in life.
That is, before Mob and Reigen finally meet in person. And instantly develop matching soulmarks.
...Ritsu's psychic awakening is only slightly better than his brother's.
#ive been thinking about this for literal DAYS i need it out of my head thank you#mobreirit#ritreimob#ritrei#ritsumob#mobrei#reimob#mob psycho 100#deshi ritsu au#ritsu has his awakening later btw#not in the moment#its only after watching reigen and mob subconciously revolve around each other the whole three hours of his birthday party#ritsu very calmly stews and then goes to bed and wakes up three-thousand feet in the air. his room is ruined.#DESPAIR my friend JEALOUSY ENVY LOVE PINING#reigen is the only person here with a brain cell istg#after much angst and secret keeping and lies and anger everything comes out and reigen just#you have two soulmarks. i might only have one but i have TWO hands. so does mob.#even without soulmarks i like the idea of ritsu thinking of reigen as something just for him but IMMEDIATELY getting the rug yanked from#under him when reigen and mob finally meet and click like the mirrored outcasts they are#both of them loving ritsu but not the way he wants to be loved :'3#kageyama ritsu#reigen arataka#kageyama shigeo#mob#idk man ive had mobreirit on the brain#tw shared blood
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your honor i am moving the heavens & earth for him ໒꒰ྀིஇ﹏இ`꒱ྀི১
#ᕱ⑅ᕱ.* journals!#he is the moment the blueprint my whole heart!!!!!#*punisher by phoebe bridgers blaring in the background*#໒꒰ྀི ∩´﹏`∩ ꒱ྀིა i am holding him so closely & protecting him!!! HE’S SEEN ENOUGH!!!!#can you tell psycho pass has a chokehold on me? ૮꒰ྀི ∩៸៸៸∩ ꒱ྀིა lmaozksk#˚ʚ♡ɞ˚shinya
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sparks fly - deadpool x fem!reader
Summary: deadpool has been stalking reader who works at a diner. he ends up hatching a diabolical plan to get reader's attention
Pairing: fem!reader x deadpool
Word Count: 1.3k
Wade knew he was obsessed with you from the moment he laid eyes on you.
It was a dark, rainy night in the city, and you were closing shift at the diner. You liked closing shift. Especially on weeknights like this when it was generally pretty quiet. You were placing dirty plates and utensils into the bus tub when you heard what you swore to be shattering dishes from the back of the kitchen.
Your back stiffened as you peered over your shoulder to the shadowy, unlit part of the restaurant.
“Hello..?” you called out carefully.
Silence.
You carried on with your tasks for the remainder of the evening, unsure exactly of what you heard but too terrified to investigate.
He was already watching you this entire time. He admired the subtle curve of your waist. How your apron tied around your hips in an adorable little bow. The way your thigh-high stockings dug ever so slightly into your skin.
He knew that sneaking into this rinky dink little dinner to spy on some random girl he found somewhat attractive off of a split second impression was.. reckless to say the least. But recklessness has never stopped him before.
Wade stationed himself next to the dishwasher, staying still as a statue until you turned around the corner.
“Boo,” he said without so much as a care in the world.
You screamed, of course, and instinctively threw your entire tray of plates at him. “What the fuck!”
“What the fuck is right!” he answered gleefully, effortlessly brushing the completely filled bus tub to the side, not even flinching as even more silverware crashed into the ground. “And you are actually in big trouble! Like biiiiig trouble. This entire diner, and probably all the buildings around it are going to be incinerated within the next.. 5 minutes? So if I were you, I would leave everything behind and follow me while you still have the chance.”
You watched as the diabolical man in what you could only describe as some sort of BDSM gimp suit pantomimed every single word that came out of his month with a bravado of a world renowned circus performer.
“And.. who are you exactly?” you asked, folding your arms across your chest and raising your eyebrow.
“Deadpool. Spelled like dead and pool,” he replied confidently, sticking his hand out.
“Uh huh,” you said, allowing him to shake your limp wrist. In your mind you were calculating the fastest way to reach the store phone to dial 9-11. “What a.. pleasure.”
“So.. you are coming with me,” he established. “As in, I am going to take you away from this building. Because it is about to blow up. There is a bomb some psycho what’s his face planted in the basement and you are way too pretty to die this young, so I am just going to have to rescue you right here right now.”
“You- what?” you stammered out, but before you could even muster another word, the mercenary had already swept you off your feet bridal style. “Hey! Put me down. Right now.”
“Yeah, sorry that’s not really gonna be an option sweetheart,” Wade snapped back with a wit as sharp as a knife. “Oh, and look at the time! Only one more minute left.”
And with those words, he quickly darted out the back door of the diner into a dingy alleyway. You reflexively wrapped your arms around his neck, taking note of how sturdy his arms felt underneath your legs.
“Whatever you do,” you whispered through gritted teeth. “Don’t. Drop me.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice!” Wade chirped as he scurried down the avenue, maneuvering around a sharp corner. “You’re precious cargo, and besides, the whole point of this entire stunt was-”
Before he could even finish his sentence, you heard a loud “boom”, now realizing you were miles away from the diner you were just at. You felt the ground shake under Wade’s feet, and a gust of warm wind blowing from the explosion site.
You gazed over Deadpool’s shoulder, and gasped as you watched the distant part of the city being engulfed in flames.
“You.. you saved my life..” you murmured. “H-how did you even..”
“Well, if I were to lie, and we all know I am very good at that,” the assassin began. “I would say it was sort of a right place right time sort of situation. As in I was just innocently strolling around the block when I noticed a big bad evil villain, aka my arch nemesis plant a little, let’s just call it grenade downstairs. So, I, being the upstanding citizen that I am, decided to walk right in and save the day. Yay! Let’s just go with that.”
“And if you were to be honest?” you challenged, untangling yourself from his arms and stepping down onto the sidewalk. You realized since you were in a slightly calmer state of mind, and actually standing face-to-face to him under the streetlight, that he was literally towering over you by at least a head.
“Hmm, you got me there princess,” he capitulated. “If I were being real, I would say the part about me being in the right place at the right time was true.”
“Go on,” you chided, beginning to rub the middle of your forehead. You could already feel that this was not about to end well.
“Buuuuut, you were just too cute. I really had no idea how to approach you. So, the most logical conclusion was to throw a wrench into the sink, or should I say a bomb into your diner, and time it perfectly so I could sneak in, pull you aside, and er, get you outta there? And here we are. Ta-daaaa!” he embellished the ending of the entire debacle with jazz hands, as if he was telling a casual story to a group of friends.
“You.. are unbelievable!” you shouted, pushing him against his chest, and not really causing enough force to have him step back. “What kind of sick, twisted joke is this?!” You threw a punch against him with every single word. “You really thought this would be the way to get my attention? Instead of, oh, I don’t know, just coming up to me and striking up a conversation like a normal fucking person?”
“Cute, very cute. Adorable,” Deadpool commented as he watched you attempt to hurt him, almost as if he were observing an unfamiliar specimen in the wild. “God, you are so cute.”
“That’s all you have to say?!” you cried. “After blowing up part of the city? You are a psychopath.”
“Eh, not even wrong,” he shrugged. “Nowadays I even take that as a compliment.”
“I-I’m gonna call the police!” you ultimately decided, whipping out your cell phone from your back pocket.
“Oh, no no no I would not do that,” Wade said, effortlessly grabbing the device from your hand and texting his phone before you could notice. “Just.. they aren’t a big fan. Of me.”
“You think?!” you seethed. “God. You are insane. You know that?” You stood up on your tippy toes, trying to take your phone back.
Wade eventually relented, motioning to hand it back to you before you snatched it out of his hand.
“And never speak to me again,” you shot back at him as you walked in the opposite direction.
“So does that mean I can pick you up at 7 tomorrow?” the assassin called after you. “I know a really nice place downtown.. er, wait that might have been blown up.”
You stormed off without another word, self-assured that this would be the last you would ever see of him. But you were sorely mistaken.
#deadpool#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#deadpool movie#wade wilson#deadpool x reader#deadpool x y/n#deadpool x you
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Rafe from s2 two, with the sweetest reader, who is completely crazy about the idea of nedding to be in control of *something* in his life, and little reader being his safe place because he gets to take care of her, he is going al psycho and just about to act impulsive again but then he remembers he has her, so everything is going to be fine, he tells himself🤧
Rafe stands on the balcony, pressing the balls of his hands into his eyes to stop himself from crying after just hearing from his dad how 'he fucked up everything'.
"Man up..." He mutters to himself, a choked sob escaping him.
His attention gets drawn to a phone dinging nearby multiple times, glancing to his left he sees Wheezie's phone laying on a table. After checking that no one's there he walks over to grab the phone, looking at all the messages from an unknown number.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out who it is, his anger and frustration building up again. Sarah, the golden child. Every time it's about her and it pisses him off. This whole ordeal with his dad a few minutes ago was, again, just because of her.
A moment of hesitation passes as he thinks about confronting Sarah, to make sure she keeps her mouth shut about everything that happened. He's about to message her back over Wheezie's phone but he stops, he isn't in the right mind to act rational and this could all go south quickly knowing that somehow Sarah always manages to rile him up simply for just existing.
"No, no..." He mumbles, erasing what was about to send and delete the messages all together, blocking the number he places the phone back on the table.
Rafe steps back again just in time as Wheezie comes out. "Have you seen my phone?"
"What?" He turns to her.
"Have you seen my phone?" She repeats and Rafe sighs, acting all nonchalant.
"No I haven't seen your damn phone."
She groans and is about to leave, stopping in the doorway. "Oh, and Y/n is here. Said she'll wait in your room."
He visibly relaxes at the mere mention of your name, nodding his head he walks past his sister. "Thanks."
He makes his way to his room, opening the door and quickly locking it behind him his gaze softens the moment his eyes lock with yours, your bright smile and the happiness radiating off you just by seeing him.
"Hey baby." He smiles a little, striding over to you he cups your face in his large hands, leaning down to give you a quick kiss. "What y'doing here, hm?"
You frown at him. "You forget? You said we make disney night today..."
"Nah, 'course I didn't forget. It's- I was just wondering that you're here so early. Even went to get your favorite snacks yesterday." He says, letting go of your face he walks over to the dresser and opens a drawer, pulling out various snacks and throwing them on the bed beside you.
Rafe chuckles at your wide eyes from seeing all the sugar, knowing he'll have one hell of an energetic little on his hands but he couldn't care less right now. Your happiness is all he needs right now.
You're practically his therapy, it's funny how regressing is your type of dealing with all the stuff you go or went through but somehow heal him as well by letting him take care of you and making him feel appreciated for the things he does, unlike his dad.
The only thing he hasn't messed up yet surprisingly is his relationship with you. You're still looking at him like he's the only person on the planet, the only one you can run to when things get rough and Rafe relishes in that fact. It makes him have control of at least something.
He's pulled out of his thoughts when he hears you talk to him, holding up a bag of gummy worms. "Help pwease."
With a smile he walks over to stand in front of you again, taking the bag and ripping it open, dropping a few worms onto your awaiting palm before popping one in his mouth as well.
"So, what should we watch first?" He asks, grabbing the remote from his bedside he lays down beside you with his arm behind his head.
"Mmm...Beauty and the Beast!" You grin.
"A'ight, whatever the princess wants." He searches for the movie, huffing out a breath when you collapse beside him, letting you snuggle into his side with your lamb plushie tucked under your arm.
As the movie starts playing he wraps an arm around you, his cheek pressed against your head. "Y'know I love you, right? More than anything..."
You lift your head to look at him. "I love you too daddy. Mm, more than my lamb."
"Damn, that's...that's gotta mean something."
As long as he has you by his side everything will be alright, in his eyes at least.
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Loki hates Thor, he will never return to Thor even when he gets a chance. He's gonna stay with Mobius
Mobius daily affirmations
#..oi#someone's got blinders on to what actually goes on in the series don't they lmao#bruh: neither of the “Loki” series “closest” relationships are anything more than toxic; abusive and dismissive of the MC of that 'show'#one is an unrepentant and unapologetic fascist mass murderer; torturer and blatant liar; while the other makes it clear she's the same#right down to killing entire universes at a time and trying to excuse that WHILE complaining it was done to her AS psycho B by psychopath A#and giving out the same treatment and lack of basic human decency OR dignity to that title MC#neither Mobius or Sylvie are even friend material: never mind deserving of any other positive title in the MCs life at all lmao#..though and to be fair? neither is CURRENT crappy canon's thor.#given the choice with no other options though? Thor hands down.#Because at least he has SOME moments where he actually treats Loki with SOME respect: rarely.. and doesn't have the hypocrisy ->#of killing more people than Thanos both Sylvie and Mobius have actively and unapologetically participated in;#while spitting on the title character of that dumpster fire the whole time#there's nothing questionable about that either: it's how they displayed it and the dialogue went in S1 permanently recorded on screen#as a part of phase 4#mobius isn't a friend: not at the beginning and def not at the end of S1 and that much is obvious and blatantly clear to anyone ->#with more than two or three brain cells or the smallest measure of empathy OR comprehensive skills#plus.. Thor is a self absorbed himbo hands down: if needed and esp unimproved; getting away from him is a lot easier to manage#just sayin'#neither relationship here is a healthy choice: but at least with Thor there MIGHT be the GAMBLE of POSSIBLY getting a tiny chance ->#of being around someone who MAYBE might be able to change into someone who cares about Loki AS MUCH AS they're shown to care about themself#and isn't a hypocritical inhumane mass murderer on (not a single universe but:) a multiversal scale#again; just sayin#Loki#Mobius#Mobius is not his friend#and neither is Sylvie#that's blatantly obvious with their interactions alone#before you even get to the rest there#good luck pretending otherwise tho anon#geebs the lack of recognizing inhumane abusive behavior is fricking scary in anons like this one tho
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You know what my actual favourite Andrew Minyard line in the whole series is? It's not his sentimental lines like, "...from now until May you are still Neil Josten...". It's not even the best love confession in all of literature line, "Doesn't mean I wouldn't blow you." It's when he says "I'm not as smart as I thought I was."
That one line tells you so much about Andrew's character. That's the line that spells out for the reader that Andrew is smarter than he chooses to let on. That's the line that shows you just highly Andrew thinks of his own intelligence and how much he's been relying on it to survive and to keep his promises.
Consider that up until that point Andrew has presented himself with nothing less than the domineering kind of toughness you'd expect to see in a prison scene in a movie. He openly talks about breaking Neil, threatens multiple people with knives and makes everyone work around him. His "tough guy around town" persona and his ability to inflict violence is clearly something he prizes. AND YET. The first time he admits to any kind of dissatisfaction with himself, it's about his intelligence.
That is the point where the reader realizes that Andrew, in his own mind, is an intellectual. He doesn't actually pride himself on being the toughest guy in the room. He's aware that he's all of 5-feet-nothing and he knows at any given moment there's likely to be someone bigger and stronger than he is. What he's counting on in any given situation is being the smartest guy in the room. Fix any issues before they worsen, anticipate and eliminate any threats before they surface, think his way out of any problem that comes up. His intelligence is what he relies on to keep his promises.
That's the moment Andrew realizes that he's been letting his feelings get the better of his logic. He clocks Neil as dangerous from day one. But he's been telling himself that he's letting Neil stay for Kevin's sake or at least just until he can definitively prove Neil is dangerous. But the real reason he let Neil stay and get away with all his sketchy behaviour is because he let the fact that he likes Neil as a person, overcome his logic.
It makes you think, OH, THAT'S WHY Andrew was so interested in Neil in the first place. For someone who prides himself on his intelligence and KNOWS that no one else can match his smarts, Neil figuring out his twin switcheroo trick is the same as Neil throwing down the gauntlet and challenging him to a battle of wits. Andrew keeps trying to trip Neil up and Neil keeps batting his attempts aside and Andrew ends up helplessly charmed by Neil. Because Andrew LIKES that Neil is able to outsmart him sometimes, that Neil is his intellectual equal. And somewhere along the way, he's let himself forget that he "knows better" than to get emotionally attached, than to let someone else best him at his best quality- than to act like every other idiot in love that he's ever met.
You then realize that Andrew hasn't once thought of himself as brawny jock. That off-putting delinquent/school-shooter vibe and psycho reputation is a carefully calculated form of self-defense. It's self-defense in the literal sense of scaring off people who might want to fuck with him, but perhaps also in the sense of protecting himself from being seen. It makes sense, right? If people were to actually try to get to know him with an open mind, they'd soon discover that he IS difficult to get along with in ways they thought they could handle, but can't. Better to act the volatile asshole than suffer the disappointment of people changing how they treat him. And in the unlikely case that people find out that he isn't as tough as he presents himself, they might pity him. And that would be even worse. Much better to be as un-fuck-with-able as possible.
First time reading the book, I was taken in by Andrew's jock-ish façade. But the moment he admitted maybe he ought to be disappointed in himself for not being as smart as he thought he was, I had to set the book down and rethink every assumption I had made about Andrew as a character. The timing of that revelation is so perfect, because it happens just before the Thanksgiving mess. And so as the reader, you're suddenly coming to terms with the fact that Andrew is so much more vulnerable than he's ever portrayed himself to be at the same time that Andrew is being hit with probably one of the worst moments in his life. Like, that absolutely TOOK ME OUT. Which is why, that's one of the best lines in the whole series to me.
#this line is a HUGE part of the reason this series had such a big impact on me#andrew's character is just so well-written and the reveals about his character are so impeccably well-timed#andrew minyard#aftg
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thinking about how both band of brothers and generation kill end with the soldiers playing a sport together and how entirely different those two scenes are.
in bob the baseball game is meant to symbolize the unity that has come to pass between the men — they all have gone through something so specific together, a bond is created — and it's all about their war ending. the scene is nicely lit, it's the focus of those few minutes, the men are joking around and being at ease with each other (they're enjoying themselves), the officers watch on delighted and even hopeful. it's the middle of the day and the sun is shining. the descriptions of the soldiers' lives after the war do not leave room for despair (if one of them had hard times afterwards and separated himself from this idea of 'brotherhood,' it's mentioned very briefly and given no consequence). the officers announce the war is over and the joy goes on. it's, by all possible means, a happy ending.
in generation kill, it's not like that at all. there's uncontrollable rage in the football game. officers and enlisted soldiers alike playing against each other, both of their attitudes violent. it's a display of pure aggressive masculinity with muscles, multiple insults thrown around, unhinged bravado, and a lot of anger. the sun is setting. there's two moments where a genuine fight breaks out: one between officers and another between fellow soldiers; there's no sense of unity, of 'brotherhood' — these are men who are angry at the world, themselves, the people they're fighting against, the war, and even their teammates. the scene is also cut and mixed with the moment wright leaves, watching wounded men be taken out along with him. it ends with rudy and ray's fight: it's an effort to gather all of that learned & lived violence and take it out on someone else — ray calls rudy something along the lines of 'ptsd psycho' when he's clearly the one breaking down, leaving the game. overall, it's a rabid scene, and it ends in pure despair.
in band of brothers the last words spoken in the baseball scene (and the whole show if you don't count interviews/internal dialogue) are "war is over." according to the scene, the war is over so they should get to celebrate, live in the sunny day and be able to find company in each other. in gen kill, their war is also over but their game doesn't feel like a celebration, nor it shouldn't. after ray's outburst someone says, "maybe we shouldn't play a football game," while some are enjoying the fight. ray leaves the scene almost crying after taunting rudy for his lack of masculinity throughout the whole thing. it's not a comfort at all.
both shows are fundamentally different, yes. but I think these scenes, which are both near the very end of their respective show, demonstrate exactly the message/themes of each production and you can make these comparisons precisely because of how dissimilar they are. it's a stark contrast, and the scenes convey the shows' spirit extremely well.
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If you don’t mind can you do a NSFW alphabet for Josh or Matt
check out my masterlist for the Matt one! unfortunately it might be a little underwhelming, i haven't looked into his character as much as the others, and i'm only now getting back into writing so my writing is pretty minimal rn, but anyways!
Josh Washington NSFW Alphabet
im honestly so excited for this one, josh is fine as fuck, and in my mind, he's arguably the kinkiest out of them all
A - Aftercare
Josh would get you all cleaned up, kissing you all over while he does so.
B - Body Part (His favourite body part on himself and you)
He loves your lips. Just mesmerised by how pretty they are. His favourite part of himself would probably be his dick, I can't lie
C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Messy! gets off to the sight of you with his cum either ON you or dripping out of you.
D - Dirty secret
Has SO MANY ideas for things you two could do. Wouldn't surprise me if he has them written down somewhere.
E - Experience (How experienced he is)
He's got a decent amount of experience, as well as a lot of ideas from the porn he watches.
F - Favorite position
Tbh I feel like Josh would love fucking you from behind while you're on your hands and knees, and he's got his hands on your hips.
G - Goofy (Is he more serious in the moment?)
Can switch back and forth between silly and serious so fast, and you can never quite tell if his seriousness is playful or not.
H - Hair
He keeps it tidy
I - Intimacy
He loves to get up close and personal, whispering in your ear and touching you all over.
J - Jack off
Honestly, a lot. He's got a lot of pent up energy.
K - Kink
I think Josh could potentially enjoy roleplay and costumes, considering how much he seemed to enjoy his whole Psycho act, and with all the movie equipment he has in the basement, I feel like he'd def be into some of the more kinky stuff.
L - Location
Every. Single. Goddamn. Room. In that lodge.
M - Motivation
Literally just seeing you.
N - No (Hard limits)
Anything that goes beyond your basic sadistic stuff, like nothing that would cause bleeding or permanent damage.
O - Oral
Loves both giving and receiving, loves making you squirm with just his tongue, does wonders for his ego seeing you become a mess, and would def be the type to grab you by the hair when receiving and guide your head.
P - Pace
Much like the seriousness, it can switch back and forth really fast. He always keeps you on your toes.
Q - Quickie
Yes. Quick fuck in a college bathroom before class? 100% he's down.
R - Risk
He's all for experimenting and trying out new things, and can enjoy things on the more daring side.
S - Stamina
He's got a LOT of energy, and gets really riled up once he's started.
T - Toys
I could definitely see Josh using toys on you, all sorts of borderline sadistic shit.
U - Unfair
Oh 100% he will degrade and praise you at the same time and leave you confused and whining.
V - Volume
Loud. Very chatty too, and talks you through everything, with all sorts of praise and degradation and teasing and all sorts.
W - Wild card (Random NSFW HC of my choosing)
I could imagine for Halloween he'd dress up as a masked killer from your favourite slasher movie and "hunt you down", he enjoys the thrill of the chase.
X - X-ray (Size)
7 inches (I think I'm just saying the same for all of them tbh idk)
Y - Yearning
Oh he is eager ALL the time, he's the most dirty minded guy in the group, no competition
Z - Zzz
I don't think he'd sleep for a while afterwards tbh, still too high on the adrenaline rush.
Bro it's crazy how much easier this one was than the others, I do really just imagine Josh to be a horny fucker
thank you for the request! Feel free to request other stuff too!
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Prisoner #006
a/n: A spin on the usual yandere situation, but this story has been sitting in my drafts for a while, I think it's time to release it ^^
Fandom: Genshin Impact Characters: Yandere!Prisoner!GN!Reader x Prisoner!Kaveh Warnings: Yandere, Violence (Reader is being psycho, lost of mentioning of murder and death, Reader stabs someone... a few times, Scratching, Intimidation, Threats, Cornering and intruding on personal space), Long Post
[Prison Project Introduction | Pinterest Moodboard]
Kaveh should have been afraid.
Deep down, he believed he wasn't as stupid and gullible as everyone made him out to be, and yet, he sat still as you drew meaningless little patterns into his skin. The stolen pen scratched over his arm, leaving the area next to the ink red and agitated, but he didn't have it in him to tell you to stop.
You've been a depressed mess since you came to prison, not your typical murderer behind bars. He'd been dealing with a lot of them, and if they weren't the psychotic type, they were haughty and always up for cruel jokes.
But not you. You were... peaceful.
Even when you cried and begged him not to hurt you after you've been brought to his cell despite his protests, the air around you was calm. Unlike the storm of personalities outside the bars of your cell, Kaveh actually managed to think in peace when he was around you. He had learned to navigate and time his way around the prison. Still, with the ruckus and disgusting things happening in the shadowy corners, there was never any space for him to let go and relax for a while—until he met you.
The knowledge about your prolific murders should have upset him enough to keep his distance, but you reminded him too much of himself when he first came here. Scared and unable to go anywhere without being harassed by the others. You clung to him desperately when he told you to tag along to the cafeteria on your first night, and you still asked him to go to the washrooms with you for safety. Kaveh couldn't blame you for being scared. It was a scary world, outside and inside of this prison.
So even though he knew about your wrong-doings, he let you scribble your marks on him in ink. You were humming a song he hadn't heard before, your mind in your own world as you left butterfly wings and flower petals on his skin, and Kaveh honestly had no complaints. Coming here, art had become sparse around him, the radio rarely running, the TV filled with sports but never dancing or acting. The paintings on the walls leading to the facilities were, frankly, hideous copies of capitalistic emphasis, and the prison layout was a smack in the face of any architect.
And then there was you. Not a Picasso per definition, but you drew the patterns effortlessly, unbothered by pressure to perform and perfectionism. Every stroke of the ballpoint pen was all you, not a style you worked to learn or something you copied from another artist. It was all and truly just you. Kaveh had no idea how much he could admire someone—even someone as terrible as you. But he did.
"Let's leave from here. Together."
The words slipped from his lips before he could even think about them. Alhaitham's plan of escaping was still fresh, depending on some hacker he met in this prison, and Kaveh should have never talked about it so casually. He couldn't promise it, couldn't say it would actually work. But when you stopped scribbling, he realized his mistake, looking up at you in horror over his own blabbermouth.
Only to be met with tears streaming from your eyes.
"You'd take me with you? After all I've done?" you mumbled, rubbing the back of your hand over your eyes.
"You... you didn't do it to me. We could start over, somewhere new. Somewhere no one knows our faces and just... live. Quietly and unknown. Only if you want to come... with me."
For a long moment, you stared at him. Unblinking, unreadable. Your arms were thrown forward, wrapping around his neck before your whole body jumped into his lap, discarding the pen and leaving it to clatter on the floor. "Yes!" you agreed euphorically, smiling from ear to ear.
Kaveh felt the heat rush into his face, happiness prickling in the corners of his eyes as he hugged you back. It almost felt like you agreed to marry him, rather than just join him on the escape. But he knew then that he'd work hard to become the man you needed in the future. Someone reliable, someone who could provide you with a life that wouldn't need you killing anybody anymore. So that the dream of you two living together in peace could become reality.
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Kaveh should have been afraid.
Deep down, he was as stupid and gullible as everyone told him. He believed that you could turn over a new leaf. Running away with you could become a new start, different from the pitiful life you two had. That the two of you could live away from cruelty and bloodshed, in peace and quiet and togetherness.
And yet, he was staring down at the cold-blooded killer he fell in love with. Whose trap had been placed so subtly that Kaveh ran right into it. He didn't even know you had a knife ready on the day of your escape, and there was no one left—alive—aside from you two to turn to. Everyone who had fled had spread into different directions, and now it was only him and you and the dead corpses of the police that had caught up to you.
It was his fault, entirely so. They might have survived this encounter if he hadn't gotten close to you and you hadn't been convinced to run away with him. Had he not gotten himself caught, maybe you wouldn't have turned back to help him and had kept running instead, far, far away. Perhaps you wouldn't have pulled out your blade and killed these innocent men who were only doing their job to keep unruly people away from society. That kept psychos like you away from more victims to massacre.
"[Name]..." Kaveh stammered, not believing his own, wide-open eyes. The hand he was holding out towards you was shaking violently as he watched you slam the knife into the policeman's back again and again, blood spraying all over you and the squelching sound of flesh being stabbed echoing through the forest. Somehow, he had gotten back on his feet after being tackled to the ground. However, now that he had to watch you defend him so violently, Kaveh wished he had stayed face-down in the dirt.
"GET YOUR HAND OFF HIM! HE'S MINE!" you kept yelling at the dead body, and Kaveh couldn't help but feel pity for the guy as you mauled him. "YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM! HE BELONGS TO ME! HE'S MINE! MINE!"
Your voice was a screech in the dark, possessiveness thrumming in every word you screamed. Even if you two had grown closer the last few days, Kaveh couldn't understand your thoughts. Although you had protected him, seeing the blood drip off you in the moonlight only sent shivers down his spine rather than thankfulness. And where he felt a crush bloom in his heart before, there was nothing but terror and disgust left.
"[Name]--" he tried again, this time a little firmer as he grabbed your shoulder.
Instantly, you whirled around, fury and madness in your eyes. The bloody blade swiped up his arms, cutting up the beautifully drawn pattern left by you. Kaveh knew it was just an accident, but he couldn't help but yell, "Ow!" holding his own arm firmly against his chest as he stared at you fearfully. Stumbling back, he tripped over a root, the pain of collapsing to the ground shaking him, but fear forced him to keep watching you. What if he was your next victim? Nothing about you screamed trustworthy, and yet, when you came to your senses, you changed completely.
Suddenly, your body went slack, eyes swelling up with tears as you looked at him. "Kaveh!" you sobbed, the knife falling to the ground as you stumbled to your feet, knees buckling so you collapsed into the dirt before him. You stretched out your arms, but this time, Kaveh managed to jerk away, avoiding your blood-soaked hug.
However, you were just a little faster than him. A little more alert. You managed to grab the wounded arm, your tears stinging as they fell into his wound. Leaning over his limb, you cried bitterly, but Kaveh couldn't help but try and tug his arm from your hands. Immediately, your crying stopped, fingers clawing into your skin as he tried to get you off him—no success.
"You can't leave me!" you sobbed, looking up with tears in your eyes. Manipulative tears, as Kaveh began to realize, the reality starting to dawn on him. "I love you! We'll have a life together! We'll go somewhere no one knows us! I won't kill again, I promise! I just didn't want them to hurt you... I wanted them to leave you alone! I won't do it again, I can be harmless, I promise!"
His gut wrenched, hearing you throw his words back at him. Now knowing how easy it was for you to end someone's life, how much of a crazy person you really were, it felt like he was the one that had been gutted. Maybe everything would be fine this time, but Kaveh couldn't justify it with himself to find out. Your hands were already so bloody; no trying to pretend you were normal was going to wash away your sins. At least he never killed someone. He couldn't imagine someone doing it as easily as you had, not even thinking twice before attacking.
"N-No..." he stammered, unable to put all these feelings into words.
"No?" you repeated, the tears stopping suddenly. "What do you mean 'no'? I saved you, didn't I? Without me, you'd be the dead one!"
Your tone changed so quickly that it scared him to the bone. The fire started back up in your eyes as you glared at him. Kaveh felt your nails dig into his arm, tearing apart layers of skin as your anger turned towards him.
"You won't leave me! You can't leave me!"
With your voice raising back into screeching, Kaveh shuddered, eyeing the knife that laid out of reach. You didn't need it, your nails cutting into his flesh just as painfully. Fear was mangling every muscle in his body, making them tense and tainting his judgment.
"O-okay," he stuttered out, and immediately, the pressure vanished. Your shoulders slacked, and a smile crept back on your lips as you whispered, "Thank god..."
You hunched over his wounded arm, now punctured by your nails and the cut starting to dry up. The next thing Kaveh felt was wetness wiping over his wounds, your tongue lapping off the blood that stained him, whether it was his or the one dripping from you.
"I love you," you mumbled while licking. "I love you, Kaveh. You're so nice, so sweet. You're perfect, and you're mine. All mine. Kaveh, Kaveh, Kaveh..."
Looking down at the unsightly view before him, Kaveh couldn't help but pity himself. Had he known what he got himself into, could he have prevented this? Which version of you had been the real one, and had you pretended to be sweet and shy, tricking him into this all this time? Or was it real? So many questions and so few answers. All he could think of was how he had been scammed yet again as he watched the ink smear from your licking, the beautifully drawn butterflies vanishing alongside those in his belly, all of them dropping dead.
And now, Kaveh was afraid.
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Persona 5 fandom, I beg of you, please stop with the casual (and likely very unintentional) ableism. This is less about one specific person and an overall trend I see whenever people post bad takes on Akechi. Going "Akechi is a murderous psychopath" is harmful because it spreads an unfair stigma about psychopathy and mental illness in general as this "crazy" and violent thing, which has been normalized for far too long. And also, it's just not true. Anyone who thinks Akechi is this "remorseless psycho" (keeping in mind this use of the term isn't great) simply does not have more than a surface level reading of the character. His missable November texts make it abundantly clear that he is not happy with what he's doing under Shido. Which, granted, HIGHLY missable text. You have to basically delay Sae's Palace and not go in at all until mid-November. Engine room, 12/24, multiple times in third sem... his remorse is there, it's just subtle or not presented as shaking and crying and begging for forgiveness, because he's a guarded mess of a person (with deep psychological scars, make no mistake- this is not a healthy kid). But even without those texts, there are plenty of times where these feelings are conveyed. His sad reaction when Morgana explains changes of heart (if he had known sooner), his regrets in the engine room and lamentations about Joker's freedom, and I basically did a whole meta post breaking down the important visual and spoken symbolism to Akechi's character that gets boiled down to "hehehe crazy murder boy". Hate or dislike him? Cool, sure, but the normalization in fandom communities of just throwing around mental illness related terms in a derogatory fashion... really isn't good? Like even if Akechi was literally a psychopath or sociopath or had npd or other specific mental illnesses, that doesn't inherently make him evil, nor does it erase his victimhood, which is so integral to his role in the story.
He killed people, yes. That's not really up for debate, and yes he gets feral and over the top in third sem... but that's just over the top edgelord behavior directed at Shadows and focusing only on that ignores everything else he says and does in third sem, yet it happens so much (even though other Phantom Thieves, like Haru, have fun fighting Shadows too). Are we just gonna ignore all the times he's cool, collected, and reasonable in third sem to throw around this antiquated and hurtful idea of what the word "psychopath" means? ._. Just... blarg. I've made many Akechi rambles/rants, but the normalization of ableism surrounding him is not great? I think it's mostly down to ignorance and lack of media literacy, but yeah. Plus it's kinda fucked up how little weight is placed on Shido for teaching him how to do shutdowns (his own admission), the fact that the moment Akechi revealed himself to Shido, he was screwed, because this is a man who took a bump on the head as a reason to ruin Joker's life.
Idk. I think it's not just a P5 fandom trend, even, because it's so normalized the same way people think OCD is this funny quirky mental condition because of shows like Monk when it's an actual disability that can deeply affect people in horrible ways... Mental health awareness is good is all I'm saying.
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★彡[ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ, ᴍʀ. ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜰᴀᴄᴇ!]彡★
𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵!
𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (18+ only, SMUT)
Note: idk this is set on Halloween and i wanted to put it out then but shit happens lol. 2 am Nov 2 is better than never sooooo
Summary: You arrange a spooky threesome with Satoru and Suguru 👹 (the focus is them railing you but there is bits of m/m action)
Warnings/kink highlights: mentions of stalking (no actual stalking occurs), scary phone calls, mask kink, rough sex, threesome, they get a little fruity with it, mmf threesome, Eiffel Tower/spit roast??, cream pie, unprotected p in v, cum eating, face sitting, blowjobs/face fucking, light exhibitionism, moments of sex acts on camera, degrading language.
Word count: 1.9k
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You and Gojo had been toying with the idea of a threesome for a while. Satoru was normally the jealous type, but when you’d brought up the idea of your 3rd being his best friend, Suguru Geto he’d responded with surprising enthusiasm. You’d teased him about his man crush before but hadn’t realized he’d be willing to take it this far. You weren’t going to complain though; Suguru was incredibly handsome, with long dark hair and a muscular physique. Gojo had reassured you that he’d plan the whole thing, allowing it to be a surprise. You gave him a few fantasies to run by Suguru and decided on Halloween for the date.
Flash forward to October 31st and you were starting to think that Gojo had forgotten or found himself wrapped up in work. You sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and flipped through the channels aimlessly. You paid for cable and there still was never anything to watch. You saw your phone screen light up with an unfamiliar number. “Hello?”
“Are you home alone?” A low voice responded on the other end. It sounded suspiciously familiar.
“Satoru? Is that you?”
“Answer the question. Are you home alone?” The voice was gruff and impatient.
“Alright alright. Yes. I’m home alone.” You hoped this really was Satoru and you weren’t playing along with an actual psycho killer on the line.
“Good. Truth is, I already knew that. I’ve been watching you tonight. And so has my friend. We know you’re sitting on the couch and watching a shitty slasher film. And that you’re wearing a tiny white t-shirt and little black shorts.”
“Satoru, you're scaring me. Knock it off!” You had goosebumps on your arms and the voice in the back of your mind was wondering if the stranger on the phone really was Gojo or Geto, or if you were in real danger. The line went down and a cold chill went down your spine. You looked over to the glass door and saw two figures wearing Halloween masks dressed in all black. You let out a startled scream, knocking over the bowl of popcorn and dropping your phone as well.
The men in the doorway knocked on the glass and you saw them remove their masks, revealing their identities. Satoru and Suguru were bent over laughing hysterically at their prank. You opened the door and allowed them to enter.
“You guys aren’t as funny as you think you are!” You scolded them, fighting back your own grin.
Satoru flashed a cheesy smile and pecked your cheek. “I dunno, babe I think it was pretty funny.” He elbowed Suguru who was still laughing.
“You really should have seen the look on your face” Geto piped in. Their laughter was infectious and you couldn’t hold in your giggles any longer. You playfully swatted at them for the mean joke and wrapped yourself around Satoru.
“Can we take this to the bedroom, Mr. Ghostface?” You whispered in his ear.
“Lead the way and we’ll follow” he murmured back. You grabbed each of them by the hand and led them up the stairs to your bedroom. Once the door was shut firmly behind you, you began to eye the pair up and down. Sugurus' long hair was undone, falling down his back and shoulders. His muscles were prominent through his t-shirt and you could tell his cock was stirring in his pants. You bit your lip and ran a hand down Geto’s stomach, feeling every one of his abs.
Gojo was impatient to taste you and pulled you over to him for a kiss. He gripped your ass and let his tongue enter your mouth. As you kissed you felt Geto press into you from behind, sliding your boyfriend's hands onto his own ass. Geto kissed the top of your head as he ground into you. You were sandwiched between the two men and felt their cocks firming up on either side of you. Satoru was grinding into your sex from the front, and pulling Suguru closer to you as well. You could feel the other cock pressing against your ass.
You weren’t short by most standards, but the two men still stood at least a head or more taller than you. Satoru broke your kiss, pulling Suguru’s lips to meet him. They kissed above your head, still pressing against you like bookends. Geto’s hands trailed up your body, finding your breasts and groping at them. You moaned into Gojo’s chest and hugged him close.
Soon you found yourself on your knees, having been undressed to just your bra and panties. The two men stood nude in front of you, each stroking their cocks while they stared down at you. You caught the discarded masks laying on a side table out of the corner of your eye and grinned mischievously. “Wait. Put the masks back on. Please?” You looked up, blinking big doe eyes with your request. They soon obliged, and you felt yourself grow hot between your legs.
You took Geto’s cock into your hand, barely able to wrap around its girth, and began to stroke while you bobbed your head on Gojo’s tip. You alternated sucking and stroking each of them for a while, until Satoru grew impatient and grabbed a fistful of your hair. He pumped you up and down on his cock, bottoming out in your throat with each thrust. You were caught off guard, gagging on his length. You looked up and swore you made eye contact through the mask, feeling his blue eyes boring into yours as he fucked your throat.
“Don’t be a hog, Satoru. It’s my turn” Suguru interjected. Geto replaced Gojo’s hand with his own, thrusting your mouth onto his cock with no warning. His was girthier than you were used to and you felt your jaw might unhinge as you took all of him. He moaned lewdly as you struggled to take him, clearly enjoying the sight of your eyes beginning to water. He held you down on the base of his cock for several moments, leaving you gasping when you came back up. “Such a pretty girl. I love hearing you choke on these cocks. Such pretty sounds.”
“Stick your tongue out, slut” Gojo suddenly commanded. You did as he asked and he slapped his cock on your tongue and cheeks. You realized he’d pulled out a camcorder from a drawer somewhere and the blinking red light indicated he was filming. “The camera loves pretty sluts like you, baby”
“Show us your tits,” Suguru interrupted, tugging at one of your bra straps. You reached behind you and unclasped it, allowing the garment to fall to the floor. Your nipples grew hard in the cool air of the room, and Geto pinched one of them lightly between his fingers. You didn’t have time to react before Satoru was shoving his cock down your throat again. The two men played tug of war with your throat, constantly pulling you toward themselves and away from the other.
Suguru lay on his back as you lowered yourself onto his face, mask discarded to allow his mouth access to your cunt. His tongue searched for your clit, sucking and licking the small nub voraciously. You gripped the headboard as you rode his face. You slid as you ground down, completely coating his mouth in your slick. Suguru gasped and moaned against your pussy and you turned to see that Satoru had taken the other man’s cock into his mouth. Suguru’s hips bucked up and the vibrations from his moans sent waves of pleasure against your clit. You were close to orgasm and began to ride Suguru’s face in earnest, grinding down against his mouth focused only on bringing yourself over the edge. “Fuck! I’m cumming-“ you cried out as your orgasm burst through your body.
You lifted yourself off of Suguru’s face and lay beside him on the bed. Satoru took notice and pulled you onto his cock, sliding into you from behind as you rose to your hands and knees. “Fuck, Go. Feels s-good” you slurred; still coming down from the bliss and sensitivity of your orgasm. Suguru’s cock was leaking precum and still standing firmly at attention. The dark haired man seized the opportunity to slide his cock into your mouth again. You could barely form a coherent thought as you were being stuffed with cock from both ends. The two men found a rhythm, with one thrusting in as the other pulled back. The steady seesaw motion was building up a second orgasm deep in your core. You could tell that both men were close to their own first release as their thrusting became faster and more erratic. Satoru dug his nails into the flesh of your hips, pounding into you fast and hard.
“Fuck, baby. You take this cock so well. You’re such a little slut, taking two cocks at once.” Gojo’s banter continued, the words enhancing the sensation of him pounding against your g spot. Geto was silent except for lewd moans and the sounds of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Soon he gripped your hair with both hands, holding you down against his crotch as he flooded your throat with salt. You swallowed diligently, feeling Gojo’s cock twitch before he too filled your cunt with his own cum.
Despite having just orgasmed, both cocks were still rock hard and you too were eager to allow them to switch places. “You already lubed her up for me” Geto remarked as he slid his tip against your slit.
“Hope you enjoy second place, I’m already the best cock she’s ever had” Gojo teased back, slapping his cock against the tip of your outstretched tongue. You couldn’t have anticipated Suguru’s next move as he dipped two fingers inside of you, gathering Satoru’s seed on his fingers. Suguru popped the fingers in his mouth and made a show out of sucking them clean, complete with lewd mouth sounds and a clear pop! As he pulled them out of his mouth.
Gojo’s eyes glazed over with lust and he mumbled obscenities under his breath as he pumped his cock into your mouth. You gasped as you felt Suguru’s cock breach your entrance. His considerable girth took more than a moment to adjust to, every inch leading to a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. You moaned against Satoru’s cock in your mouth as Geto finally bottomed out inside of you. You’d never felt so full in your entire life. He pulled back slowly before thrusting back in. Once you grew accustomed to his fit his pace quickened and he was slamming his hips against your own.
“So tight, darling. I bet it feels so good to be stretched out like this, doesn’t it?” Suguru smiled as he talked dirty to you. His words were calculated to get a rise out of Gojo, who’s response was to thrust into your mouth even faster, tightening his grip on your hair. The mix of different sensations was overwhelming as your second orgasm broke through. The only thing keeping you upright was being stuffed with cock from the front and back. The muscle clenching down on Suguru’s cock elicited a loud groan from him as he approached his peak. He thrusted faster as he slammed against your g spot, eventually gushing cum into your cunt. Gojo pulled out of your mouth and immediately thrusted inside of overflowing pussy.
“Fuck baby j can’t help myself: it’s so hot when you’re overflowing with cum. A good girl like you can surely take one more load, can’t she? You’d been flipped onto your back and were laying between Suguru’s legs, head resting on his chest. He kissed you deeply as Satoru groaned, pumping one last load into you. He pulled out and sighed; the three of you collapsed into a pile of post orgasmic bliss in each others arms.
#my writing#jjk#jjk fanfiction#gojo x reader#geto x reader#satoru x reader#suguru x reader#satosugu#satosugo fan fiction#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut
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Rewatching this series has allowed me to notice the quite frankly hilarious exchange between Kunikida & Jun’ichirou during Atsushi’s entrance exam.
Jun’ichirou is trying to act tough with threatening Kunikida until he—out of nowhere, says this shit:
And Kunikida, understandably, is like excuse me??
Now, you can see the exact moment Jun’ichirou realizes he fucked up. Idk how much improv experience Tanizaki has, but I doubt he intended to make his demand that kinky, and it shows.
But it’s too late to change his bad boy act now, so he doubles down.
At this point, you can tell Kunikida takes a moment to lower his blood pressure, before he just resigns with a “this may as well happen” sort of face.
Like IMAGINE. You tell your colleague to pretend to be a psycho bomber and he asks you to do THIS shit??? Like Tanizaki do you have something you wanna share with the class?
You gotta hand it to Kunikida for keeping a straight face the whole time though, goddamn. He may be a tightass, but he committed to that role.
#and poor atsushi. who has never witnessed a crime before. is like ‘i am uncomfortable & i would like to leave.’#like YEAH buddy UNDERSTANDABLE#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bsdrewatch2023#bsd rewatch#doppo kunikida#kunikida doppo#junichirou tanizaki#tanizaki junichirou#atsushi nakajima#nakajima atsushi#atsushi’s entrance exam#naomi tanizaki#tanizaki naomi#jun'ichirō tanizaki#tanizaki junichiro#junichiro tanizaki#bsd kunikida#bsd tanizaki#tanizaki bsd#kunikida bsd#neo queen serenity’s posts#bungo stray dogs#bungou gay dogs#jun'ichirou tanizaki#tanizaki jun’ichirou#bsd analysis#bsd meta
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general link hcs
+gen neutral
+botw/totk link
-Link always keeps an eye on you no matter what’s happening. In a fight he always knows where you are, walking through a village he keeps you in his line of sight and when riding together around Hyrule he not only watches you but also the tree lines if danger were to present itself
-While he is often with the princess, he still tries to make as much time as possible to be with you or have you with him wherever he goes
-Poor guy can’t bear the thought of not only loosing someone he loves more than anything but to fail at his job as a hero in protecting you would eat away at his soul
-Links most favorite kind of date with you is a simple trail ride on your horses with a picnic and nap under a cozy tree
-In his life of never ending chaos, having soft calming moments with you brings his mind at ease, having even just a moment of a peaceful life makes him happy
-Zelda will sometimes ask link of his whereabouts when not at her side and will happily giggle and tease him when he grows a light flush and is reluctant to tell
-She knows exactly where he was and it brings her joy knowing that link can finally have a piece of a normal hylian life with someone he loves, he of all people deserves it
-Zelda will bring you around the castle and any excursions to not only spend time with you but to also let you and link spend more time together. It’s not a lie that the hero’s time is taken with his duties more often than not so she takes it upon herself to bring you two together
-It warms her heart to see two people she loves together
-While link knows that you can most certainly take care of yourself in battle, he always tries to take care of most if not all the danger before it even has a chance to reach you
-He wouldn’t ever admit to this for fear of belittling you, but he can’t let anything even bring the possibility of harm to you. From all that he’s lost and had taken away from him, he will die before he lets the world take you away from him
-Link is a man that thrives on quality time and physical touch
-He never gave it much thought before but after meeting you he doesn’t think he could ever live without it
-When you two are together you can guarantee that he will always be touching you in some way whether it’s holding your hand, cuddling or even just your arms or legs brushing against each other
-It grounds him to know that you’re really there with him and that you’re not going anywhere anytime soon
-No matter how long or tough his fights are, he will always come home with a rare smile on his face, no matter how battered and bruised he is he will always rush to get home to you
-In link’s saddle bag he always makes sure to have enough stuff for the both of you but will put in any extra things that he knows you like
-As much as he protects the whole world, it brings him to his knees if you dote on him. He might be reluctant at first but he will never say no, never to you.
- It makes his heart nearly explode having you take care of his sore and weary muscles and bones, always wanting to repay you but is always shot down with a “you do enough, let someone do something for you for once”
-Will melt if you have him put his head on your lap or chest while having down time at the house and will drift to sleep, feeling nothing but love and peace
(A/N: totk has had me in a goddamn choke hold for days the same way botw did so now I gotta make my brain happy being apart of the world. More wrench stuff to come tho, that psycho always has my heart)
#link x reader#wild link x reader#wild link#botw link#botw x reader#totk link#totk x reader#totk link x reader#legend of zelda
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Because the whole Tuvix wank is rearing its head every week on Trek forums, I finally decided to rewatch this episode. I mostly avoided it because I am So Tired of the wank and how it's been relitigated for YEARS.
I was over it when it first popped up and I was even more over it with the way it's used as a bludgeon to promote 'psycho Janeway'.
But what's left out in the discussions is Kes's part in all of this, from the jump, Kes was troubled with the merging of Neelix and Tuvok, and anytime Tuvix tried to make advances, she just kept getting more uncomfortable.
(When Tuvix unconsciously touched Kes's shoulder, it looked like she had to consciously not flinch.)
To Tuvix's credit, he did give Kes space and respected her wishes but she was not happy with the whole merge because her relationship with Neelix and Tuvok is different.
We don't see the other people grieve but we see Kes's grief and confusion, which was shared by Janeway. But also, the moment the EMH had a solution to separate the two people in Tuvix, Harry jumped at the chance.
And he's already spent weeks with Tuvix.
The irony is that Janeway was coming around to thinking of Tuvix as an individual but the cure presented itself, but also as the Ship's Captain she has an obligation to care for her crew and absent or not that meant advocating for the two voices who couldn't speak up: Tuvok and Neelix.
Kes was the deciding factor. Kes made her plea to separate Neelix and Tuvok.
Kes was the biggest reason why Janeway decided to separate Tuvok from Neelix.
It was such a cop-out from the Doctor that he refused to do the procedure he made and pioneered. And forced Janeway to execute it instead.
Janeway is clearly not happy about the decision and she's caught between a rock and a hard place.
In Nothing Human Janeway verbalizes it.
"Any consequences of this decision will be my responsibility. Dismissed."
Janeway's constantly put into a wheelhouse of trolley problems, as the only high-ranking Starfleet officer, she is the final authority. In Nothing Human everyone is locked in an endless debate about the morality of using the Cardassians' methods to save B'Elanna's life. Meanwhile, the clock was running down to zero and B'Elanna could have died more.
(Honestly, the story should have been more B'Elanna, Doctor, and Janeway-centric than it was. Nothing Human is a weird episode. Especially since Seven was barely in it and seems to be the Acting Chief Engineer -- amusingly enough because the writers thought they killed Joe Carey between s2 and 3. Alas, poor Vorik, he's not getting any promotions either).
TLDR: Janeway is constantly living through what the Doctor of Doctor Who is living through. Or as the 12th Doctor once said: "Sometimes the only choices you have are bad ones, but you still have to choose."
#thinky thoughts#that episode of voyager#star trek voyager#kathryn janeway#yes i wrote this because robbie mcneill's assertion#that tuvix hurt janeway's character#annoyed me so much#i like ya rob but no#this was just another building block to her character#as someone who is willing to do the hard choices#and shoulder the consequences
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