#hyde wear your glasses

[fangirls-other-art]

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[letorip]

Can you do headcanons about meeting/first date with Jenna’s characters?

meetings & first dates

very funny to think about, i really did have quite good fun writing this one. thank you as always to the anon who requested, i was happy to oblige. also this isn’t what i originally planned to put out but casual [iii] should be out soon so maybe this’ll fill the void. i'm also on holiday at the moment, so that's why i'm posting at a weird hour (5 am) my ass had a plane to catch

i think i cooked on the lorraine one, would y'all want that one too

wednesday addams

you meet her in jericho, working behind the counter of the hardware store your parents own, when she stomps inside in her rain soaked boots and down a random aisle without a word at you

when she comes back with a shovel, some duct tape, a taser, and some rope, you have to awkwardly joke that it looks like she's trying to kill something

she doesn't laugh at your joke, instead staring right back at you, and you feel yourself gulp

that's your first interaction, and you don't see her again for a few days, until she comes back to buy a box of nails, and then a week later, a bucket, and a few days after that, a plunger

you won't know it until later, but she didn't actually need the nails or the bucket, she just needed an excuse to go back to the hardware store and buy some stuff so she could get up close to you

after four or five trips of her buying the most odd, random shit, she works up the courage to actually start talking to you a bit more. after a few more trips after that, you ask her what the stuff is all for, and she lets you in on the creature in the woods killing the locals, and that she claims to have seen it

for what it's worth, you believe her immediately, about rowan and the hyde and crackstone, and you listen to her theorise, leaning on the counter until someone else comes in and asks you where the plywood is, and you have to actually go do your job. wednesday stares down the intruder, trying to smite them with her eyes, but you always give her an apologetic smile before you leave

she tells you later when you're better friends and she's confessing, but she thinks of you as an odd comfort and home that she never realised she desired, and being in the hardware store and having you smile at her gave her a single fluttering of that warmth

eventually she brings you on her investigations and her cold, dead heart is running a million miles an hour the entire time, but you have to hide how close you are to wednesday from your father, because of his passionate dislike of outcasts

wednesday comes to your back window and chucks rocks at the glass to get your attention, romeo and juliet style, so that you can sneak out

when you actually ask her out, it's before you've even kissed, and wednesday wordlessly nods yes with her mouth hanging open, before she grabs the collar of your jacket and messily kisses you for the first time

your first date is to a movie, and to a horror movie, to be more specific. you take her to get food at a local diner that's open 24 hours, super late at night, and though she makes a remark about how these restaurants were unhealthy and an indicator of what's wrong with america, she thoroughly enjoys her waffle and you even manage to get her to wear one of those silly diner hates for a moment. she doesn't admit it, but she likes making you laugh

the movie is an incredibly rough experience. you despise horror movies, but wednesday is left smiling at the screen as a man is ripped to shreds in front of your eyes

that is until she realises your discomfort, and she realises you only did this because you knew she would like it. the realisation literally blows her mind, and she watches your face contort in disgust and fear, before gently reaching over and hastily grabbing your hand

she doesn't say another word, struggling to process the new emotions until you're both done with the movie and walking home. you're ranting about how gross it was and how you would be having nightmares for weeks because of it, and then she reaches up to the back of your neck and pulls you down into another fiery kiss, right as it starts to rain

tara carpenter

you've known tara for years, since you're also from woodsboro. you went to the same elementary school and she’s known of you for a long, long time since you chased her around the playground with a lizard in your hands

tara's always liked you, and you've both always had some attraction to each other and magical chemistry, but there's always been something to keep you apart

tara's involvement with amber and then chad, and then your own girlfriends, it was never the right time for you both to explore whatever electricity you could feel between you, so you didn't until you were both well into your year at blackmore

you only really get close until you take the same film class as tara. tara takes it because she's a film major and you take it because you need the credit and it's the only option of a class that takes place after 8 in the morning

you sit right next to each other and for the whole semester, you two slowly grow closer and closer, poking each other and whispering stuff while the professor prattles on

she's the de facto film buff of the group, only rivalled by mindy, and so you go to her whenever you're working on a project, because you're definitely the type to watch stupid shit, and not the high-brow film stuff the class requires

it means you end up hanging out a lot, at the library, at the coffee shop, on the couch of her apartment. you both set up the '1 for 1' rule, in which she gets to show you a movie for ever movie you get to show her

and she shows you really annoyingly good stuff, while you make her watch utter garbage. neither of you admit it, but you end up liking some of the high-brow art she pushes and she ends up having fun with the stupid movies you show her

when she makes you watch the babadook, you make her watch hot tub time machine, when she makes you watch citizen kane, you make her watch bridesmaids, and when she makes you watch la la land, you make her watch zoolander. it's a mutual exchange of interests, and you both lean against each other when you watch them on the couch or on her bed

paddington absolutely makes tara carpenter cry, there, i said it, and you show it to her and hug her when she does

things are genuinely just so easy and perfect with you, and it's so natural in a way that is unnatural for tara, but in a good way. you're unlike anyone she's ever been with, and it's refreshing and new in a way that's so exciting when you both kiss during the movie before sunrise

that's why it's so funny when your first date goes absolutely awfully

it rains on you, while you both walk to the restaurant and neither of you brought an umbrella because it wasn't projected to rain. then the sushi place you're bringing her to completely forgets your reservation and you're both waiting 30 minutes to get a table, and to top matters off, you end up being allergic to a fish you try for the first time, and need to get taken in hospital

you're not even choking really, just broken out into hives and feeling lightheaded, and tara's in the ambulance with you on the way there, and you're both talking casually, like "how was your day?"

you both get there and realise tara forgot her phone at the restaurant, and whereas anyone else would be pissed and call it a terrible date and give up, you both are fucking laughing your heads off at how cartoonishly awful the date went, even though it's a hospital, and that probably isn't the right place to be laughing in

when you're released super late that night, you both end up just wandering around new york until the late hours of the morning, just talking and occasionally holding hands. tara mentions that it reminds her of la la land, and you kiss, and what would've been a deal-breaking, awful date for anyone else just becomes something you shared with each other, and brings you even more in love

reminds me of the song ant pile by dominic fike

lorraine day

you meet lorraine as the kid of the new corn farmer in town, after your grandfather gets too old to be able to maintain his land by himself. your father has to come back and take over, due to his declining health, and you first see each other when lorraine and her daddy come to say hello and talk business for cow feed

she spots you in the back, leaning on the fence next to the field with your arms crossed and your hat pulled low, and you're just watching her and her dad talking to yours with a frown

she's set on edge by your presence, even though you're not really part of the conversation. she has to stop herself when she realises she keeps looking over at you every couple seconds, and you're still just staring at her and her father in a way that isn't exactly friendly

your dad is a generally nice guy, and he gives her your name in a passing mention and graciously accepts the pie lorraine's momma made to bring to the new partners, but it overall isn't a great first impression, and she decides right there in her daddy's truck on the ride home that she doesn't like you very much

when you're brought up again, it's by her father a week or so later. he's mentioning how helpful you are around your grandfather's farm over dinner, saying how your grandfather is blessed to have someone so good-hearted, and lorraine can’t help but remember the look of you glowering against the fence at them and doubt how true that is

she still doesn't like you, when you actually talk for the first time. RJ is bringing her home after an incredibly awkward date and gets a flat, and just as it starts to rain, guess who spots her and decides to pull over in their rusty ass pickup truck with a weird look on your face that lorraine can't help but assume is smugness

your truck bed is full of tools and supplies for your grandfather's farm and you haven't got a spare on you, but you know there's one in the shed on your farm. there's only one seat open in your truck, and even though lorraine heavily hints to RJ that she doesn't want to go, she's volunteered, as RJ doesn't want to leave his van on the side of the road, even though there's not many people who would touch the piece of junk

you snort when he insinuates that lorraine wouldn't be strong enough to fend off anyone who would take the van, and even though she's equally as miffed by RJ's assumption she's a bit annoyed by you defending her

the ride home is incredibly tense and neither of you say much until you're pulling into your yard and you say, "for the record, i highly doubt he'll be fending anyone off either." it's funny and it almost makes her laugh until she remembers she decided she didn't like you and she has to get serious again, and tells you not to talk about her boyfriend that way, and you don't say anything for the rest of the time you're helping her

she sits in the truck watching you from the wing mirror as you roll the spare out from your shed and then hoist it into the truck bed, looking sweaty and muscles tensing with effort. even though you're kind of annoying, you're tanned and you're fit, and it's something she can't help but notice whenever she goes to your farm in search of her father, who sometimes comes over to buy corn for his cattle

you both naturally start to grow into something resembling a friendship. you'll shoot the shit when you're not working, leaning on the handle of a shovel half in the ground, and lorraine will walk over and just kind of talk to you for a while. she doesn't even really realise the annoyance has melted away until it smacks her in the face that she was really wrong about you

your first date isn't actually a date until it's over. lorraine is at a lake day with her friends when one shows up with you in tow. she didn't even realise you had friends, but you're there with them and you look damn good in your swim suit, and you actually start talking a little bit about leaving the big city for your grandfather

you're all having fun, swimming around and talking, and she sees you're pretty funny when you want to be. it's kind of jarring to see just how wrong she was about you, and you both end up dancing around to your friend playing guitar and singing along

you end up being her ride home, and though there's still an underlying tension in the air, this time your truck is full of laughter and you're both actually talking. about halfway through, you accidentally let it slip that you asked your friend if lorraine was going to be there, and though the tips of your ears are red and you're apologising, lorraine can't help but reach right over and kiss you, and suddenly everything feels right in the world

cairo sweet

you meet her on the first day of creative writing, as the new student at your school, and mr. miller's seating chart places you directly next to her. she stares at you a bit, as if unimpressed by your existence, and you stare right back at her, equally as unimpressed

though you're new, you quickly skyrocket to incredible academic success, and cairo is enraged to find that with the transfer of credits, you're now really the valedictorian, sweeping it from underneath her feet at the very end of her senior year

with that, she absolutely despises you and everything you stand for

you have to trade papers for peer grading and while you calmly grade it at first, when you see that yours is covered in marks and cairo is being absolutely brutal beyond belief, nitpicking every little punctuation mark and symbol she can, you get a bit annoyed and start doing the exact same thing to her

it's a giant game of one-upping the other, and you guys repeatedly mess with each other like a chess match of fucking each other over. neither of you will admit you find the other annoyingly magnetic and captivating, you instead resort to messing with each other's standings

you both are duking it out over each little test grade, as cairo desperately tries to regain her spot at number one and you attempt to fend her off and keep your place. she'll brag about her perfect score on the calculus exam, and then you'll clap back with your extra credit. you absolutely dominate her in maths and sciences but she has you beat in creative writing and histories

winnie is greatly amused by the whole ordeal, and keeps insisting to cairo that you both should get it over with and fuck already but she scoffs and claims to resent the implication. doesn't mean she hasn't thought about it, though

her involvement with mr. miller is something she's only doing to maintain her spot as mr. miller's favourite student. cairo has the writing skill to back it up and is incredibly gifted with the pen, but you ooze a certain charisma that makes the teachers around you all giant fans, and she would be lying if she didn't say she was worried you would pull mr. miller's recommendation letter with it, and steal it right out from under her. it's entirely possible for a teacher to write more than one recommendation letter, she just wants the satisfaction of being the first one to get it

when you're partnered up on a group writing project that needs to be done in pairs, cairo sees it as the perfect opportunity to gather intel on you. another thing she hates is how mysterious you are, and how not many people actually know that much about you, other than how pleasant you are

she insists it has to happen at your house, and though you try to argue, she insists it has to be the case. it surprises her, when she puts your address into her phone and she sees it's a small one bedroom apartment in a bad part of town, without air conditioning and with terrible plumbing, and that your father works three jobs to support you

she doesn't know what she expected, but that's definitely not it, with your ability to dress and intelligence. suddenly her arch nemesis gains a third dimension, and she understands just how hard you work

though you're guarded at first, you both actually slowly discover that you don't exactly mind the other that much. you still want to keep your spot and she desperately wants it for her own, but you say something silly and it makes her laugh- really laugh- for what feels like the first time in a long time

you work together on the project more and more, and suddenly she's enjoying your company and wanting you around. she's definitely a little bit disgusted by that at first, but it's something she can't deny

she asks you on your first date to a poetry reading on a saturday, and you're a bit confused since the group project is already over, but you decide to go anyways and you have a great time. you say something profound after one of the poems, and cairo's eyes just drop to your lips in a weird amazement

she's dragging you to the bathroom immediately before the next poem can even start, and i don't think i have to say what happens next, but it's messy and there's lipstick everywhere

your father snorts when you get home that night, and there's dark red lipstick smudged all over your lips and a bit down your neck, and you roll your eyes at him with a smile

[dawnisatotalqueen]

PROMISE

title: promise

character: steven hyde x reader

warnings: alcohol use, marijuana use, mentions of virginity, mentions of assault, cursing, semi frequent use of l/n (last name), zen masters (jackie x hyde) if u squint

summary: when you met the boys, you made a promise to never date any of them. though this gets harder and harder to follow as you all get older and more attractive.

disclaimer: i do not support danny masterson in any way, shape, or form. i just have an attachment to hyde </3

word count: 2972

part two

You were a maneater. At least, that’s what your friends said and you didn’t necessarily disagree. In your mere 17 years of life, you had accumulated nearly 30 boyfriends. In a town like Pointplace, there weren’t very many eligible bachelors, and it didn’t help that you swore off dating the hottest one.

Years prior, at the very beginning of middle school, when you had met Kelso, Foreman, and Hyde, you made a promise. You promised to yourself, and to them, that you would never date them. You enjoyed their company a lot, which is exactly why you didn’t want to risk dating any of them.

Naturally, as time progressed and Fez joined the group, he was included in the group of boys you wouldn’t date, though in all honesty, you probably never would have dated him regardless.

As you got older, you had started to ever so slightly regret your promise because as you got older, so did the boys, and oh boy, was one of them hot.

Hyde was gorgeous and exactly your type. But did you think Hyde was hot because he was your type, or did you think he was hot because he set the standard for your type? The world may never know.

To put those feelings aside, you upped the ante on your dating game. You were the most “desirable” out of your friend group except for maybe Donna or Jackie. You dated jocks, nerds, stoners, and basically any other clique in your high school.

That led you to now, walking into Eric Foreman’s basement, which is where you usually were, waiting for a guy to show up for a date.

You wore a pretty black dress and your signature green bomber jacket.

Donna was the first to look over, whistling with a grin. “Damn! You look great.”

Jackie looked over, gasping a little and pushing up off of Kelso to rush over to you. “That dress is gorgeous!! Much better than what you usually wear.” She looked over the dress.

You giggled at the backhanded compliment. It was something you were used to with Jackie, and you found it endearing. “Thanks! Got it just for the date. Definitely keeping it, though.”

Hyde raised a brow. “You don’t usually dress up for dates. Must really like the guy, huh?” You didn’t notice it then, but he shifted uncomfortably, his posture tensing.

“Damn it!! Stupid lucky guy, getting (L/N) to dress up all nice for him..” Kelso crossed his arms over his chest, pouting.

“At least we get to be blessed with the sight.” Fez sighed happily.

“I don’t know, I don’t really like him.” You shrugged. “He’s just takin’ me somewhere fancy, figured it was the least I could do.”

“Well, you look great. Hope you have fun.” Donna got up, patting you on the back.

“Thanks!! I’ll swing by after, yeah?”

“We’ll leave the door unlocked.” Eric commented, smiling.

“Great!” You heard a honk outside. “That’s my queue. Cya!” You grinned, heading out the door.

Hyde rolled his eyes, or, that’s what everyone assumed. It was a little hard to tell with the glasses. “Doesn’t even have the decency to knock, and she’s giving this guy a shot?” He scoffed.

“Someone sounds jeaaalouusss!!” Kelso snickered.

“I’m not jealous. I just think (L/N) could do better than some dude who can’t even knock on the door.”

“It’s okay if you’re jealous, Hyde! I mean, she’s going out with a popular jock. It makes sense you’d feel insecure.” Jackie returned to her spot next to Kelso.

“Why would I care?”

“It’s obvious you guys have a little back and forth thing.” Jackie giggled.

Donna hummed, leaning against the couch. “I figured you guys would’ve at least made out by now.”

Hyde scoffed. “Never gonna happen. She literally swore off ever dating me, Foreman, and Kelso.”

“Is that all that’s stopping you?” Eric raised a brow.

“No.” Hyde was almost too quick to answer. What he didn’t say was that he thought you were out of his league. He was a teenage dirtbag, and while you were their friend, you also were more of a social floater than anything. You dated jocks and the most popular guys in school. He’d be stupid to think you could ever be interested in dating him..

Right?

..

It had been a couple of hours since you left, and everyone had sort of faded out. Eric retreated upstairs to his room, heading to bed, and everyone else had returned to their respective houses.. Everyone except for Hyde, that is, as he had found himself recently staying in the Foreman’s basement after an incident with his Mom.

He lounged on the couch, taking a puff from a blunt that he had rolled when he heard the door open.

You stumbled in, reeking of cheap booze. More importantly, though, you had visibly been crying. Your mascara left streaks down your face, and your nose was red and puffy.

“What happened?” Hyde sat up straight, stiffening. Did that guy hurt you? He would kick his ass if he hurt you–

“That guy was a douche.” You huffed. “Got me drunk, then tried to get laid.” You wobbled over to the couch, sitting next to him. You held out your hand, and Hyde got the message, passing you the blunt.

“Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head. “Pushed him off.” You deeply inhaled the smoke before blowing it out, sighing. “Sucks. Used to it, but it sucks.”

“You’re used to it?” He stared at you, a little bewildered.

“Most guys get pissy when I won’t sleep with them.” You kicked off your heels, leaning back. “Don’t wanna lose my virginity to some guy I don’t even like.. Is that bad?” You looked at him, frowning.

“That’s not a bad thing.” He pushed a piece of your hair out of your face. “Plenty of people wanna save it for someone special. Like the whole til marriage shit.” He shrugged.

“Guess so..” You looked down before smiling, nudging him. “Why can’t every guy be as nice as you?”

He raised a brow. “You think I’m nice?”

“Yeahh!” You grinned, your slurring words the evidence of the alcohol still in your system. “In your own way. Liike, you may not act like it, but I think you care about everyone. At least a little. Like when you took Jackie to prom! Or now, you’re comforting me after a shitty date.”

“If you keep goin’ you’re gonna make my ego big.” He snickered.

You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Shut upp.. Point iss, you’re super sweet in your own way, and that’s what mattersss..”

He wrapped his arm around you. “You flatter me too much.”

After you didn’t respond, he looked over and realized you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He sighed a little, propping you up and then picking you up. He took you to his room, laying you down on his bed and tucking you in.

He sat down next to you, watching you for a second. You looked so completely and utterly peaceful. He let out a breath before standing up.

Was your promise all that was stopping him from pursuing you?

He stood still for a second before heading to the door and flipping off the light. “Night, doll.”

..

You were very confused when you woke up the next morning, and you were in Hyde’s bed. You were still in the same clothes from the night before, and there was no evidence that anyone else had been in bed with you, so you felt pretty confident that you didn’t sleep together.

You scooted off of the mattress, getting up and peeking your head out the door. You didn’t see anyone in the basement, so you figured it must’ve been earlier in the day. You walked around, spotting a blanket on the couch, and you figured Hyde must’ve slept on it. But, he was nowhere to be found.

You decided to head upstairs and hopefully wash your face, maybe even get a change of clothes that Laurie left behind.

When you opened the door to the basement, you hissed a little upon seeing that the Foreman family were all sitting around the table, eating breakfast like the classic sitcom family.

You turned around, trying to tiptoe down the hallway when the floor board underneath you squeaked. You hissed, turning around when you heard Kitty’s voice behind you. “Y/N? Is that you? This early in the morning?”

You turned around, smiling awkwardly. “Ah.. Yeah, sorry. I um– I let myself in.”

Kitty gasped a little, getting up from her chair. “Goodness! You look awful!”

You assumed she was referencing your tear smudged makeup. “Yyyeah.. Rough night.”

“Let me get you cleaned up.” She put a hand on your shoulder, ushering you through the hall.

That left the boys in the kitchen. Red looked at Hyde, raising a brow. “You slept on the couch last night.

Hyde paused. “Yup.” He shoved a bite of his food in his mouth.

“Did she stay over?” Red leaned back in his chair, eyeing the curly haired boy.

Eric whistled lowly. “Dang, Hyde. Maybe Jackie was right about you being jealous.”

Hyde rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t like that. She had a crappy date and passed out. I didn’t wanna wake her up just to make her leave.”

Red looked at him for a second before raising his brows. “Well, that was nice. But you two really need to stop letting random kids crash here.” He cringed.

..

Meanwhile, you were in the bathroom with Kitty. You washed your face, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were a little swollen, but it was nothing major. You sighed a little before Kitty spoke. “I’ll get some clothes from Laurie’s room for you to change into. I can wash your clothes for you.”

You smiled at her, nodding. “That’d be appreciated, thank you.” You took off your jacket, handing it to her.

She smiled at you, taking your jacket before freezing when she saw your wrists.

You hadn’t realized it, but the jackass that you went on a date with had left bruises on you when he was trying to get handsy.

“Did.. Someone..” Kitty trailed off.

“No! No, no. Nothing like that. I, uh, I pushed him off of me.” You reassured her.

She frowned. “Oh, dear.. That had to have been hard.”

You looked to the side, frowning a little. “...Yeah.”

She put a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Well, you’re safe now. And you’ll have clean clothes soon enough.” She smiled, heading out the door and getting you some clothes.

Laurie’s clothes were comfortable. Kitty got you a pretty simple tank top and some pajama pants, which you didn’t mind. She told you she’d let you know when your clothes were clean, so you made your way down to the basement. It had been about an hour since you had seen Hyde and Eric since you took a shower during that time.

The usual group had gathered in the basement during that time, watching something stupid on TV. You made your way down the stairs, running a hand through your hair.

You casually walked over, sitting on the arm of the couch, putting you next to Kelso and Jackie. Only then did everyone realize you were there.

“Hey (L/N)!” Donna grinned, raising a teasing eyebrow. “How was your hot date–” She paused when she saw your appearance. Slightly swollen eyes and bruised wrists were the first thing to stand out.

“Jeez! You look awful!” Jackie looked over at you, and you couldn’t help the giggle that came out. She sounded just like Kitty.

You hummed. “The date was shit, but it’s cool. Didn’t really like the guy anyway, and I got free food.” You shrugged it off.

Hyde watched you, his eyes drifting down your body before they landed on your wrists. He didn’t see that the night before. You really did have to fight off that douche-bag.

Donna got up from where she was next to Eric, going to the back of the couch and hugging you. “Aw.. I’m sorry, babe. You can do better anyway.”

“Like Hyde said yesterday, you could do way better than a guy who honks!” Fez hummed, nodding to himself.

You blinked, looking in Hyde’s direction, seeing him shrug. “It’s true.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up, and your eyes soften, but before you could dwell on the butterflies in your stomach, you heard a honk from outside. You all paused, and Eric looked in your direction. “Do you have another date?”

You shook your head, getting up off the couch. “Who could that be?” You went to the door, opening it and going up the outside stairs, spotting a familiar car. “..Oh god.”

The guy you had gone out with the day before got out of his car, spotting you. “(Y/N)-- Can we talk?”

You grimaced, crossing your arms. “Why?”

You could hear your friends gathering up behind you as you walked up the driveway.

“Listen, I get kind of weird when I’m drunk, I didn’t mean to be so pushy.” The boy frowned, looking down at you.

You grumbled, rolling your eyes. “And I suppose you didn’t mean to ditch me and make me walk home too then?”

“You had to walk here?” Before you knew it, Hyde was by your side, looking at you.

You looked at him, frowning a little before shrugging. “Yeah. It’s–”

“Please, just– just give me another chance.” The boy stepped closer to you, trying to grab your shoulders.

Hyde stepped between you, pushing the guy away by his chest. “I think you’ve done enough.”

“And who do you think you are?” The guy stood up straight, getting in Hyde’s face.

“I’m her friend. And I don’t appreciate how you treated her.”

“Well, frankly, I think it’s none of your business how I treat her.”

“It kind of is when she busts into my basement crying.”

“Don’t be dramatic. I was just trying to have some fun.” The guy rolled his eyes. “And the bitch was basically asking for it with that dress–”

Hyde punched him, and he held his bleeding nose. The guy growled, throwing a punch at Hyde, and before you knew it, they were fighting. You squeaked, reaching your hand out. “H– hey there’s no need to fight it’s fine–”

The guy elbowed you. Right in the eye.

You hissed, holding your face. “Fuck–”

Hyde looked between you and the guy for a split second before he nailed his knee into his stomach. “You’d seriously fucking hit a chick?! What is wrong with you?!”

The guy coughed, holding his stomach and backing up toward his car, hurrying in.

“Yeah, screw off!” Hyde called after him, looking over to you.

Donna and Jackie rushed over to you, Donna, holding your shoulders. “O– ow shit– How bad is it?” You moved your hand off of your eye.

Jackie hissed. “Yikes. That’s gonna bruise. But it’s okay!! I have some absolutely great makeup that’ll cover it up, no problem!”

You giggled a little through the pain. “Ah, I don’t think that’s my biggest concern–” You looked in Hyde’s direction. “Are you okay?”

..

You and Hyde were left alone in the basement as the others were grabbing some stuff to help with your current conditions. Donna and Eric were getting an ice pack, Jackie was getting her makeup, and Kelso and Fez… Well, they were doing something.

You held a warm washcloth, dabbing at the little cuts and bruises on Hyde’s face. It was one of the few times you had seen him without his glasses for such a long period of time.

Once you were done, you sighed, smiling at him. “Y’know, you don’t need to get into fights for me.”

Hyde leaned back. “What? For you? Nah, the guy just had a very punchable face.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Right, right, my bad.”

He straightened up a little, clearing his throat. “Well, uh, are you good? I mean, that guy said some pretty nasty things..”

You shrugged a little, looking down. “I’m all good. He’s not the first guy to react like that to me rejecting them. He is the first guy to give me a black eye though.”

At the mention of your black eye, Hyde leaned forward, pushing your hair out of your face and oh so carefully touching your cheek. “Does it hurt?”

You stared at him, your breath hitching. “A little.”

He seemed to take in the fact that the two of you were mere inches away. He swallowed, looking down at you. “(L/N).. I uh.. I didn’t like that you went out with that guy.”

“What?” You furrowed your brows. “Why? Because he was like– a douche?”

“I mean, yeah, but I think it was ‘cause I uh…” He licked his lips. “I might, uh..”

Before he could say what he had on his mind, Donna and Eric made their way down the stairs, and you and Hyde quickly scooted away from each other.

Donna handed you the ice pack, and you pressed it to your eye, hissing a little.

“Jackie will be back with her makeup pretty soon, but I’d suggest not putting it on at least until the swelling goes a little down.” Donna hummed.

“Yeah, she–” Eric had started to go on a ramble about something, but you weren’t paying attention. Your eyes were on Hyde, who had casually gone back to his chair, acting as if your moment didn’t happen.

Was he going to say he liked you? What would that mean for your relationship? You were attracted to him, you had to admit, but did you like him?

Should you break your promise? 

[villainintern]

... is an upcoming Choicescript interactive fiction game! You can follow development updates on the dev blog here, view the forum page here, and play the demo here.

Villain Intern is currently on Chapter One: Onboarding as of 9/8/24, sitting at just over 30,000 words.

[FAQ Here and character introductions here, for the newer villains!]

Play as an aspiring supervillain interning at UnderHand, a legacy criminal corporation. Start from the bottom and navigate a world where everyone has it out for you, leveraging your strange superhuman abilities and your knack for manipulation. Make a name for yourself as an executive villain (with your own swanky corner office!), or turn against your higher-ups and usurp the company,…or throw away your promising career for the greater good, I guess...

Powers and Customization:

Choose from two different ability trees. Play as either a homemade cyborg with (painful looking) mechanical augmentations of your own design, or a genetically mutated freak with mysterious, bizarre abilities derived from animal genes. Choose 3 of the 9 unique abilities available for each power type, which update (or mutate) to scale as you get stronger. Climb walls, perfectly mimic any voice, rotate your head 360 degrees, talk to the AI assistant in your brain, etc etc! As a rule, you start out villainous, but whether you’re charming or sinister, sniveling or demanding, and backstabbing or frontstabbing is up to you.

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Key Characters and Relationships

Relationship progression tracks two major stats- your connection with a character, and your rivalry, which are not mutually exclusive. So you can romance your greatest nemesis, backstab your closest friend, that kind of thing. Or both at once, with the same person, even..

Fellow Interns:

👾 Peter Hyde is your cubicle neighbor, a geeky slackoff who’s fond of novelty ties. Unlike you, Peter doesn’t really want to be here, but he seems for some reason unable to quit. Laid-back, conflict avoidant, and generally easy to manipulate, he’s easy minion material for the MC- but his attitude belies a volatile, monstrous secret. Which can be a great asset or a major risk, depending on if you can maintain your control over him.

🤖 T9-670 is a seven-foot tall ex-war machine. Once a military member conscripted to UnderHand’s private security decal, its contract didn’t end when it died- the soldier’s brain was transplanted into a humanoid steel frame with a dark glass plate for a face. T9 is doing some soul searching- it’s not totally sure if it even has one left, but it would like to have a purpose beyond fixing printers and mowing down UnderHand’s enemies with its plasma gun.

🔬 Dr. Dr. Elaine Foster is an up-and-coming mad scientist, assistant to the esteemed Dr. Shrink. Don’t bring up the fact that she has two doctorates and is still an intern. She’s a genius prodigy, but otherwise has no superhuman abilities, which causes her to be overlooked by your superiors. Passionate and inscrutable, she’s obsessed with making it to the top her own way, and will remain one step ahead of you if you aren’t careful.

🧪 Reid/Reney Sullivan (gender selectable, nb included) is your nemesis, or at least they think so. They’re employed by OverSight, the subsidized hero-corporation that works in tandem with the government. An interning hero with impressive telekinetic powers, they are nonetheless as much of an amateur as you, and so you find yourself on even footing with one of the most promising superheroes in the business. Earnest and witty, they genuinely just want to help people. Eventually, they become fixated on “figuring you out”, which can lead to them getting sucked into your schemes. That, or their meddling could be your downfall. Worst of all, they might even succeed in reforming you.

There’s also 👁️ Blink, a rogue superhuman- some say vigilante, others say independent villain. Completely anonymous, they wear a unique suit of tactical gear that allows them to turn completely invisible, the first of its kind. Quippy, chipper, and sauntering, they tend to use their powers for ridiculous, showy things like popping up behind newscasters on TV. An invisible superhuman that loves the spotlight, Blink is full of contradictions. And secrets, big ones, that pertain to you.

… plus a cast of older, more established villains and heroes- including The Man, UnderHand’s enigmatic CEO. A faceless, hollow man in an empty suit. Actually, nobody’s ever seen anything but the suit, so he might just be the suit.

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[jasonsknight3]

Unwanted help

AK jason Todd x sweet waitress reader

Warning: Contains violence, slight gore, aaaaaaand weapons (figured I needed to start putting warnings.)

Gotham had always been a dark place with even darker shadows. A sweetheart like yourself would be swallowed whole, or at least, you should have been. Lucky for you, you’ve only been subjected to unwanted catcalling and unauthorized touches. Most of it happens at your diner job. However, most of the women there waitressing had been there a long time and came to your rescue. Tell them off if you will because unfortunately you are the shiny new toy. Originally you came to Gotham for a college education, and to get away from home. To your dismay you had to drop out. Not because you were dumb or anything it’s just, well, you didn’t have the money. It just didn’t work out. Your life has come to be what it is now. Being stuck in a waitressing job. At least you made good tips and enough money to still live in your apartment.

After a harsh shift you were instructed to lock up the dinner. Which wasn’t supposed to be your job tonight. It required more effort than people would think. Make sure dishes were done, the place was clean, turn off lights, make sure chairs were put up, all the other micro things that added up. As soon as you locked that final glass door you hastily made your way to your bus stop. “No. No, no, no, no!” You cry as you see the bus just pull away from your stop. “Wait!” You shouted running even faster only for your desperation to be ignored. “No.” You weezed as you came to a stop, your hands resting on the top of your knees as you fought to catch your breath. Sitting up you looked around, nothing but an eerily quiet street, dim streetlights, and trash. This could easily become a dangerous situation for you. You weighed your options. Taxi was out of the question, you learned from others not to carry cash on you, you couldn’t go back to the dinner, it was closed and it’s not like anyone could help you there and you boss would tanya Hyde if he saw you sleeping in a booth the next morning, no one you knew was awake at this hour, that left only one option. Walking. Taking a breath you prepare yourself for the journey home clutching your purse close.

Cautious was an understatement of your behavior. Looking around Constantly, jumping at tray cats and trash that crinkled in the light wind of the night. About six minutes into your 15 minute walk an extremely alarming sound of someone crashing on the pavement around an alleyway corner. Shortly after the sound of pained groans followed. Your heart hammered in your chest, should you help? What if it was a trick for kidnapping? Should I just leave? You wandered to yourself. Against better judgment peeking around the alley corner you see a man who was crumpled over on the dirty pavement. The man started to get up on his hands and knees, slightly shaking with a groan. His voice sounded odd. Upon closer inspection you notice this man was wearing a red mask that had a slight glow to it, armor, an interesting jacket, and boots. Along with the gray and black suit was red. Blood. An alarmingly large amount of blood stained his gear. Out of instinct you approach him “sir, I’m here to help. I’ll call-“ a soft clicking sound took your attention to his raised hand that had a gun in it. A small gasp escaped your lips. “Get lost.” The man said the mask does not allow any clear emotion to be heard or recognized. Freezing in place you take a breath and continue to talk to him. “You're hurt, bleeding. I’d hate to leave you like this.” You reasoned. “I don’t need nor want your help. Leave the ambulance out of it too.” An odd request but you didn’t worry too much about it at the moment. “Please, you’ll die if I don’t get you help somehow?” You argued. “Very unlikely.” He was certainly stubborn. “Well…” you thought for a moment. “At least let me take you somewhere safe so you can patch up.” The man didn’t reply this time but he lowered the gun and then put it in its holster.

Sticking your hand out to him you hoped to encourage him further to accept help. He looked at it for a moment before getting up himself with a small growl. His legs wobble a little, automatically you rush to his aid tryi go to ease his strain. In a split second she shoved you off hard enough you slammed to the brick wall. You couldn't help but cough and wheeze. Singly he knocked the wind out of you. You honestly would have fallen flat on your back had the wall not been there. “Don’t touch me!” He yelled falling in one knee from the entertainment it took to push you that hard. Still leaning on the wall you catch your breath and push through the itching pain you felt on your back from hitting the rough brick wall. “I wasn’t going to hurt you. I promise.” You explained quietly. He mumbled something as he got back up and started to walk out of the alley. “Lead the way.” He demanded. Cautiously you walk up to him. “Okay, I’ll do that.” Glancing at him you ask. “Is it alright if I give you a hand? Just to make sure you don’t fall.” A moment of silence passed before he sighed and lifted his arm which you went under and had it around your shoulder and started taking him to your home.

A fifteen minute walk turned into a longer one but when you made it to your apartment and got inside you sat him down on the couch. “Go get a med kit if you have it.” He wasn’t very nice to be honest . No manners or since of please and thank you. In your bathroom you searched all the cabinets and finally found the med kit. How would he use it, you didn’t have anything in there besides bandaids- Neosporin, Peroxide, and some burn cream that was in a little rectangular bag. Well at least it’s something you reasoned. When you were in the living room there he was, helmet off, top gear off, and his compression shirt off. Nothing but skin. Skin that had scars, some flat, some slightly rose above the rest of the skin, heck, some of them even looked like the shape of barbed wire. As if sensing your presents he looked at you. A fairly masculine face, hooded iceberg blue eyes, his face has major scars. One that crossed from his cheek over the bridge of his nose and up, two on his lips, and a big J on his left cheek. “Well…” he said expectantly. When you got closer you noticed in his hand he had a needle and thread already working on sewing himself up. Setting the box down on the couch next to him you step back and watch. With tactical precision he was patched up within minutes. “Got any pain meds?” His voice was a little gravely and tired. “Yea, I have some.” Again you moved from your spot and headed for your medicine cabinet. Searching through it you found it, some ibuprofen. Turning around you yelp as your eyes are met with the stranger standing dangerously close to you. As soon as he had your attention his hand reached out and held your chin tight as he yanked you close. Eyes wide you stare into his own. “Listen well. You keep this to yourself. You never saw me. You never saw my face. If I ever…catch wind that you spouted out you saw me, I will not hesitate to kill you. I promise I’ll make it slow.” His grip tightened just to emphasize his point. “Got it?” In your lack of responding, he nodded your head for you. “Is that a yes?” You managed a yes through your squished cheeks. “Good.” Taking the medicine he let go and headed to the living room. After a moment you follow suit. He was putting his shirt back on, along with his gear. “Wait- you should rest.” You protest, you hate the thought of him not making it home safe. “I can handle myself, lady.” With that he put on his jacket and helmet. Opening a window he looked at you “don’t forget, you snitch, I’ll find you.” His voice modulated. As quick as he came he was gone. In the silence you just stared at the window questioning everything. There was something different about him. As scary as he was part of you hoped he’d come back.

You brought him to your home, your safe space, a place he would start to visit often and just maybe call it his own.

Got motivated to do a quick sketch, had to hide the hands by cropping the photo…😭

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[angelsworks]

No where to Hyde 4 Dark!Tyler Galpin x reader

Previous part -> Here

Masterlist -> Here

Type: series

Summary: Unknowingly you complete the bond with the Hyde.

Warnings: 18+ only, mature, pure smut, fingering(fem receiving), oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex, slight dun con, yandere themes, dark themes

You hands ghosted over Tyler’s chest. After cleaning the scratches with antiseptic wipes, you started sticking butterfly stitches along the cuts. All the while Tyler watches you, as you gingerly acted as his nurse.

Your cheeks warmed when Tyler insisted you cleaned his wounds in his room. His father wasn’t home, but if he did come back Tyler was convinced you’d get in trouble. One for breaking curfew and two for being at his house. The thought of getting in trouble with principle Weems was enough for you to agree quickly.

They warmed a second time when he removed his shirt. You sat next to him on his bed, or more over him. You sat on your knees with your thighs spread as you reached over to work on him.

For the duration of your work you kept your eyes downcast. Avoiding making eye contact with Tyler. You knew that if you did you’d start to feel hot again. The wrong sort of hot.

It was hard though as you felt his gaze on you. It felt piercing on your skin. So piercing in fact, you toyed with the idea of getting the bandages ready for yourself.

You placed the last butterfly stitch on his chest, rubbing it over with your thumb.

“I think I’m done,” you told him as you rubbed over the rest of his stitches. “How does it feel?”

He swallowed, “it feels good. I’m lucky I had you to play nurse.”

You snickered, “Well I kind of had to when you said you didn’t want to go to the hospital.”

You moved off the bed. Packing all the supplies you’d used back into the green box. Tyler stood as well. He buttoned his flannel up half way.

You closed the first aid kit, pausing. “I should probably get back to Nevermore.”

Tyler had to stop himself. He needed to be careful how he phrased his next few words. Of course he didn’t want you to go. This was a good an opportunity as ever for him to make his move. But he needed to appear flippant about the situation. He needed to bring up you staying offhandedly, not desperately.

“It’s a bit late, I’m sure you’re roommate would notice you coming back at this time.” He mentioned. Walking down the stairs with you to put the first aid kit back.

“I don’t actually have a roommate, so I’m all good there.” You didn’t want to overstay you’re welcome, yet there was something tickling underneath your skin. Something that had started since you’d been alone with the Hyde. For the time you were touching Tyler it went away, almost. It felt nice, like a the warm sun. When you stopped touching him it felt like an itch, a burn.

You got to the kitchen, handing the box to Tyler so he could reach up and put it away.

“Well my dad could be back any minute, he’d see my car was gone and wonder where I was.”

You thought it over, you didn’t want Tyler to get in trouble.

“It sounds like you want me to stay.” You teased.

Tyler’s eyes moved to yours, his tongue darting across his lips. “And if I did?”

He reached a hand around you, trapping you against the counter. You face felt hot again and you stumbled to find the right words. His face got closer to yours. You could feel his breath against your cheek.

“I don’t have anything to wear here, so I can’t stay.”

Tyler pulled back, letting out a laugh. He held back from suggesting you sleep nude. Instead he got you two a glass of water each and started going back upstairs.

“But Tyler,” you called, almost having to jog to keep up with him. “I need something to wear.”

When the two of you got back to his room he put the glasses down then moved to his dresser. He searched the drawers for a minute then pulled out a T-shirt. An old one. One he knew was too small for him. He’s been meaning to get rid of it, now he was glad he hadn’t. He was hoping it would be small on you too.

“But, what about bottoms?”

In response he pulled out a pair of his boxer shorts. Unhappy with the situation, but unable to change it, you took them off him begrudgingly.

Tyler told you were the bathroom was and you went to change. You washed your face with water and used your fingers to comb through your hair.

You changed into the clothes he had given you. Finding that the shirt hugged your figure and came to your mid thigh. So you decided against wearing the boxers and kept your panties on.

Thoughts of the Hyde were frequent in your mind before. Now they seemed never ending. The main thought that consumed you was the Hydes sense of smell. If it could find you in the middle of the woods, it could certainly find you here. Only this time it could do worse than a few scratches.

You felt incredibly guilty for Tyler’s injury. You’d reasoned with yourself that it was your fault he was hurt. The beast had followed you and in the process Tyler had been hurt.

While you didn’t want to go and be some sort of sex doll for this Hyde, your mother was right. It came down to duty at the end of the day. If the Hyde stopped hurting people that was good. If you were the one needed to be sacrificed then so be it.

You would do it, you finalised. You’d do it to save your friends, Nevermore, the town and Tyler. No one deserved to be hurt if you could put a stop to the terror.

You didn’t realise you’d started to cry. You wiped your eyes and left the bathroom. Hoping to just go to sleep.

The lighting was dim, due to the small lamp tyler had put on instead of his main light. The lighting was calming and gave you more of a chance to hide your face.

“Hey so I was thinking that for tonight we shared - oh, what’s wrong?”

He’d seen your face. A few stray tears running down it with your eyes puffy and red.

You shrugged, “it’s nothing”.

He raised and eyebrow, suggesting he didn’t believe your obvious lie.

You sighed and moved to sit on the bed. He did too. He angled himself to sit against the headboard. Finding it easier to see pull you in to him from there.

You cried into his shoulder. You cried for your lost life. Lost future romances, lost first kissed, lost first time.

Without looking at Tyler you start to explain. You told him about your blood heritage and what it means. You tell him about the book and the hidden pages. You tell him about how the Hyde is attracted to your scent and it’s your duty to stop it.

He stroked your hair, comforting you as you faced his chest. He smiled to himself at the irony of it all. Here you were crying to him, the Hyde, about having to have sex with the Hyde.

It all seemed too good to be true. In your emotional state it would be easy to persuade you into doing anything, even letting him fuck you. Making it seem like one last time before committing yourself to the Hyde for the rest of your life, would be a good idea.

“What happens if you have sex before that?”

The air changed. It dawned on you now if it didn’t before, that you were alone with Tyler, in his bed, in his shirt, and in your panties. Tyler himself was wearing a different shirt and sweatpants.

You swallowed, “I don’t think it changed things. The Hyde will still want me.”

“So it won’t matter if you do or don’t.”

You sighed listening to the beat of Tyler’s heart, “No I suppose it won’t”

His hand came down from your back to the curve of your ass, just above where the shirt had ridden. His hand stroked your cheek, hand dancing along the hem of the shirt.

“Well then it won’t matter if we-”, he didn’t finish his sentence. He didn’t need to. The offer if you accepted it meant nothing. It would be one night before an eternity with someone else.

You moved to straddle his lap. Your hands on his sides, eyes looking at the faded design on his shirt.

“I’ve never,” he knew what you meant. He had, months ago. With some girl from school. It had happened once and the two never spoke of it again.

You felt hands cup the backs of your thighs, thumbs rubbing up and down your ass.

“It’s okay, just give yourself to me.”

The words seemed strange, but you did as he said. You let the tension from your shoulders dissipate as you relaxed into his touch.

His hands moved high, now under the shirt you wore. They stopped at your hips. You felt him moving you further up his lap. The gasp from your lips fell into a moan when his undeniable erection ground against your pantie covered core.

“Look at me baby”

The command brought your eyes up to his. Slowly, he made his lips met yours. Taking your breathe away in the kiss. It was passionate and slow. You’d definitely remember this as your first kiss.

Somewhere along the kisses, they become more desperate, faster and a little rougher. Your intoxicating scent was nothing compared to your taste. The Hyde he hid was pounding in his mind to get out.

You were flipped on to your back, with Tyler above you. He released you from the kiss so you could breath. But resumed as soon as he was sure you’d had the minimum amount of oxygen needed.

His hands found your hip once again. Now trailing up to your nipples. He rolled them in between his fingers causing you to let out the prettiest moan he’d ever heard.

Your borrowed T-shirt had been pushed up and was now just below your boobs. Leaving your panties on display to him. He continued toying with your nipple as one hand drifted to your panties.

You could feel his fingers running along the hem, making you whine at his teasing. He let out a breathy laugh. He couldn’t believe it. After all the planning in his head, it became obsolete. You handed yourself to him on a silver plate.

He let his index finger trail down the middle of your panties. Continuing their search for you bud. When the search was over he used his thumb to roll circles into your your clit, making you writher and try to buck your hips off the bed.

“Hey now, just relax. Stop moving”

And so you ceased to move. Making an effort to stay still, with your hips planted firmly into the mattress.

While his thumb rubbed your clit, he brought two fingers down to rub between your clothed clit. Feeling a wet patch start to form.

“Please,” you begged, unsure of what you wanted. “Please Tyler.”

“You sound so pretty begging for my touch. What do you want baby?”

You whined, not wanting to have to say anything. You wished he would pick up on your frustration and stop his teasing.

“Please Tyler, take them off.”

This time he listened. With your help he peeled your panties down from your crotch and off the ends of your toes. Before going back down he kissed you once more.

“You’re so pretty.” You cheeks warmed. Never having this sort of attention ever.

You felt his fingers trail down to your seeping hole, collecting some of the wet to spread around your lips. In the meantime he kept his thumb at your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves slow enough to make you cry.

His lips moved to kiss the inside of your thigh as his thumbs pace in your clit increased. You lost your breath, feeling light headed. Pleasure built at the back of your skull, starting to spread all over your body. Your stomach tightened with need.

You felt your orgasm approaching, but Tyler never stopped, instead he sucked hickies into existing along your inner thigh. He didn’t stop when you let out a porn worthy moan, or when your hips started bucking. He didn’t stop when you came on his bed or when your thighs started to shake.

Instead he moved his mouth over to your pussy. His tongue trailing up your slit to your clit. He used his thumb to pull back your hood, sweeping his tongue over your bundle of nerves, making you scream.

His finger found your hole as his tongue danced over your clit, licking and sucking as he went. He felt you squeeze against his finger as he pushed it in. It made his already hard cock, sore with need.

Your moaning never stopped. His touch brought stars to your vision. It made your head go light with ecstasy. You weren’t sure you’d be able to string a sentence together you were riding such a high.

Slowly he worked your hole, adding another finger to the mix. With the dual stimulation your next orgasm followed his work quickly. You tried to catch your breath as he pulled away.

He moved to kiss you again. Staring into your eyes. Unknowingly, you’d awoken something in Tyler. Something animalistic, that wasn’t going to stop now until you were his. He’s kissed you, tasted you, fingered you.

Now he planned to complete the bond.

Now he planned to fuck you.

“Tyler, that was. That was wow.” Words failed you. Still lightheaded and riding your high.

“That’s just the start.”

He pulled his T-shirt off and went to shrug off his sweatpants.

“Tyler wait, I’m not sure.”

No, you couldn’t pull out now.

“When are you going to have this chance again?”

You played with your hands. You knew he was right. You just wondered if in a haste to enjoy an experience that you were never going to enjoy again, you’d rushed into things.

“Have you liked it so far?”

Of course you had. Nothing he did compared to anything you’d done before.

You nodded.

“Just sit back and relax. You can trust me”

No you couldn’t. But he didn’t need you to know that.

Now completely naked he wrapped a hand around himself, slowly pumping his already hard and throbbing cock.

You could only stare in terror. He was well endowed, if that was the was to describe it. He was at least six inches with a couple more to spare. You were surprised at how hard he was, but undoubtedly turned on.

He moved to kneel on the bed above you. Gently he moved your legs apart and helped you to bend them at the knees. When he was satisfied he pushed two fingers in you once again. Working your hole. Curling them every other thrust to try and get your tight little pussy to relax.

With the way you were squeezing his fingers, he wasn’t sure he was going to last long.

He leaned over to kiss your forehead, whispering sweet nothings as he lined up with your entrance. Slowly pushing himself in. He captured your moan with a kiss. Now rocking in gradually, inch by inch.

Your eyes welled with tears. The pain fresh and sharp, getting duller with his every thrust.

“You okay?”

You nodded. He took it as his signal to start rocking faster. Relishing in the way your walls squeezed his cock. Each thrust he was able to put more power behind, getting faster.

Soon he was at a steadier pace. Your mouth open as moans flew out. His breathe laboured as he continued his thrusts. His thrusts started to pound as your walls relaxed further. By the way you were moaning he could tell you were close to your next orgasm. Begging him for something you didn’t know.

Your pussy fluttered around him, causing any self preservation to leave him as he let his own load coat your walls. Thrusts became sloppy, then finally stopping as he pulled out of you.

He kissed your head once more before collapsing next to you.

A sense of clarity filled his head. The Hyde no longer pounding to get out. He was the Hyde. There was no two sides of him anymore. It was just him, Tyler. No just the Hyde or just him. Now they were one.

And it was all thanks to you.

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[splendsay]

COD FIC // Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 19: Strawberry Ice Cream

um. so yeah. I...I have...I have a lot of feelings about this chapter. it hurt to write. it hurt to read it back. but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

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Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 19: Strawberry Ice Cream

!!!HEAVY CONTENT WARNING!!!

CWs: Explicit language, torture, canon-typical violence, implied rape

Characters: Reader (You), Unnamed OC x2, Alex Keller

Chapter Excerpt:

There is -- was -- this little ice cream shop in Hyde Park that your dad used to bring you to every Saturday as a kid. You've always loved ice cream. Have an insatiable sweet tooth, as dad would say. Even in the dead of winter, you'd beg him to take you for a frozen treat. And he always would. 

The shop was tiny on the inside, but they still had one of those refrigerated counters where you could see all of the flavors in their tubs. You'd press your grubby little kid fingers against the glass, pointing at each and every one before ultimately selecting your tried and true favorite: strawberry. It'd usually smelled like cake inside the shop, which you'd always thought was funny. Cake in an ice cream shop? It was only once you'd gotten older that you'd realized it was because they made their own cones. 

Your mind keeps conjuring images of this place. You don't know why. But it pushes you back there, over and over and over again. To the sign above the doorway, wooden and dangling by two chains, shaped like an ice cream cone, of course, and decorated with bright streaks of blue and pink and yellow. To the wrought iron furniture, painted white to match the building and adorned with different colored carnations in little empty soda bottle vases. And the little striped paper hats the owner made the teenagers working the counter wear, even though they moped and complained and took them off when he wasn't looking. 

Maybe your mind keeps going back there because the alternative would be to open your eyes. Open your eyes to the dim, stinking rat cellar, lit only by the light of one, singular candle, that's your current home. Open your eyes to the sight of Alex, beat to hell in front of you. Gagged and strapped to a chair, same as you are, unable to do fuck all about it. Open your eyes to realize you can't really open them at all -- not with how swollen they've become. 

No, the ice cream shop is better. Easier to buy. Easier to digest. 

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[definatelymrhyde]

I guess I’ll send in my ask now 🤣

Since I already seen a post on Edward’s design choices, I’m curious what was the inspiration for Jekyll’s design? Like do you based him on a musical cast actor? Or your personal preference? Things like that.

HI HELLO IVE BEEN WAITING TO TALK SBOUT THIS AND JUST HAVNT YET AJDHSJSH

Jekylls design is based mainly off of personal preference and how I imagined him in my head when I first read the original novella!! I also gave him long hair because one; I love that design idea for Jekyll and think it’s super neat! I took inspo from the musical in that effect. And two; It made a great subject for any transformation scene. Because Hyde’s hair is shorter. How would Jekylls hair get shorter? Yeah. Im not gonna say it outright though because the implication is terrifying both to ME and to Jekyll. Because he was still very much so conscious during any transformation. He could see hear and feel what was happening. I also really REALLY love the red/green motif in TGS, so I snatched that too! Jekylls eyes also have opposite light/dark halves to Edward’s which was so I could have a little nod at the ‘opposite halves’ bit. I also think it’s funny he looks more like TGS Hyde than TGS Jekyll. Jekylls Eyes are a huuuge part of his design too!! As I mentioned before him and Edward have got an opposite eye thing going on, not just colour wise either. Jekylls eyes are darker on the bottom and lighter on the top while Edward’s are lighter on the bottom and darker on the top. I kinda think this gives Jekyll a neat little effect where he looks MUCH more worn out and tired than Edward does!! I also really liked the idea of Jekyll having little circle Victorian Glasses, but never actually decided wether or not I wanted him to HAVE said glasses. Hence we get that sometimes he wears glasses and sometimes he just doesn’t. I think it’s because he’s stubborn and refuses to wear his damned glasses for anything that doesn’t require fine detail vision like reading, writing or alchemy/doctor stuff. The glasses don’t really have arms on them though when I draw them so it’s beyond me how they stay on his face. For the rest of Jekylls clothes I went with the THS red/brown/warm colours theme. Originally it was meant to be just a TGS au but then @fanartsandstuff (sorry for the ping!!) drew an amazing photo of wtiht Jekyll with a darker vest and I fell in love with that idea!! So credits to them for that part of the design!! I also loooooovvveee gradients on my designs so of course he gets a little gradient on his pants and when I’m in shading occasionally the rest of his clothes too lmao.

Anyways I apologize for how long that was, I just think a lot about my character designs and how I execute them woshishahs

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-The Rave'n-

>wednesday x fem! reader :)<

>in which wednesday was asked to the dance by tyler, but you wanted to invite her first<

>i am quite down bad<

she hated the fact that you didn't invite her. she also hated the fact that she wanted to invite you.

now, wednesday is stuck going to the rave'n, which she didn't want to go to at all, with tyler. she told herself that the only reason she'd like to go with you is because you were her confidant; someone she trusted during her investigation. out of everyone, you were the only one who immediately believed her about the hyde and wanted to help.

plus, you were a girl. if she went with you to the rave'n, it would obviously be as friends. obviously.

when wednesday arrived at the dance, she was disgusted with just about everything she saw. so much white. absolutely abysmal music. why hadn't she just ignored tyler's request and joined eugene on the steak out?

lot of eyes were on her. xavier's and bianca's, most notably; but the pair she wanted to see her and her dress the most weren't there.

then, when she went to go get drinks, she looked up and there you were: velvety black dress that dragged on the ground with a matching translucent veil. looking as if you were ready for a funeral. and as if, maybe, just maybe, you wore black to match the color you knew that wednesday would also wear.

even though she hated everything in that moment, what wednesday hated most was that she wasn't there to escort you through the entrance; that people wouldn't get to see you two together. and that very thought scared her.

she wasn't like her mother. she wouldn't have kids nor would she fall in love.

well, if i were with a girl, i wouldn't need to worry about the kids part.

she couldn't help but externally scrunch her face at the thought. why is she even considering being with anyone?

then she noticed that there was no one by your side. you were alone, and your ability to turn invisible made your form waver from visibility to invisibility while nervous.

it then made her remember your reaction a few days prior when she told you that she'd be going with tyler.

the way your face dropped and the way your visibility wavered; something she'd noticed you do when emotional.

then, the words you said after, "i probably won't be going anyway, the person i want to go with already has a date."

at the time, her thoughts were so consumed in the investigation that she hadn't really thought about those words or even the conversation as a whole. it was insignificant a few days ago but now it had her mind racing.

why was she so upset? had she wanted to go with me?

again, her thoughts angered and confused her and it made wednesday clench her jaw.

"woah there wednesday, you're gonna break those glasses."

the words directed at her pulled her out of her thoughts and she noticed tyler had crept up next to her.

"oh. tyler," her monotone voice hid a hint of irritation.

"are you okay? you went off to get drinks, like, ten minutes ago," tyler said with that annoyingly awkward chuckle of his.

"no. there's too much white. my corneas are burning."

tyler gave a weird smile and held out his hand, "do you want to dance? everyone's on the floor right now."

wednesday flickered her gaze from tyler to the spot you once stood, now empty.

"fine."

her short, snappy reply made tyler's smile waver. wednesday failed to notice as her eyes scanned the room on her way to the dance floor.

where did she go? doesn't she want to dance?

then, her thoughts were interrupted by a dancer near her as they bumped shoulders, almost losing her balance. she was about to snap a neck when the offender mumbled a small "sorry", barely audible amongst the music, and dashed away.

the offender was wearing black; a black dress to be specific. the dress was also floating in mid air, without a body to encompass. (y/n).

tyler finally caught up to wednesday, out of breath. "man, can't you just slow down for a second-" and as he was about to complain a bit more, she didn't even glace at him as she, too, stepped from the floor full of partying students and ran in the direction (y/n) went.

with uncontrollable agitation and slight exhaustion, tyler yelled "wednesday, why did you even come with me if you were just gonna ditch me time and time again?!"

but she did not hear him, and if she did, she didn't care enough to respond.

when wednesday made it to the gold-lit hall, she could feel the small tremors of the music reverberating throughout it's walls.

her stoic face held indifference, yet in her head, that couldn't be further than the truth. her normally organized thoughts swirled with confusion.

everything came to a head when soft weeping emitted from a floating dress perched on one of the many velvet love seats.

wednesday had yet to make her presence known, but didn't know what to say or do. she had never been good with emotions, to put it lightly. she was absolute shit, would be a better way to describe it.

she would open her mouth to say something, anything, but words would not form. this happened a few more times before she became frustrated with herself.

clenching her fists, she took a step forward in her uncomfortable heels, "... (y/n). "

your form flickered for a moment as you looked up to meet her gaze. she saw your face for less than a second but didn't miss the dark streaks of mascara on your flushed cheeks.

"a-.... are you okay?" she managed, feeling as if saying those simple words were one of the hardest things she has ever done.

"fine." you replied, wiping at your eyes with a black sleeve.

wednesday took a step closer.

"you're invisible."

your form was visible once more, this time for longer. she could now see the frustrated expression on your face.

"you don't say," was all you could muster.

in the following silence, wednesday took it upon herself to sit next to you, noting the way you moved your knees away from her.

"if you're upset about not having a date, i do not understand why you're angry with me-"

"i'm angry at everything! this dance! tyler! and you!" now you were standing, your form in full view as your face reddened with fury.

"this stupid guy bumped into me and his fucking drink fell right on my chest, and tyler knew i had a crush on you and asked you out anyway, and you," a black painted fingernail now pointed in wednesday's direction as she swallowed your outburst, "i know you're not the best with feelings but i thought maybe, just maybe, you'd get the hint that i want to go with you! and even if you did, you put the stupid hyde investigation before my feelings and chose tyler instead. i can't tell what's worse, the fact that you were oblivious to my obvious feelings or that you didn't care at all!"

now there was a thick, silent tension between the two girls and the sound of the electric beats from the next room over were making you feel like you were about to implode with each second that passed by.

wednesday sat on the love seat, her hands clenching her dress as she processed the information given to her. you wanted to invite her to the dance. tyler knew you liked her.

she likes me?

through your blurried vision, you could see wednesday.

she looked as emotionless as ever. except for the twitching of the right side of her lips. and maybe the small glimmer in her usually dead eyes.

"damn it, tyler," she said under her breath. of course he had to make my life more miserable than it already is.

then, wednesday thought:

fuck it.

she lifted a bit off the seat to reach your arms and pulled you forward. it was a bit of an awkward move, forcing you to fall forward and brace yourself by putting one hand on each of the armrests.

her obsidian eyes were inches away from yours, and her lips even closer. she still held that look as if she couldn't be bothered by this whole situation. yet, her actions spoke much louder than her expression ever had.

then wednesday's cold hands lifted to your face, her fingers just barely grazing the sides of your cheeks.

"i give you this opportunity, and you don't even take it to kiss me?" she asked, a small, sadistic smile spreading to her face. her hands seemed to guide your faces even closer.

inside your anger subsided. what pushed forth was a strong desire to grab this girl and never let her go.

lifting a knee onto the soft cushions to keep yourself from falling on top of wednesday, you took her pale face in your hands and leaned in.

wednesday felt a heat in her stomach as your lips touched. she felt her face grow hot, a newfound feeling that made her hold your face a little tighter. she felt happy; and that scared the shit out of her.

she kissed you deeper, taking you by surprise. as you both held the sides of each other's faces, it seemed like your bodies couldn't be close enough.

then, when in need of breath, you pulled away.

"suffocation would have been acceptable just now, honestly," she said, letting her hands now rest on the back of your neck.

you cracked a smile at her attempt at a joke, though you weren't sure if it really was one or not.

just to poke fun at her, you ask, "so does this mean that the invincible i-have-no-feelings wednesday addams likes me back?"

her eyes narrowed and she heaved a sigh.

"...yes. that may... be true. "

she said it as if it pained her to admit, but you just shined a brilliant smile, forgetting that you had been yelling at her in pure anger a few moments ago.

you got off the seat and held your hand out to wednesday, "now, let's go find tyler so i can beat his ass. got anything with you?"

wednesday allowed herself a small, twisted smile.

"my hand mace."

[elisysd]

I’ll Get the Coffee -Kathryn Gallagher

Masterlist - Previoulsy - Next Chapter

God, you look so good in the morning God, you look so good on me And I can't hear nothing but your heart beating God, it sounds so good to me

It was with a mixture of apprehension and excitement that Lyanna waited for Charles at the arrival’s terminal. It was late, the night was dark and it was a totally deserted London that she had crossed in her taxi. And yet she had never felt so awake. Finally, the landing of Charles's flight from Japan was announced. Lyanna wasn't sure what to expect. She was happy to see him again at last; it had only been three weeks, but even though they had called each other frequently, nothing could replace physical contact. She couldn't wait to finally be in his arms and hold him close. She knew he needed it, even if he was too proud to admit it.

Nervously, she checked her phone, waiting for a message from Charles, which soon arrived.

I get off the plane, pick up my suitcase and I'm all yours. Hang on, love.

The various incoming flights were starting to arrive and Lyanna frantically searched the crowd for the Ferrari pilot's face before catching sight of him. He was wearing a cream-coloured jumpers and sweatpants as well as his glasses. If she hadn't known he was supposed to be in London, she would never have recognised him. But what worried her most was the exhaustion on his face. He was drained. It was hard to know whether this was because of the long flight, the recent races or a mixture of both. She waved her hand to indicate her presence. When Charles finally noticed her, his face lit up and he hurried towards her. He readjusted his backpack on his shoulder and approached her. Once he was face to face with her, he put an arm around her waist and held her close before placing a light kiss on the side of her head.

“God, I missed you so much.” He whispered against her skin.

“I missed you too. How was your flight?” she asked taking out his suitcase from his hand. He tried to argue but seeing the look she gave him made him stopped quickly.

“Awful. Thanks for asking.”

“You seems exhausted, let’s go home so you can rest. It’s pretty late.”

He simply followed her with a nod. The ride back to Lyanna's flat was a silent one. She could feel Charles dozing off and on. He had laid his head in the crook of her neck and she could feel his breath against her skin, making her shiver. She took hold of his hand and simply traced small circles as she gazed out of the taxi window at the city. Once she was outside her apartment block, which wasn't far from Hyde Park, she set about waking him up. It made her heart ache a little when she heard him groan and it was almost by automatic command that Charles got out of the cab and followed her.

The flat was plunged into darkness, the only light being the natural light of the moon. Charles clumsily got rid of his shoes, while Lyanna left him for a moment to put his suitcase in her bedroom. When she returned, she was surprised to find him standing by the window, holding something Lyanna knew only too well.

“You play guitar?” he asked, surprised.

“It’s been a while.” she answered. “I used to, but now it’s more like a decorative object. I think it's detuned anyway.”

“That can be arranged. You’ve never told me that you played. You told me about piano but never guitar.”

“Well you’ve never asked me. And I’m full of surprises mister Leclerc.”

“Well, I can’t wait to discover them all, miss Michel.”

She smiled gently at him before sitting on the sofa, silently asking him to join her, which he did.

“Do you want something to drink? Water, tea? Or to eat. I have biscuits or I can make you a sandwich.”

“I’m not hungry. I’m sleepy.”

“So let's get some sleep. Do you want me to prepare the guest room for you? It might be a better place for you to get a good night's rest. I move around a lot in my sleep sometimes and I don't want to wake you up. I know that sleep is important and...”

He silenced her with a long and tender kiss.

“There's no way I'm sleeping away from you. I thought about this moment the whole flight. And there's no way I'll wake up tomorrow without you by my side.”

“So bossy. I wasn't going anywhere don’t worry. I cleared my schedule for tomorrow. I’m all yours. And for your information, I really want to wake up in your arms tomorrow too.”

“Perfect. Let’s go to bed then.”

Charles stood up and grabbed both of the actress's hands to pull her towards him. At the force and suddenness of his gesture, she let out a little scream that made Charles smile. Without giving her time to understand what was happening to her, Charles put both hands under Lyanna's thighs and lifted her, pressing her against his chest.

“What are you up to?”

“I'm taking you to bed.”

“You don't even know where my room is!” she exclaimed, laughing.

“Well, guide me then.”

And so Lyanna did. Once in front of her door, Lyanna untied her hands from Charles's neck to open it, and he entered the room, closing the door with a heel strike. Lyanna put her hands back behind Charles's neck and noticed his gaze on her. So intense and piercing, as if he were trying to bore into her soul.

“What?” she asked shyly.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you were?” he blurted out, as if it were urgent for him to say it.

“Not really. I think it’s actually the first time you say it.”

“I should say it more often, then.”

“You don’t have to. It kind of makes me uncomfortable” she let out with a laugh to hide her embarrassment.

“Don’t be. Please. You are beautiful Lya. And I’m not just talking about your physical appearance. You have a beautiful soul, too.”

If it hadn't been pitch black in the room, Lyanna could have sworn Charles would have seen her blush from ear to ear. Embarrassed, she wriggled to get Charles to put her down, which he eventually did. She cleared her throat and slipped into the bathroom adjoining the bedroom to change before coming back a few minutes later.

“The bathroom is all yours if you want to take a shower. I’m going to make room for you in the closet so you can put your clothes there instead of letting them in the suitcase.”

He nodded before leaving her on her own to collect her thoughts. When he returned a few minutes later, she was putting a clean pillowcase on a pillow. Without a sound, he approached her from behind and hugged her waist before placing butterfly kisses along her neck.

“I thought you were sleepy” she said letting herself lean against him, exposing a little more of her skin to Charles's lips.

“Well now I’m very, very awake. It’s supposed to be the morning in Japan.”

“Charles…” she whined. “Let’s get to bed. I want to sleep.”

He reluctantly let her go. She took the opportunity to slip between her sheets before inviting Charles to do the same. He let her settle comfortably before joining her. Once perfectly settled, she on the right by the door and he on the left, she turned off the light. Plunged into the half-light, she took the opportunity to press herself against him, slipping one of her legs between his. Charles put an arm around her shoulders and held her close. He could smell the vanilla scent of her hair tickling his nostrils and took comfort in the warmth of her body. Resting her head on his chest, he played nonchalantly with her hair. Soon he felt the actress breathing softly and evenly against him, and concluded that she had fallen asleep. Her arm rested on Charles's stomach and he caught himself thinking that if he could experience this every day for the rest of his life, he would be the happiest of men. For the first time, winning a championship was no longer the only thing that mattered to him. Lyanna had joined his list and had moved to the top of his rankings. It was with this thought that he too fell asleep.

When he woke up the next morning, he was surprised to find that the actress had not moved and was sleeping just as soundly. She looked so peaceful that Charles had no desire to move or wake her, even though he could no longer feel his arm. He tried to draw her a little closer to him, which had the effect of making her twitch slightly. She moved her arm up a little further up and placed it just where Charles's heart was beating. Even though the pilot found her beautiful, he still felt the need to get up.  

He placed a kiss on the top of her head before running his lips over her eyelids, her nose, and her cheeks. He moved down her neck before moving up to brush his lips against hers. A gentle smile played across Lyanna's lips before she wrapped her arms around Charles's neck and pulled him to her.

“I see someone’s awake” she whispered, still half asleep.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He said with a peck on her lips.

“No kisses. I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“As if I cared, Lya.”

“Let me just go to the bathroom really quickly” she pleaded him.

As she was rolling to the edge of the bed, Charles grabbed her around the waist and quickly put her astride him.

“Where do you think you are going?” he playfully asked her.

She shook her head in disapproval and smirked. She in turn leaned towards him, stopping only a few millimetres from where Charles most wanted to feel her. And without a word, moving just as swiftly as Charles, she put her foot under the pilot's thigh, her arms around his neck and positioned him so that he was on top of her.

“Where did you learn that kind of things?” he exclaimed, surprised.

“I’m a woman of many talents.”

They spent the rest of the morning laughing together, like two teenagers. It was like those few weeks they'd been apart, and any tension that might have arisen between them had never existed. They cooked together and ate together before deciding to spend the afternoon walking around the town.

“You were kind enough to show me your Monaco, now it’s my turn to show you my London.” She told him when he asked her what she wanted to for the rest of the day.

“I can’t wait.” He replied.

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author's note: A smaller chapter BUT a cute one. I wanted them to be cute so I wrote them cute. I really love them together. I hope this chapter made you as happy while you were reading it as it made me while I was writing it. As usual, feedsbacks are appreciated. And let me know your thoughts and what you think is going to happen in next chapter! Do you think there is going to be drama? If so, what kind of drama? Do you think it's still going to be cute? I'm not gonna say anything but I already love next chapter. Take care of you and see you next chapters!

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These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends

Mafia! Rafael Barba x f!reader AU.

NSFW (thigh riding, language, talk of violence, use of term daddy).

AN: looking to make this an ongoing series of one shots.

WC: 1.3K

Rafael hated these meetings.

He sighed irritably as he kicked up his legs on his desk listening to his boss on the speaker of his cellphone. He gently swirled his drink before taking a sip. By day he was ADA extraordinaire but by night, he was the underboss to one of the most prolific crime organizations in all of NY.

Playing Jekyll & Hyde with the law was exhausting, but it made him a very wealthy man and also helped put the “true” criminals away - pedophiles, rapists, abusers, dirty politicians and the like.

When Rafael joined the DA’s office, he was a pretty green attorney. When he met with McCoy, he learned the true nature of the DA’s office. McCoy was The Boss. Rafael knew the dangers and the risks and he could have taken a generous bribe to walk away and look away, but he decided to stay. He quickly rose through the ranks of organization, securing the utmost trust and loyalty.

McCoy was on a rant and Rafael nodded along as he took a long drag of his drink, finish it. He swung his legs off the desk and made his way to the bar cart, refilling his glass. As he closed the top of the bottle, he scanned his knuckles which were gashed, but scabbed over. In his position, rarely did he ever have to resort to fists but there was a rat who infiltrated a lower level and they needed to be handled.

The door to his office was open ajar and you poked your head through, looking around. Rafael met your eyes and he smiled, beckoning you in with a crook of his finger. You walked in and stopped at the cart, fixing yourself a drink. Rafael took your appearance in and his eyes darkened with lust. You were wearing his Harvard hoodie and thick thigh high socks. He felt his pants tighten and inwardly willed the phone call to finish.

Rafael sat back down and when you walked over he pressed a finger to his lips, motioning you to be quiet.

You nodded and sat on his lap, facing him. You began to press soft kisses along his cheek, jawline, and throat relishing in the feel of his five o’clock shadow pricking against your lips. Traces of cologne clung to his shirt, woodsy and masculine and you let yourself get lost in his scent. Rafael’s eyes closed as your lips trail along his skin before sucking against a pulse point.

“I am on a call,” he warned you.

You shifted your head to his ear, nipping at his lobe and pulling a harsh intake of breath from him.

“But I’m bored,” you whined. Your hand drifted to the bulge in his pants, rubbing. “Your call is taking too long.”

“Fuck,” Rafael muttered. It was growing more difficult to focus on what McCoy was saying.

You grasped Rafael’s hands and placed them under the sweatshirt and along your hips. Rafael is pleased at the realization that you are in fact, completely bare.

You unbuttoned his shirt more, revealing more of his throat. You nuzzled your face against him before you pressed more kisses along every inch of exposed skin.

“Having fun?” he growled in your ear.

“I am now,” you purred, rolling your hips.

His hands slid slowly down and over your hips and he shifted you until he had you flushed against him. His thigh is wedged between your legs.

You gave a purposeful roll of your hips against him. You gasped at the sensation of your bare pussy along his denim, gripping his shoulders tightly as he rocked your hips on his thigh. The meat of his muscle is a fantastic solid mass to drag against.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, princess,” he warned. His voice is gravelly and thick with lust.

You ignored him and continued to slide over his thigh, pressing down harder.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His voice is soft and quiet. “Do you wanna cum baby girl?” His question was followed with a growl into your mouth, a needful sound that found its echo in the space between your legs. His eyes were dark with desire. He tightened his grip on your hips, his fingers digging, helping to drag your pussy along his thigh.

“Yes,” you whined desperately.

His mouth is on yours, hot and demanding. His tongue traced against the seam of your lips and you opened your mouth to let him in. You easily lose yourself in the pressure and warmth, in the mingling of breath. Your tongue slid along his, urging. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you two continued to kiss.

A hand swept up to your breast, squeezing softly, before twisting and tugging on your pert nipple. Another slipped under the sweatshirt, sliding up your back, before sliding back down. His nails scraped your skin and you shuddered and groaned in response.

Your hands move back to his shirt, grasping and fisting, curling around muscle. There’s so much of him, and still not nearly enough. You continue to fuck yourself against his thigh, your eyes fluttering shut as your mouth opened slack, breathy little sighs escaping. Your motions grow more frantic as your clit drags against the slightly rough denim.

“I’m going to come,” you choke out.

Rafael pulled back enough to see your face, watching as you fell apart for him. Your lips tingle, your toes curl, and all you can hear is blood rushing in your head.

“That’s it baby doll. Soak my thigh.”

Your breathing is still heavy as you come down from your high. Your fingertips scraped the back of his neck as you pulled him closer and ghosted your lips across his. He felt the warmth of your juices soak his pants and his cock twitched.

“Let’s take care of you,” you murmured against his lips, as if reading his mind.

In response, Rafael hoisted you on top of his desk. You moved to remove the thigh highs, but Rafael grabbed your wrists. “Leave them on.”

McCoy is still blathering on but Rafael no longer cares. He unbuckled his pants and pushed down his boxers, his hard cock finally freed of its prison. He grabbed your legs, placing one on each shoulder.

You look up at him, a dreamy smile spreading on your face as the blunt head of his thick cock pressed inside of you.

“Take me. I'm all yours, so take me."

He thrust forward, your walls burning and stretching to accommodate him.

The moment was ruined as Rafael’s name was called by McCoy.

Rafael pressed a finger to his lips again and took the call off mute.

“Yeah Jack, I’m here.”

You struggled to keep quiet, your hands gripping the edge of the desk for dear life as your McCoy’s voice filled the room again.

“Will you be able to cut the deal?”

Rafael snapped his hips forward hard and you whimpered.

“When have I not been able to do so?” Rafael’s thrusts slowed a little and you knew that was your cue to be silent again. “I always close,” he continued, no hint of the fact his fat cock was stuffed into your cunt in his voice.

“Good,” McCoy affirmed. “You know our fuckin deal…”

Rafael rolled his eyes and began to fuck you, but careful not to let the backs of your thighs meet his body, so there was no slap of skin on skin to give away what you were up to. Your eyes were screwed shut as you felt your orgasm fast approaching and you knew you couldn't warn him vocally while he was talking to McCoy.

The realization made you cum hard around him, pressing your first into your mouth as you tried your best to remain silent.

“I got it,” Rafael snapped. As McCoy turned his attention to someone else, Rafael hung up the phone. He gave you a dangerous smile as he started to fuck you harder and faster.

“It’s daddy’s turn now.”

FIN.

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☄️ and 🌕 for the cosmic OC asks?

Eney meeny miny... Ivander!

☄️ - From your OC’s perspective, write a short paragraph about their average day. 

(I'm gonna write this in 3rd person because that's how I write from his perspective usually)

Ivander's mornings are highly planned. He wakes up groggily and does his best to take the edge off his curse with painkillers and warm tea. He's certain to dress his best, always including his tie pin. The clothes make the man, after all.

After that, he slogs his way over to the BAI station for work - walking there, as the Unity rickshaws are too bumpy for his taste. Typically, he shows up late, then spends his time filing paperwork until the afternoon. Four o'clock is his favorite time of day, as that's when Ceyrel gets off from patrolling and they get to gossip over lunch together. The both of them clock out at nine usually, though often work later when caught up in a specific case.

Ceyrel asks him to get dinner most nights, and most nights, Ivander declines, as his social battery and pain tolerance are running low by that time. He walks home in the dark and this is the only time he openly wears his BAI badge, as a criminal would have to be terribly desperate to take a crack at an arcane detective. Ivander winds down with a glass of wine and a book when he gets home, usually followed by at least an hour in the bath. He tries to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but rarely succeeds.

🌕 - Describe what your OC would wear to a costume party. 

On one hand, Ivander isn't really the silly costume type, but on the other, he refuses to be anything but the best dressed there. I think he'd go with some really detailed costume from a movie. I also think he'd definitely incorporate his cane into the look. The first things that come to mind are Jay Gatsby, The Penguine, Jekyll/Hyde, and Dr. House, I guess? (I've never seen House). Most of these are just guys in suits though, so with no make-up (it won't show through the illusion), he gonna be asked who he's dressed as all night.

However, I can also definitely see him and Ceyrel going as Sherlock and Watson (Ceyrel gets to be Sherlock), which is the more fun answer by far. She'd get way to into it and end up pulling him along.

Thanks for the ask!

[nixotinix]

Had a super busy day today and am due for an even busier one tomorrow, so, to hold you fiends over, here is:

Miscellaneous Jackson Jekyll/Holt Hyde headcanons Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

-Starting out with a few headcanons about Jax's time on the casketball team. Jax is much more athletic than Holt thanks to his time on the team and the fact that he cares about his physical health a lot more than Holt does.

-Though, out of all the casketball team members, Jackson is the most likely to foul out. On one particular occasion, he was just about to foul out and asked if he could "throatslam player 8" instead of "fouling out in a lame way". Clawd okay-ed this.

-During the casketball national tournament, on the first night, Granite High stole the hubcaps from the Monster High school bus. In retaliation, Jackson and Deuce formulated a plan to siphon the gas from the Granite High bus. They were never caught.

-Jackson can hold his own rather well in fights, even though he isn't as aggressive or reckless as Holt, especially when it comes to physical altercations. Though, even still, Jax usually loses his fights thanks to the fact that most people that pick fights with him are full-blood monsters.

-Holt's eyesight is just about as bad, if not worse than Jackson's. He absolutely refuses to wear contacts or glasses for fear of looking like a "total nerd". He also refuses to wear his fearing aids.

-Holt's voice always sounds like there's just a little bit of autotune on it. Not much, but enough to be noticable.

-Holt carries around a kazoo everywhere he goes. "For emergencies".

-Jackson can stomach almost anything. Sweet, sour, spicy, you name it. Holt, on the other hand, is severely lactose intolerant and deathly allergic to raspberries.

-Catty Noir, Operetta, and Holt all have a group chat. Holt has lovingly titled it "Sax on the Beach" thanks to the jazz-rock album they're working on together.

-Deuce once mistook Holt's cork grease (for his saxophone) as chapstick. Holt tried to warn him. It was too late.

-Thats it! Expect me to update this post every now and then with newer headcanons. And feel free to add your own headcanons in replies or reblogs!

[villainintern]

🕱🕱 At UNDERHAND INCORPORATED, the world's leading supervillain corporate conglomerate, networking opportunities are many. Recruit henchmen, make enemies, forge tenuous friendships, and always be sure to collect blackmail. Just in case. ____________________________________________________

YOUR FELLOW INTERNS:

PETER HYDE interns for human resources, although he might not be totally human. Your cubicle neighbor is a geeky slack-off who (unlike you) doesn't really want to work here, but for some reason he's unable to quit. Laid-back, conflict avoidant, and generally easy to manipulate, he’s easy minion material- but his attitude belies a volatile, monstrous secret. Which can be a great asset or a major risk, depending on if you can maintain your control over him.

Appearance: Pale skin, black hair that always escapes his gel, earnest brown eyes rimmed with the harrowed look of someone who stares at screens all day. 6'5" but embarrassed about being tall, so he leans on stuff and slouches in chairs. Usually wearing cheap office attire and a novelty tie.

🫀Likes: Cozy furnished basements. Free flash computer games. Taking on a whole rotisserie chicken solo. 🚫Dislikes: Working overtime. Falling behind on payments. The bottomless, gnawing hunger.

"Tropes": Codependent coworkers, boss-henchman. Genuine friends somehow? More?

REID/RENEY SULLIVAN (gender selectable) is your nemesis, or at least they think so. An interning hero (at the rival hero company) with impressive telekinetic powers, they are nonetheless as much of an amateur as you, and so you find yourself on even footing with one of the most promising superheroes in the business. Earnest and witty, they genuinely just want to help people. Eventually, they become fixated on “figuring you out”, which can lead to them getting sucked into your schemes. That, or their meddling could be your downfall. Worst of all, they might even succeed in reforming you.

Appearance: Black skin and hair, styled into many twists that fall at different lengths around their face. Lithe, stringy runner's build. Expressive brown eyes, a wide, endearingly uneven smile.

🫀Likes: Doing good in the world. Veggie pizza. Playing smash bros with siblings. Maybe you, despite all their better instincts. 🚫Dislikes: You. The level of control their employer exerts over them. Skinny jeans.

"Tropes": Enemies to worse. Reluctant allies, bantering. Intimately charged hand-to-hand combat. Suddenly realizing your sworn nemesis is the most important and constant figure in your life.

T9-670 is a seven-foot tall ex-war machine, now interning with UnderHand's tech support department. Once a military member conscripted to the company's private security decal, its contract didn’t end when it died- the soldier’s brain was transplanted into a humanoid steel frame. T9 is doing some soul searching- it’s not totally sure if it even has one left, but it would like to have a purpose beyond fixing printers and mowing down UnderHand’s enemies with its plasma gun.

Appearance: T9's new mechanical body is imposing but graceful, seven feet of smooth interlocking steel. Its "face" is a rounded plate of dark glass. Small tubes connect to the back of its neck, carrying fluid to the brain through its artificial spine.

🫀Likes: The beautiful, almost organic curves of highway overpasses. 🚫Dislikes: Being unable to eat. It misses carbs.

"Tropes": Big huge strong shiny robot.

ELAINE FOSTER is an up-and-coming mad scientist interning as an assistant in the tech support laboratories. Although a genius prodigy, Foster otherwise has no superhuman abilities, which causes her to be overlooked by your superiors- as a result, she's become fixated on getting that elusive promotion. Exacting, calculating, and a little maniacal, Foster doesn't dole out her respect easily. But if she sees you making smart moves, you'll find her a very competent collaborator.

Appearance: Pale skin and frizzy, near-white blonde hair. Sharp, elegant, shrewd face. Grey eyes behind narrow cherry red cat-eye glasses. She usually wears her lab gear: the signature high collared white coat, black vinyl boots and gloves.

🫀Likes: A strong cup of green tea. A well-tailored pair of dress pants. Mugler, her pet lab rat. 🚫Dislikes: Temperatures above 68 degrees. Willful imbeciles. Being condescended to.

"Tropes": Icy exterior, rivals, lab partners in crime, the chemistry that comes from bonding over your obsessive shared career passions.

BLINK is technically unemployed, a rogue villain or vigilante, depending on who you ask. Completely anonymous, they wear a unique suit of tactical gear that allows them to turn completely invisible, the first of its kind. Quippy, chipper, and sauntering, Blink is an invisible superhuman that loves the spotlight- a walking contradiction. Their motives are as obscure as their identity, but they sure seem to interfere with your missions a lot. Are they sabotaging your goals, or do theirs align? Do they just like following you around? ...are they following you right now? You're pretty sure you're alone. The hallway is dead silent. And yet...

Appearance: There's no way to know. Even when they're visible, Blink is covered head to toe in tactical gear, and they seem very cautious about keeping their face concealed. It's almost like they have something to hide from you, personally.

🫀Likes: Assassinating crooked politicians. Steel-toe boots. Invisibly entering people's houses just to see what it's like in there. 🚫Dislikes: Motion sensing doors.

"Tropes": Secret identity, watching you through their sniper scope and kicking their feet around like a schoolgirl.

[ja9-animations]

if you took hj7 what do you think your Hyde would be like?

Is it strange that I've actually thought about this? XD

I already have very long hair, so I think it would be pretty cool if my Hyde's hair shortened to my shoulders. Speaking of short, I am already kind of tall for a girl so I think my Hyde would be shorter. I wear glasses but my Hyde probably wouldn't. For hair color, I'm taking a page out of TGS and saying my Hyde would be blonde. I think my Hyde's eyes would be bright blue because when I was younger my eyes were bright blue but they faded to a gray.

As for what I would do as Hyde, I honestly have no idea. I would want to say I would go out and cause chaos but I don't even my "evil side" would do anything like that I am a very timid person. She would probably go to a park where there's signs that say to but feed the animals but feed the animals anyways. Or do something like ordering from a kids menu at a restaurant despite being an adult. Truly evil, I know.

[thatgenderfluidmonstrosity]

Something something, Jekyll and Hyde (If they were on good terms. I think it would probably tend to appear more like DID, but unlike DID, they can forcefully take back control specifically when one is tired or unsuspecting.)

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“Scientific Equipment”

Jekyll in the mindscape, “Hyde- Hyde if you’re going to take control of the body, you have to make sure to keep our glasses on. Please.” 

“But-” Hyde tried to protest.

Jekyll, getting frustrated, “No “but’s” Hyde, we literally cannot see without them.”

Hyde, checking himself out, “Jekyll, my good friend, you must understand- I don’t look cool with them on!” 

Jekyll, exasperated, “You don't look cool-? Hyde it doesnt matter if you don't look cool! Wear the damn glasses or I'm taking back control!” 

Hyde, giving up “Ughhhhhh fiiineeeee.” 

Jekyll, now pleased with himself, “Good. Thank you.”

Hyde, displeased, “Whatever…”

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“Appearances”

Jekyll “Ugh- Hyde, how do I look? Ive got a date with Lisa tonight and I want to be presentable.” 

Hyde appears in the mirror that Jekyll was looking at himself in

Hyde, poking fun “You look sharp Jekyll. I didn’t know you could have your hair any other way than disheveled.”

Jekyll, now slightly annoyed “...Thank you for your kind input, Hyde.”

Hyde, smiling “You're welcome lad, now come on, don't leave your lady waiting.” 

Jekyll, giving a small smile on his way out “Yes, yes, I won’t…”