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joesanrio · 1 year ago

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His favorite | R.R

Summary: Joe can’t help it, you’re his favorite thing in the whole world.

Pairings: Roman Reigns {Joe Anoa’i} x black!reader || established relationship

Warnings: pet names, mentions stealing, bratty!reader, criminal!Joe, oral (fem. rec), p-in-v (unprotected), dirty talk, Dom!Joe, Sub!reader, not edited

Word count: 613

Ratings: Fluff, Smut | 18+

A/N: I’ve been so busy, so I’m sorry for the wait 🙏�� also, look how fluffy his hair is- I CANT

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His favorite girl. His only girl.

“Oh, Baby look! Please, it’s so cute! I want it.” Your plump lips pout as you hold up the bunny, Joe can’t help but smile while watching you coo at the small animal. Eyes big with care as you hold the bunny near your body to keep it warm, “It’s cute, but I don’t think you can take care of it.” He tries to reason as your face contorts into sadness at his disapproval.

A small huff leaving his lips as you walk away from him in frustration. “Princess. You can’t have a bunny. So cut it out.” He follows behind you closely causing your heart rate to spike up, you don’t like being chased. “Please! She can entertain me when you’re gone.” A soft whine leaving your lips as you stop by the bunny’s enclosure, Joe loving the way you beg.

“How about this, if you can be good for a whole week… I’ll get you a bunny. Yeah?” He negotiates as you keep looking away from him because you’re too focused on the delicate animal in front of you.

“Look at me.” Joe getting aggravated at the lost attention, your soft eyes immediately meeting his. “Really? That’s easy because I’m always good.” Joe eyebrows pique in amusement, your head nodding eagerly.

Good is an overstatement coming from you, you’re the brattiest girl he’s ever met. But Joe loves it; the way your juicy lips pout, perfect eyebrows contort in frustration, nose sometimes scrunching in disapproval.

How your words are laced with sass whenever you speak as you can’t help it. He loves every bit of it, because he can always fuck that brattiness right out of you.

“Okay, let’s start now then. Put the bunny down and lets go.” Joe’s voice is stern as you kiss the bunny’s head before placing it back in the pen. “You promise.” Holding up your manicured pinky to his huge one, pinkies locking making you squeal in excitement.

His hand going to hold your soft hand as he guides you out the store, “I want to go home.” A quick yawn escaping your mouth as you enter the parking lot.

Joe nodding while you follow him to the car, your lips curve themselves into a smile as your eyes scan over the beautiful man in front of you.

[House; 7:26pm]

“When did you buy that?” Voice delicate as he pulls stuff out of the bags and sorts them into a pile. “Baby… I didn’t.” He chuckles as your eyes widen in horror, “What! I thought you said you’ll stop doing that.” Complaining at the man who’s amused by you.

Rolling his eyes, his finger goes to shush you as a loud huff leaves your mouth. “Please stop doing that. I don’t like it- what if you get caught?” Concern written all over your beautiful face, it makes Joe feel guilty to see you like that.

“I won’t. Trust me doll.” His pet names for you rolling off his tongue effortlessly. A little hum is all you respond with, Joe continuing his task of sorting out your new clothes. “Do we have ice cream?” You randomly blurt as you hop off the bed, ass round as you make your way to the kitchen.

Your body is never unnoticed by Joe, he sees everything. Touches everything. Kisses everything. If he could touch and please you all day long, he would without a second thought. The only thing stopping him is work and how you cry after about the 5th round because it’s too much for you to handle.

“Joseph! Can you come here!” Your voice booms through the house, immediately dropping what he’s doing to come to you. Heading down the stairs he hears a groan of impatience, “Hush. I didn’t even take that long.” Joe’s eyes peering into yours as he enters the kitchen.

A small whimper leaving your lips as his body is now pressed against yours. Huge hands resting on your waist, head peering over your shoulder, dick hard and twitching against your ass. “Want to share?” His voice whispering into your ear deliciously, nodding without hesitation before taking the spoon to scoop him some.

His large hand moving to grab your hand gently, before guiding the scoop to your mouth instead. He tries to hold in the smile he gets from seeing your pretty face pout in confusion, not refusing the ice cream though. “Good girl.” Joe’s voice deep in your ear before he lifts your chin to the side to pull you in for a kiss.

A small chuckle leaves from his throat as your so eager to kiss him back. A quiet moan coming from you as his hands tighten on your waist, Joe smiling at the taste of the ice cream. The spoon that was once in your hand, now falling onto the counter. Turning around to face him, lips never separating.

“So pretty. Up.” Joe instructs as he lifts you onto the counter, hands wrapped around his huge shoulders to pull him closer. “We can’t fuck in the kitchen.” Your now swollen lips complain as Joe rolls his eyes, before carrying you back to the room.

Squealing as he drops you down onto the bed, before crawling onto top of you. Taking a second to absorb your beauty before going down to kiss your thighs.

“You think you’ll make it?” Joe whispers against the golden skin, not expecting an answer as your head tilts back onto the pillow behind you.

Skin soft against his large hands, Joe’s pink lips kissing delicately against the inside of your legs. Trying to hold it together as his finger hooks at the hem of your shirt to pull it up enough to see the dainty panties your wearing. A forming a wet spot right in the middle.

“I know you had the hots for me but damn.” Joe chuckles as you whine at his tease, “Shut up- oh.” Your insult cut short as his long finger rubs your folds through the panties.

The material giving just enough barrier that you won’t cum right away, peeking down to see what he’s doing before his tongue licks against the wet patch. “I can taste you right through these little flimsy panties.” His breath hot against your pussy.

His fingers pulling your panties to the side, your folds glistening in the dim light of the room. Soft moans falling from your lips as his wet tongue lick and suck onto your clit, “More. Please- Shit.” You beg as he enter his finger into your tight hole. A small smirk plays onto his lips as his finger reaches your g-spot with ease, back arching off the bed.

“So good! So- yes.” Your mouth sputters out as his lips goes back to your clit, hands going to grab at his hair. Pulling softly as Joe lets a groan out against the lips of your pussy, eyes shutting roughly as he adds another finger before pumping in and out.

Room filled with the sounds of your pussy squelching around his thick fingers and your soft moans, stomach tightening as your heels dig into his lower back. “Cum for me baby. I know you want too.” Joe eggs you on as your body lets go almost immediately onto his hand.

“You taste so sweet, fuck.” Joe mumbles as he continues to devour your pussy through your orgasm. You can barely think as you try to regulate your breathing, hands trying push his head away from overstimulation. “Don’t fight, just take it baby.” He voice vibrating against your folds.

Joe finally pulling away from you, positioning his body over yours. Hands going to grab your face to pull you into a kiss, your cum still glistening against his lips. The taste sweet as he rolls his hips into your wet pussy, his pants now having a damp spot on the front.

“I want it, Joe.” You whisper against his lips, a smile forming on his lips as he pulls away. “Want what?” He teases before pulling out his thick cock, tip dripping with precum. “Your dick.” A wave of insecurity washing over you as your words are so blunt. “Straightforward, aren’t we?” His tip rubbing between your soaked folds.

“I trained you so well.” He coos before grabbing your face roughly, squeezing your face together until your lips are puckered out. His lips pecking yours to distract you from the stretch of his cock as he enters, a loud moan erupting from your throat.

Your pussy practically sucking him in, body’s fitting like puzzle pieces as he begins to thrust softly. “S’big- fuck Joe.” You moan loudly as your body goes into overdrive and you grab onto his biceps.

His groans heavenly in your ear as he pounds down into you, “Sorry baby. Your pussy is just suckin me in.” He moans as the slapping sound of his cock into you is now echoing off the walls. Joe kissing your neck, sucking small hickies behind your ear.

His breath fans against your soft spot before he licks on it gently, pampering it with kisses as he drills into you. “I’m gonna cum- I want to cum!” You squeal as your pussy clenches around Joe’s throbbing cock, “Cum onto me doll- shit! I’m about to fill you up.” His head snaps up as he holds eye contact with you.

Joe’s cum filling you to the brim, Pussy fluttering around him as he continues to fuck his load into you. “Oh- I love you.” Your plumped lips say tiredly before pulling him into a kiss, his lips tugging up into a smile.

#roman reigns #joe anoa'i #wwe superstars #roman reigns smut #joe anoa’i smut #wwe smut #roman reigns fluff #joe anoa’i fluff #roman reigns x reader #joe anoa'i oneshot #roman reigns oneshot #joesanrio

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cloudburst-ink · 8 months ago

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Ooh, could you do number 7 for the unhinged prompts, please? Cant wait to see what you do with it! Thank you <3

Your wish is my command. 👀🖤

[Prompt list.]

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Chay is marched across the lounge. He’s cold; bare-footed and hardly dressed save for the golden adornments and thin, gauzy fabrics he was instructed earlier to wear.

The taste of copper blood lingers on his tongue.

One of the lounge’s bouncers has a painful grasp on his upper arm. The other grips the heavy chain attached to his recently-acquired shackles with white knuckles, as if he’s worried Chay might come after him next.

Crown Prince Khimhant awaits them on his velvet seat, high up on the dais reserved for revered guests. He’s draped in silver and gemstones, tilting his head as if Chay is some fascinating, curious amusement rather than the fresh, rebellious bed-servant he has yet to break in.

“All I asked was for you to fetch me a drink,” the prince muses. “You weren’t kidding about the bad luck, were you, little pet?”

Chay bites his tongue. He regrets letting that detail slip.

The prince’s sharp, glittering gaze fixes on the bouncers.

A chill shivers down Chay’s spine.

“Tell me,” Khimhant asks them coolly, “do you know what that collar means?”

They remain silent.

“It means that this one is mine,” Khimhant answers for them. “He is my property. My prized pet. Mine. Do you understand?”

The bouncer to Chay’s right shoves him forward. Chay falls to his knees by Kim’s feet, bone bruising on stone.

“Well your pet just killed someone,” the bouncer snarls. “Where I’m from, when another man’s creature gets a taste for human flesh, we make him put it down.”

One pretty, dangerously manicured eyebrow arches upward. Fingernails scrape throughtfully through Chay’s hair as the prince takes possession of the chains that bind his wrists.

Chay wants to bite him.

He is no one’s creature.

“My pet,” Prince Khimhant repeats, “was doing his duty to defend what is mine. Weren’t you, sweetheart? Did he grab you?”

Tersely, eyes fixed downward at the jeweled slippers on the crown prince’s feet, Chay nods.

“And these two?” Khimhant’s bored, unruffled voice adds. “Didn’t they just grab you too?”

The space falls suddenly, heart-stoppingly silent. Even the chatter from the main lounge lulls, curious eyes drifting upward to eavesdrop on the idiots who dared raise their voice at a royal heir.

Chay drags his eyes slowly upward. He can taste his own heartbeat on his tongue.

Prince Khimhant is watching him now.

There’s a kindred hunger behind his callous, veiled gaze.

For the first time since his sentencing, Chay finds himself relenting to the tiny, exhausted voice in the back of his mind that whispers for surrender. Something hot ignites in his gut.

“Yes,” he breathes darkly. “They did.”

The shackles on Chay’s wrists click open. Khimhant sits back. His knees splay apart, lazy and uncaring of the rising horror in the expressions around them.

“Then do your duty, little pet,” the crown prince smirks, eyes never leaving Chay’s. “And when you’re done, I pray you’ll finally come to heel. I have a very particular reward in mind.”

#kimchay #fanfiction #fanfiction prompt #ask game #kinnporsche the series

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cosybunny · 29 days ago

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Hello there :DD!! I finally finished rereading your fanfic "Act 1: Seashell Town" and only just noticed the tumblr account you mentioned in the notes :33!! I really enjoyed reading Seashell town, it was incredibly well written and you got Sonic and Shadows personalities down to a T, I loved the way everyone interacted and even though I didn't trust Quinn in the first place (Very well done on that btw, it was such subtle foreshadowing and if I wasn't so used to picking up on that stuff I really wouldn't have <3) it was still a shock just to see how MUCH he was a bad person!! Im incredibly excited to read Act 2, and was curious of weather or not there would be any updates on when that may be inproduction/released!! I loveeed the first one and I cant wait to see what comes from the second one! :3

This lovely ask made my whole day, oh my goodness! I'm putting it on the prized shelf with all the wonderful stuff that gives me the warm 'n fuzzies. Thank you so much for taking the time to write in. I'm glad you found my blog! I'm even gladder you enjoyed the story.

I wanted to give the vibe that something wasn't quite right with Quinn right off the bat. I'm happy to hear the foreshadowing hit right! The town itself had just enough cracks to let him go unchecked. Crafting his character and biting into his motivations was incredibly fun. After all, he doesn't see himself as a bad guy, so he doesn't act like it (until he absolutely does). My favourite sinister bit is how he immediately asks where Shadow went when he meets up with Sonic again... Makes ya wonder if Sonic might've had an unfortunate fall off the wharf if he'd gone there without his scary guard dog privileges. Plus, I really love implying how protective and close Shadow's been throughout the story (who can blame him? sonic gets into trouble as soon as you take your eyes off him). Double whammy! 💖💖💖

I have a habit of becoming obsessed over one story at a time, but I always end up improving my skill a bit by the end of it. I'm planning to finish up my current obsession (a MHA fic called More Human Than Human) and then write Act 2 with my sharpened skills. Don't worry! It's gonna happen! I'm still obsessed. Spooky season is the best season for haunted hijinks, so I wish I could've gotten it released in October. Unfortunately insomnia and life's been kicking my butt these last few months! Meanies. Smh. Where's a Sonic to spindash through the horrors when I need one? /silly

Thank you again for writing to me! I hope the second act will be just as enjoyable to read as the first when it comes out. I appreciate the heck outta this ask. ✨💖

#ask #our lights in the sky #sth #thank you for the ask!#fic ramblings

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bridgyrose · 1 year ago

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Oscar's Aunt noticed strange changes in him. He withdrew from her, began talking to himself when she wasn't looking, seemed to have a different aura around him. One day, much to her horror, he was just gone.

Aunt Em watched Oscar closely as he pitched hay, noticing a small change in how he moved. Instead of his usual struggling as the day went on, he almost seemed to have a renewed energy as if he had been doing this for decades instead of the few years he had been living on the farm ever since his parents died. Even his eyes seemed to hold a different look in them than they had the day before. “Oscar! Dont forget to brush the horses.”

“Dont worry, I wont forget!” Oscar called out as he stabbed his pitchfork into the ground.

Aunt Em smiled for a moment as she watched him, her smile fading as she watched him wipe his brow and walk into the barn. Over the last few days, it felt like he had been pulling away, changing in ways that she didnt understand. *Must be how teenagers are,* she thought to herself as she made her way back into the house. “He’ll be fine. Its all a phase and it’ll be over soon enough.”

The next few days caused Aunt Em to worry more as she watched Oscar withdraw from her. No longer did he seem to smile with the same youthful innocence as he had before, his smile seeming forced as he continued his day. Even the way he held himself seemed to change, almost as if he was a different person. She slowly knocked on his bedroom door, her voice shaking slightly as she listened to Oscar shuffle around in his room. “Oscar? Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine Aunty Em!” Oscar called back from behind the door. “I’m.. uh… I’m redecorating!”

“May I come in?”

“Sure.”

Aunt Em stepped back a moment as the door swung open with Oscar standing in the doorway, hair more disheveled than usual. Then, she noticed the bookshelf behind him seemed a bit more out of place than normal. Books strewn about the room, a few open to pages of the different huntsmen academies across Remnant. Aunt Em relaxed a bit for a moment. “Wanting to train to be a huntsman?”

“Yes. No.” Oscar moved to close the books and sighed as he put them back onto the bookshelf. “I want to see the world, but I dont think being a huntsman would be the way I want to do that.”

Aunt Em nodded and picked up a book, closing it and putting it back onto the bookshelf where it belonged. “There are other ways to see the world too. I’m sure that we can scrape up the money to send you out to a scholar-”

“I’m fine being here. Really. You need all the help you can get on the farm and I cant leave you to do all of this on your own.”

“Then will you tell me what’s going on? You havent seemed like yourself over the last couple weeks and I’m worried you’re hiding something.”

“I’m not hiding anything.” Oscar winced a bit and held his forehead, collecting himself for a moment as his eyes almost seemed to glow. “May I get some privacy?”

Aunt Em nodded and left the bedroom, shutting the door and pausing for a moment as she heard Oscar’s voice. She pressed up against the door, listening to him mumble to himself.

“I’m sure I saw a picture of that desk in a book before, so that doesnt mean that doesnt mean anything. Leave me alone and get out of my head!”

Aunt Em knocked on the door, leaning in a bit. “Oscar? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine!” Oscar answered back. “I’m going to bed, I’ll start my chores in the morning.”

Aunt Em looked at her watch, frowning a bit when she noticed it was only two in the afternoon. Though, she left her nephew alone, making her way downstairs to grab her scroll and thumbed through her contacts until she found the number she saved for her doctor. She made a quick call, tapping her foot as she waited for an answer.

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“I’ve set up an appointment for you with Doctor Hyde to see if we can deal with those headaches,” Aunt Em called out through the door. “We’ll need to leave first thing in the morning to make it to him.”

Silence greeted her back as she waited for an answer, her foot tapping as she started to grow impatient. She opened up the door to peek in, her voice growing more firm. “Oscar-”

Aunt Em paused as looked into the bedroom, her heart stopping as she looked at the empty bed and a note sitting on the nightstand. She slowly made her way over to read the note, her hands shaking as she lifted it.

*I’m going to Mistral and I dont know when I’ll be back. All I can tell you is that it’s important that I do and I’ll write to you once I’m there. -Oscar*

Aunt Em dropped the note and rushed out of the house, nearly tripping down the stairs. She threw open the farmhouse door, panting as she frantically looked around for any sign of Oscar. She ran around the farm, looking for any sign of where her nephew was and hoping to catch him. Minutes turned to hours as she made her way into the nearby village, asking around if anyone had seen Oscar. As the sun started to set and the stars filled the sky, she finally dropped onto a bench and sobbed, hoping Oscar would be okay.

#rwby #drabbles #oscar pine #oscar's aunt #angsty drabbles #yall know where I stole aunt em from #I needed to give her a name.

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galaxysharks · 1 year ago

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the video of maddox running away from the press makes it online, promptly goes viral, with quite a few news outlets talking about it. maddox doesn't leave her bed for a while, just hugging Joe-Jack and staring out into space. ashlyn or jet will occasionally come and join her, jet reassuring her that it'll be alright, that this'll blow over eventually. ashlyn doesn't say anything, just kissing the back of her neck and holding her.

when ashlyn's holding her, jet goes into another room and puts a hand through his hair.

"i've never seen her like this." carlos mumbles, looking through.

"has this happened before?" gina asks concernedly.

jet lets out a breath. "yuuuup." he says, and his next words are said with bitterness in his voice. "it's the reason maddie had to start homeschool way back."

mmmkay, I have been armed with a permanent keyboard and apples and peanut butter. We have 20 minutes before dawn, lets go!

Of course it cant be simple, in this day and age why would anyone wait for any fucking context....

Somehow its worse that the reporter never got to upload his "interview" if that's what we're calling assault these days. Its worse because so many other people did. Hundreds, Thousands of videos....

God, its an addiction, one after another, video after video, all fragmented, with shit audio, shaky ass camera with a terrible angle. its an indie horror films wet dream, really. unsuspecting bullshit influencer bystander piece of trash catching the worst shot of the films monster, crashing through the set in a shower of wood shards and tearing backing cloth....

God the fucking barrier, god her fucking hands, why does she destroy everything that she touches. Over and over, she keeps watching, searching, for something, anything to say that the barrier was damaged before, that she didn't literally shatter the last line of protection for the crowd in her hands. but nothing, the models old, but only by five years, the paint is unchipped, nothings warped or anything, and shes just a monster.

A monster that shoves children! by the way. Two little kids... they didn't hurt anything, fuck they weren't even trying to stop her, all they were doing was saying hi....

she didn't see them, didn't even realize until the videos started. They were in front of the alley.....God its a miracle their parents didn't come after her, but no she supposes most parents would be a little more focused on their crying child....at least it was just a shove, not like Jet.

oh no, God Jet!

shes done it again, she fucking scratched him! her little brother is hurt, She hurt him. he's bleeding and its all her fault. The little line on his face dripping freely as his hands were busy holding hers down....

The fucking news stations are asking if the set of Romeo and Juliet will be safe for the young actors, people are calling for an investigation of Shallow Lake....Dewey made a statement, but that's only helping so much...

She was walked out of the alley, covered in blood and exhausted, dry-eyed of course, because why would a monster cry for the damages?

because that's right isn't it? The monster in the circus is always the tiger, not the ringmaster, the ringmaster is just 'doing his job', and the tiger hurts people.

JJ takes away the remote, his teeth gently pulling it from her hand.

Shes got her phone in the hotel, which is good, cause shes not allowed to be unsupervised without it. But is does make waiting for the calls more convenient. The call telling her that the PA job is being considered for someone else, the one saying shes too unpredictable to let come back to Shallow Lake, the one saying the school board had made the decision that it would be best for her to resume her teaching and therapy at a different facility.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts maddox #high school musical the musical the series #hsm the series #hsmtmts season 4

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thefringespod · 1 year ago

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It has been a busy and exhausting week but we're back for another #AudioDramaSunday! We're gonna start with the Technomancy Project because it's the 1st of the month and I adore The Technomancy Project. They put my boy (Elijah) through the WRINGER please just let him REST

Also new today is public access for @malevolentcast ep 36 and the boys are fighting!! They are best friends (by force but shh) and will move on eventually but gods I'm worried about John. Also worried that Arthur starting to trust people will bite him in the ass. Gods what a show though

@re-dracula is getting into chunky episode season and they're all so GOOD. Ive been crying at my desk a LOT due to Re: Dracula (David Ault as Arthur is BREAKING ME). The one bit of light is the genuine joy in Jonny Sims' voice every time Dr Seward says Quincy Morris' name <3

I'm almost caught up on @thesiltverses and whooboy the back half of season 2 is a LOT. Paige and Hayword are a duo I didn't know I needed but also I am WORRIED ABOUT THEM. Carpenter and Faulkner are siblings and I adore them <3

@doyoucopypod ripped my heart out of my chest and squeezed it this week. Its a brilliant and beautiful discussion of grief and the different ways it manifests and it hurt me so bad while I was in office.Listen to Do You Copy. Do it. Its so good.

It is officially 31 Days of Halloween season on Tiny Terrors! I, like many, am afraid of spider. This episode did not help that. But my gods it was good. Alex C Telander wrote one hell of an ep and Kira Apple performed it excellently. I cant wait for more Tiny Terrors this month.

We are days away from the premiere of @eelerschoice and gods I'm excited!! Maritime horror fantasy? Created by Lou Sutcliffe and Daisy McNamara? With a phenomenal cast? And a punny title? How could I NOT be excited for Eeler's Choice its gonna be SO GOOD

Here on the Fringes I have the first ep of season 2 fully edited and am working my way through editing the rest of the season! Also currently have 5 episodes written for season 3 and I am putting some characters through the wringer :)

On the @forgedbondspod front I've also got 5 eps written, 3 people cast, and currently just trying to figure out the best way to contact the 4th person I'm hoping to have involved. Things! They are happening!! I'm so excited to share Forged Bonds with yall its already so fun

That's all for this week! It's come to my attention that I *may* be working a little too much between full time job, 1-2 hours of editing each week day, and 2-5 hours of writing on Saturdays 😅 Gonna keep trying to refine this to avoid burnout but there are fun things coming!

#audiodrama sunday #audio drama sunday #tales from the fringes of reality #pines notes #recommendation post

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 8 months ago

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HII im back again to thank you for the karl hcs theyre so cute & i found the nsfw ones to have opened up a new perspective of him in that way 👀☺️

as a hardcore heisenwhore i cant ever stop talking about him like EVER so pls tell us how you got into him and what about him that you like etc :D

Hey, hi and hello again! I'm so sorry it took me so long to get back to you but the weekend was kinda hectic, then I went to see Dune 2 and caught a little cold but anyway. Thank you so so much for jumping back into my ask box, I was really happy seeing you in there! 🫶🏻🖤

Can I start this by asking if I can use the term "hardcore heisenwhore" for my blog description because I'm utterly in love with it, omg? Couldn't stop thinking about it for the past DAYS!

So, what got me into Heisenberg? Roughly put, Neil Newbon. I stumbled into his work about two years ago but for some wicked reason, it wasn't really clicking with me like it did last September during which I started playing Bladur's Gate 3. From there on out, the story is rather short, to be honest, haha. Fell in love with Astarion like so many of us and then I took a deeper dive into Neil's work and first discovered Elijah Kamski, wrote a few fics, and after that my brain remembered: "Hey, wait....wasn't there this Heisenberg guy you stumbled upon two years ago??" and now I'm here, thirsting to my heart's content. I wouldn't really have discovered him through the game itself because, although I love me a good videogame, I don't play horror games. I'd unironically perish at the first jump scare. I tried it years ago with The Evil Within, lasted about 20 minutes and that was my horror game career for you 😅

Now, what do I like about Karl? Uhm....what's there not to like about him, really? He's different from the other Lords regarding his overall character and his wits which certainly draws me towards him. Sure, he's hungry for power but in a very different way than Lady D is. From what I have gathered, Karl wants out. He's sick of that "freakshow" in the village and up there in the castle and that attitude charmed me massively. In addition to that, regarding writing fanfic, there are so many ways one could explore his trauma of being continuously experimented on and how that formed him to be the character that he is now.

I hope that answers anything for now! Please don't hesitate to jump into my ask box again <3 I very much enjoy seeing you there!

#tam rambles #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #karl heisenberg #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 heisenberg

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honeyglz · 2 years ago

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Confession

A/N - Final part lets goo !!! I really do appreciate all/any support you guys have left on these works, if you are interested in my works, I will be adding a master list of my works to my blog soon. !!This takes place in an AU where Deku never got his quirk from all might!! As always I hope you enjoy :D

Proof read- No tf Reader - Fem (no spec for anatomy), She/Her, You/Your/Yours :)

Disclaimer - I do not own any of these characters aside from my depiction of 'Y/N'/the reader

Pairing - Bakugou x reader

P1 - "Tell me a secret" P2 - Take it to the grave Category - Angst with a happy end!

Content Warning - General violence, near death, in depth fight description (kinda), heavy(ish) gore, Deku having issues (Borderline yandere), Y/N cant catch a break man, blood both mentioned and heavy detailing, body horror and dis-figuration. (You'll find out how when reading). Please let me know if I missed any <3

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-Y/N's POV- You felt so lost, your eyes fogged up in a drunk like state. The scent of your own blood staining the walls around you. It felt like forever that you'd been here. Had it been forever? The voice had told you no one was coming, you knew better to believe them but a part of you agreed. What if no one was coming? What if you died here? Day's blurred for you, you wouldn't know the day if someone asked, that in itself scared you. You didn't want to die here. A needle pierced your skin for what felt like the 100th time today. The same voice whispering praise as they sewed the wound they had injected the stuff into. You had no idea what it was but every time they used it you felt more and more pain. Less control of your body. Less sane thoughts to cling too. The small nothings in your ear continued as you felt your body flinch at the closeness. "You did so well dove, keep this up and I may just let you live by the end of this!" The voice exclaimed stroking the bloodied area with their cool leather glove. "Maybe even keep you around, how does that sound Dove? Just you and me- Forever" Their hand lifted your chin, neck raw against the rusted chains pushing into it. The voice hummed waiting for response. "I'd rather die" The voice went silent for a moment before what seemed signature laugh rang through the room. "Atta girl. Can't have you loosing your spark before we see Kacchan hm?"

The glove let go of her face, allowing the sting on her neck to subside. "Well as much as I'll miss you I have other things to attend to" they sighed placing down the syringe. "Oh, and get some rest dove, we have a big day ahead of us." Their voice held a sinister note as the sound of the metal door slamming shut, a shiver running though your spine. You had a bad feeling about this.... -Bakugou's POV- Bakugou stared down at the number. He had been trying to track it for hours. His hero gear weighed heavy against his body. Gauntlets shining in the evening sunlight. He thought back to the call. Remembering every detail. The time, the weather, the way his fucking breath sounded through the speaker. Bakugou's hands clutched as he imagined what sicko that had done to you. He wondered if you were even still breathing. Heat flared up, running from his hands to his chest, every inch of his skin felt hot, he was going to kill that bastard. His shoes hit the smooth tile of his agency's floor. People scrambling around him, some with files, others eyes concentrating on their screens as they continued to try track the call. Everyone knew that Bakugou's patience was running thin, it would only be so long before he lost his cool and took things into drastic measures. Abruptly everyone stopped, the sound Bakugou's phone began to buzz. The same number appearing on Bakugou's phone. Ring

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Ring

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Ring- He picked up.

"Took you long enough" The voice he knew once all to well, taunted. Midoriya took a long sigh before speaking again. "Y'know I see why you like her Kacchan, she's very- how do I put this?" Bakugou grit his teeth as he team worked around him trying to track the call. Midoriya smiled against the phone. "Oh yes that's it. Very.. Explosive." The ground shook underneath them as Bakugou steadied himself, still clutching the phone to his ear, hearing Midoriya's laugh. The building began to tilt, people rushing out quickly. One of his employees called out to him showing him the screen above, still just presenting the location. They had found them. "I'm coming to get you Deku. And when I do God wont be able to save you." He growled into his phone slamming the device down as he rushed to help people out of the now crumbling building.

-Midoriya's POV-

Midoriya sat in the dark as he lay back in the abandoned warehouse he called home. "Oh I'm counting on it. Time to end this, old friend." Midoriya's stood, looking over to his workers. "Get her ready. Its time we allow these love birds a little get together."

-Y/N POV-

You were being moved. The feeling of light touching your skin felt harsh and unusual after so long, though it faded quickly as cold began to settle in. Your body felt strange, you were chained in every possible way, you had been hurt in every way your body could handle but you were walking. A strength coursed through your veins. A foreign one. You felt your chains tug as someone placed you down. The wind blew, brushing against your face for what felt like the first time in forever. It was silent for awhile as you heard people leave the area. Suddenly the voice spoke.

"Y'know dove.. I don't think Ill be able to hang around after this is done like I promised."

You turned your head to the voice, still trying to get a good sense of where you were. None the less the voice continued. "I'm just thinking, since I wont be around there's no need to hide who I am right?" You stayed silent confused for a moment at the sudden change in them. They had never appeared so.... human to you.

You felt the fabric around your head loosen, your sight restored as you blinked at the strange sensation. Once you regained your sight your eyes drifted up to see a man, forest green locks thrown against his pale face, freckles decorating his checks as he smiled at you. He stood up from his place as he stretched feet skimming the edge of the building they sat on. "He's coming to get you. Should be here any moment." He looked back down at you, a small sad smile etching onto his face. "I really am sorry I won't be around to see you after this." He reached down grabbing your hand as he lay a gentle kiss on your knuckles. Surprisingly you were calm, you didn't flinch or move away. You just watched.

"By the way, my real name is Izuku. Izuku Midoriya."

He turned away from you and a sudden explosion made you fall back onto the roof, heart pounding as you struggled against your restraints. Instinct kicking in.

"Well, looks like its show time dove. I really will miss you" And with that. He disappeared. Leaving you alone in the cold once again. Something new coursing through your veins. A command. A whisper perhaps.

Evolve

-Bakugou's POV- Bakugou smashed through the building, scanning the area only to see an empty warehouse. Well empty-ish. There were a few rooms, one had what looked like a bed in it, the other had all sorts of devices and a chair. Along with what looked to be a burner phone. He grabbed the phone mindlessly before trailing further, determined to find you. The stench of blood filled his senses as he walked into he third room. It looked like some sort of horror house. Something out of a movie. Blood stained the walls, tools lay across a counter and in the middle of a room was a metal bench, chains and straps laid across it. He felt his breath stop as he picked up what looked to be a torn piece of your hero costume. His heart kicked up a notch as he heard footsteps. Paired with a familiar voice.

"Well well well, looks like you found me huh Kacchan?"

Bakugou's head turned to find the alleged ghost of his sins. There Midoriya stood, scars adorning his skin, eyes harsh, far from the ones he knew as a kid. In that moment everything in his life weighed nothing, his regrets, his achievements, his title as a hero. It all meant nothing if he lost now. Midoriya smiled as he walked forward, gloved hands running through his green hair. "Where is she Deku." Bakugou spat though grit teeth as he eye'd down the green haired man before him. Midoriya only scowled eye's twitching with a deranged look creeping into them. "So, you only came for her huh?" The question went unanswered as the blonde snarled at the small talk. "I'm not here for small talk, where the fuck is she" Bakugou seethed as Midoriya only sighed taking off his gloves.

"I was hoping for some sort of apology, maybe even an once of guilt. But I guess not, huh?" Midoriya dropped his gloves as light began to emit from his skin, flashes of what looked like lightning striking the space between them, his eyes glowing darkly as he stared right into the blondes scarlet eyes, electric eyes meeting blood red.

"Im going to enjoy this."

In a flash Midoriya was behind Bakugou, fingers woven in a fist as he went to strike. Dust clouded the room as Bakugou narrowly dodged, blasting behind him, ash overwhelming the air as his blast struck Midoriya into a wall. The concrete cracked under the pressure, leaving the green haired man winded. Smoke cleared revealing Midoriya with his head low, blood dripping from his lips as he smiled widely, grin psychotic as he laughed. "Better than I thought. My turn" Like clockwork, Midoriya pushed off the wall, fist slamming into the blondes torso. Bakugou wen't flying through the buildings wall, blood trickling from his head as the sicking crack of his own bones filled his head. Midoriya felt the corners of his mouth twitch up again as he watched the blonde struggle to stand for a moment. Bakugou stumbled to his feet as Midoriya charged once again only for the floor under him to crumble. He fell and Bakugou jumped down, wiping the blood from his face as he spat out the bitter red liquid. They went back and forth exchanging hit after hit until Bakugou sent a powerful blast Midoriya's way. Sending him tumbling into the ground. The blonde grabbed onto the smaller man's neck, hands heating up as the smell of burning flesh began to rise. "I told you God wouldn't be able to save you" he hissed, squeezing Midoriya's neck tighter. Bakugou lifted Midoriya's body from the rubble. Midoriya muttered something the blonde didn't quite catch. not that he cared.

Not until he was flung into the air. He dropped Midoriya, head slowly turning to reveal a creature. It didn't look like a Nomu, not a normal one at least. It had a more human look, ridged horns across its back, up its legs. It's limbs look scratched, cuts and wounds all along its body. The creature jumped above him using a broken concrete pillar to knock the hero into the floor, creating a dent in the ground. He groaned head pounding as he watched it stand to its full height, revealing a haunting pair of E/C eye's staring dully at his broken figure. -Y/N's POV- Devolve

You had blacked out after Izuku had left you alone. Where were you? Your vision came back and your body felt twisted, your entire being screaming at you for even thinking of moving. There was smoke, everywhere. You couldn't run, you couldn't move. Your eyes frantically scanned around you. You still had chains on. You looked down at your legs. Torn open and stitched back you only now saw what they had made you.

Bearly human. You forced your eyes off your mangled body as you spotted a familiar face. Izuku walked towards Bakugou, watching as the man tried to crawl away. Izuku laughed as he kicked the man in the jaw, sending him flying once again. The blonde looked over to you before Izuku grabbed onto his neck. Squeezing harshly causing your skin to crawl. You watched as the green haired man continued to hold him.

You felt panic crawl up your neck as you tried to move. The same voice you heard before blacking out speaking. Stop.

You dont. Obey.

"Fuck you" You spat as you started to regain feeling, pain drilling into your bones as you did so.

Stop trying.

Now your finger was moving. Stop now.

Again you refused. You body was crying in pain at this point as you took a step forward. Obey.

Another. Stop moving.

And another. The voice got smaller and smaller until you couldn't hear it anymore. Step after step until you were running to them. It ached. Everything ached. But you didn't stop. Your legs took you further and further, hands still clutching the concrete pillar as you ran. Your arms swung back all your remaining strength focusing on one thing.

Knocking this psycho motherfucker out of orbit.

Your arms burnt as you took the final step, hands crushing against the harsh stone as you sent every prayer to heaven that you hit him.

Midoriya didn't even have a chance to process what was happening as for the split second he turned his head to meet your gaze, icy and determined. His eyes widened in awe before everything went black.

'Of course you were the only one who broke the trance. Who else could do something as amazing as that? No one but you, Dove'

You watched as Midoriya was knocked too far for your eyes to follow. Dropping the pillar as you gave way to the crushing weight of strain that surrounded your body. Your hands, legs, everything shook as you let go of the breath you had been holding. Eyes snapping to Bakugou, who had now managed to stumble to his feet, leaning and limping you pushed yourself to rush to him as you tackled him.

You both fell back as he welcomed your embrace, face buried in your hair as he felt tears soak through his chest piece, his own tears racing down his face. He soothed you, heart breaking at your tired sobs. He held you tight, not minding the sting from his own wounds as he pressed a kiss against the top of your head. Your arms were locked around him, face pushed into his side as you sobbed, thankful that the nightmare was over.

Some time had passed and other hero's made it to the scene. You were both taken back to the hospital.

-At the hospital. 3 days later. Y/N's POV-

You awoke to the bright sunlight peaking through the dull curtains. You looked around to see your friends and family surrounding you. You smiled as tears ran down your face, thankful you weren't dreaming. You were free. You looked around, disappointed to see that Bakugou was no where to be seen. Mina noticed your smile drop as she signalled for everyone to give you abit of space. You stared at your bed realising that he had left. You let your thoughts get the better of you before a sudden grunt caught your attention. There Bakugou was, in a suit, cuts and bruises still fresh. He had bandages wrapped around his head, his messy blonde hair framing his face as sunlight hit the bouquet he held. He had a small blush on his face as he walked up to your bed handing you the flowers wordlessly. He looked nervous as he looked back to the door, their old classmates ushering him on as he spoke. "Listen I don't know if you meant what you said that day- But I fucking did... So-" He paused swallowing the last of his fears as he spoke "So, will you go out with me? I'll take you somewhere real nice promise. Hell I'll even wear whatever you want, shitty matching outfits and all-" He was cut off when your lips met his, hands around his neck tangling into his hair as you pushed your self up from the hospital bed covers. He was taken back before he leaned down ignoring the cheers from everyone outside the door. You smiled into the kiss before you pulled away, breathless as you held your flowers, enjoying the furious blush that the hero wore once you pulled away. "So was that a yes or-?" he said jokingly as you smacked his arm playfully smiling as you admired him. "Yes Katsuki, I'll go out with you." You said planting another kiss against his check, watching as everyone poured back into the room congratulating you both.

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A/N - AHH ITS DONE!! Real talk I really do like how this panned out, though I do apologise if the fight scene was abit of a let down. If you have time or wish too feel free to comment your thoughts on the lil series this became. Be sure to follow if you like my content and stay safe <3 Tag List - @somsomishy THIS IS SO LATE BUT I FORGOT TO TAG YOU SO SORRY @hsxhype

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honeybeewhereartthee · 2 years ago

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Crystal Hearts

Prequel PT3: You and Me

➽───Previous───CH11────Next───❥

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"little haku~ why are you staring at space again?" One of the sister of the Oukawa peak at the youngest whos daze while having his phone open beside him.

"Waiting." He mumble with a soft pout.

"Ehh... Could it be your waiting for your friend to chat?"

" Hmm.."

" But don't you say they stopped chatting months ago?"

"... People would do that too. Being MIA for a few months is normal... Some people are busy with their life after all..." He cross his arms. He look at the beautiful bookmark Love-Swan friend give without Love-Swan telling him before hand-- it's a white flower with aurora edges.

His last package with a note, directly come from them.

[ Thank you for liking my sweets and cakes. And being Friend of ai. This is my gift to you.

You can wish anything to this flower. Just hold it and your wish will granted

- M.H ]

"...eheh." he smile as he hugs the bookmark. His older sister can't help but sigh as she look at how hopeless her younger brother is.

"Sigh, young love." She chuckle as she went to her room, leaving the young one be.

"I want to find you, I wish I can find you, even how far apart we are. I wish I can find you and meet you... Ah.. Love-Swan speak like his from another world. I wish I can find you no matter what place or time... even whatnot the universe have!" He always wish for the same thing. Giving a soft kiss to the book mark.

Drowsiness slowly taken over him as he hugs the bookmark, a single tears fall from his eyes from loneliness that his friend might possibly never come online to chat with him again. Even how much he lied to himself.

The tear fall to the bookmark, causing it to glow and become lively, in his right pinky an invisible string slowly become visible and glow beautiful aurora color, a string connected to the sky

...

"I'm gonna go now, I guess." You give a thumbs up to Aira who is being held back by Hiiro, tatsumi and Mayoi from leeching on your leg. "What if you don't go anymore?"

"(ㆁωㆁ)Cant do that. It's the order of the emperor. Aira should get use to it." You pat aira head. " One day, there's bound to be a day you and I well part. I don't want you to be this attached to me at this point because it would only be harder for me." You whisper the last part to yourself as you help aira to stood up.

" We're always sticking to one another, maybe some distance would put our friendship to a test." You point out as he start wailing his eyes out.

" But mc! I don't want to leave you. What if, what if..." You suddenly won't return.. that it be the last time... You did try to do that years ago... I don't want it to happened again.' aira remember when you planned to sleep again so he would live a peaceful life.

His scared, to take his eyes off you. What if you really do it that time his eyes cannot watch you?

"Come on, aira! It's not like mc going to get married in the human world!" hiiro tried to encourage aira. "Or die. "

" MMMCCCCC!! DON'T LEAVEEE HIIRO IS JINXING THINGS FOR YOU!" too bad for hiiro, aira wailing even more from his words.

"Ahahah~ come on now. Back away, back away. Our dear main character have to set on their journey at some point!" wataru appear before you all and pulled you away from everyone. Before aira can cry, his mouth is shut by Wataru magic.

"Shh. We should say our farewell with a smile and not with tears in our eyes!" The clown says as he guide you to the portal. "Now, MC. Remember what I told you about flying ok...?"

" What? I thought nii-tan would joined--"

" Ahahah. You jest me, my dear cousin. Of course you will not escape your flying training! The only way to learn is through harsh training, to experience the consequences of not being able to fly!" he quickly wave his finger in front of you as a NoNo. Your eyes in widen in realization and horror.

"Remember if you hate flying too much, how would you able to learn it?you most Love itself, to learn and it will come to you!"

" AIRA HELPPPPP " you tried to reach out to your friend but alas, wataru is more close to you. "TARUNII-SAN IS CRAZYYUU"

" off you go!" And you were push to the portal. To the sky below, the beautiful night sky of the human world.

"TARUNII-SAN YOU BOOLY!" You cried hopelessly as the portal close but you saw Aira trying to reach out for you. "MC!!!" was his last words before the portal is no more.

As you fall you keep waving your hand around, you suddenly saw your hand have a weird strings connected to it.

"... TARUNII-SAN DID YOU JUST USE YOUR CUPID MAGIC ON ME!" you suddenly don't know what to felt at this moment as Wataru have mangle with something or someone in the human world and use such magic to tie a string of fate.

As you free fall in the sky, you start to think how to save yourself.

"Welp, I guess Ill die." You mumble accepting your fate. 'man... I hope someone catch me...' you thought as you realize falling from the sky sure take a long time.

A certain someone opened his purple eyes and stared at the twilight sky. He suddenly move from where he is, he decided to go out of his house to find Love-Swan and his friend! His sisters notice him leaving but before they can stop him, he was gone.

"Probably in his rebellious stage." The dad said as he sip his coffee." You don't care?"

The oldest sigh. " I mean he probably back later when his hungry. " The dad shrugged his shoulder. "Let him be. Besides his a young kid, he should have known better. At least he would learn now from his mistake in his first love." He added.

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- Wataru is part Cupid Fae. A very cheat like fae type. the reason his a matchmaker is because of this too.

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winderlylandchime · 1 year ago

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2x20 1/2 His hair is sticking out in all directions, he’s half a pack of cigarettes down, he can’t be still and he looks like he hasn’t slept for weeks. Before the ep: ‘he now knows. And he needs to confront him. You know, even with all he does, right now? Brian is better. More morals and shit. So he needs to do something, i suggest doing what I did when I got cheated (i bring up the fact that tinder/sending nudes on phones was not like a thing in 2002)Still! He needs to do something petty! Come on Brian, don’t disappoint me’ So we are off to a great start: ‘okay finale, you have 40 minutes to fix this fucking mess you created. Get. To. It. Imagine being excited over a comic that your boyfriend inspired that youre cheating on. I SWEAR IF THE GOATEE FUCKER MAKES IT IN THE COMIC I WILL RIOT! Look, it’s Bri!! HE MADE THEM A PARTY! He knows he’s being cheated on and he’s still doing all this? I am even sadder now! CAN MIKE STOP KISSING HIM. I AM WILLING TO GIVE YOU MY LEFT ARM *looks at me in horror* i swear, I’m an ally but he does it for weird reasons and it’s very clear..’ ‘HE’S GOING TO BE A MONK?! DEBBIE FINALLY LIKES YOU AND YOU WANT TO BECOME A MONK?!…dude, no offense but bald look isn’t gonna suit you’ The sound that he just let out when Ethan/Justin popped up, i swear it was heard across the world. ‘OH SO YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THAT HE HAS A BOYFRIEND BUT YOURE STILL FUCKING HIM…tell me cello player, how does that make you any different than that ex boyfriend of yours that you hate oh so badly. *childish mocking* drive to the country to park under the stars, my dudes, neither of you own a car. Awww he wants to watch a meteor shower..i hope one of them hits you.’ He is now actually upset because of Justin saying that Brian is giving him a party. ‘HE SAID THAT AS IF ITS NOTHING. Fuck you cello player, i look forward for the day Brian runs you over with his car, that he OWNES! Oh so you acknowledge that he loves you but you’re still okay with cheating? I’m actually really sad about this. *they kiss* BLEGH..oh please shove that CD up your ass.‘ Okay, thee scene is coming up!!! ‘WHY THE FUCK IS THERE VIOLIN MUSIC AGAIN?! MAKE IT STOP! Please tell me a car hits him here. Who’s that? BRIAN!!! FUCKING HELL YES! GO BRIAN GO BRIAN!! Oh for fucks sake Ben!’ He is not here for Ted being all over Emmett. It’s freaking him out. And he is once again screaming about and lesbians minding their business. ‘BRIAN! Wait, he’s offering a job? Nah, my man isn’t stupid. He knows the songs on his cd. OH SHIT ITS JUSTIN! Please Brian, get up and kiss him in front of this fucker! I AM BEGGING! THATS RIGHT THE NAME IS BRIAN KINNEY! The word ‘fucking’ is missing in between but that’s not professional to put on businesses cards. NOW KISS JUSTIN PLEASE! DUN DUN DUN KARMA IS HERE JUSTIN. And that’s the look of a motherfucker who knows he was played! Good job Brian! LOOK AT THAT SMILE, yeah fuck off to class and get hit by a bus please.‘ He is upset about the fact that he didn’t get to see Brian figuring it all out and finding out who Ethan is though. He thinks that it would be really cool with him going through Justins stuff/the loft with some badass music in the back where the lyrics are about being betrayed or something. He gave me an entire play by play like a theater director. ‘Oh you’re sorry are you? Fuck you. You didn’t mean for it to happen? Which time? The first or the 17th?….is that a thing…? Falling asleep with a dick up your ass? Can they do that? Is that healthy? Should I ask (uncles name)? (Ive never screamed NO so loudly in my life) ohhh he connected all the dots! Flowers violin and picnics! He knows it all. OH MY POOR BABY. *mocking voice* oh he loves you? They’re still using that. Brian, that was unnecessarily funny. He’s right btw, FUCK YOU JUSTIN WE BOTH KNOW EXACTLY WHY HE CANT SAY THOSE 3 WORDS BUT HE KINDA SAID IT TO DEB! Go to deb and ask! She will tell you! this hurts. He CARES if he didn’t care he wouldn’t do all that he did to catch Mr Goatee but he’s clearly willing to kill himself just so that Blondie gets to live his life.’

His hair is sticking out in all directions, he’s half a pack of cigarettes down, he can’t be still and he looks like he hasn’t slept for weeks. <- BIG SAME WHENEVER I WATCH THIS ARC

He needs to do something petty! - teehee.... straight into -

And that’s the look of a motherfucker who knows he was played! Good job Brian! LOOK AT THAT SMILE, yeah fuck off to class and get hit by a bus please.‘ PERFECTION

Yes, please don't let him bother your uncle with any more questions about anal sex.

He CARES if he didn’t care he wouldn’t do all that he did to catch Mr Goatee but he’s clearly willing to kill himself just so that Blondie gets to live his life.’ <- this is the Britin dynamic boiled down to its essential ingredients. Our man has figured it out.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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ambisinistous-blog · 2 years ago

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okay but i saw this and had a out of body experience

- Danny starts to carve figures made of ghost ice blue quartz like rock that for some reason is cold, under the guise of an artistically inclined meta,

- maybe he’s strapped for cash, maybe its just a passion project

- Anyway he starts selling figures, and one day he’s looking in the comments/reviews of his store/etsy/sumshit one especially some random citizen trying to guess what the material is

- The customer bought a wonder woman figure. It’s Just Ice he thinks to himself,

-Wait, Holy shit.

- And so his greatest collection/line of figures was made “The Just Ice League”

- (Christened so after putting a message on his website about the materials for concerned customers)

- Sam blames the fact he was floaty from bloodloss at the time

- danny thinks he’s a comedic genius

- Then money starts rolling in,

-Like REALLY rolling in

- It was all commissions for wonder women statues. hundreds of them. All shapes and poses, different styles, keychain minis

- At first danny is concerned, was this some kind of pervert? As a fellow hero (less active now after some treaties with local ghosts-thank god) he had been subject to some uncomfortable attention himself, and in no way wanted to contribute to making someone else go through such an experience.

- But the customer never asks for revealing or risque figures, only triumphant poses and battle scenes.

- Did he mention the cash was also REALLY good.

-he likes to make sure emergency funds for both himself, Jazz, dani, sam, tucker, mr. Lancer and others were always at the ready and its nice to have some pocket money to treat his friends and buy sweet, sweet, astronomy textbooks

We flip to the other side of our story, Dick heard about it from wally who heard about it from his uncle barry’s bi-monthly tea (re: spar in any area were there were snacks, he never really understood the flashes dynamics with their rogues) with captain cold about a talented meta ice carver

dick looks into it and discovers the Just Ice League set figures, and naturally, as a connoisseur of elite puns himself he thinks its the best ever

He buys a wonder woman figure for Jason. Other than noting that the craftsmanship really was good he thought nothing of it.

Two weeks later jason’s busting down the door to his apartment (literally mind you, goddamit Jason) and demanding to know where Dick bought the figure. Dick gives him the link to the website.

Soon every corner of everywhere has a miniature.

Batmobile? Wonder Woman.

Bathrooms at the manner? Diana Prince in your face

Inside of private apartement and in strung from light posts around gotham? The Princess of Themyscira.

Everyone assumes it to be an elaborate prank from Jason, and after seeing the horror on Bruce’s face from a realistic bust of the Daughter of Zeus herself in the medicine cabinet (allergy season in gotham is hell, goddamit ivy) well no hesitates on joining in.

No one really notices anything special about the sculptures, until 6 months later when they cant remember the last time Jason had an episode

When they try to look into the Website the BatComputer gets a virus so bad that any time the letter “A” was used 30 orders for bagels were placed

Eventually danny comes to Gotham for an artisan fair that coincides nicely with a new exhibit at the Gotham Planetarium.

So, his sculptures are famous in Gotham apparently? (few buildings in low income areas have proper AC units and Gotham summers are a bitch so most homes have taken to setting up small shrines of the figures that radiate cool air), Now that he thought of it he had been getting more requests for Local Gotham vigilantes, including less widely known bats like Signal

and then red hood shows up and OH. Now he knows why the Wonder Woman fanatic needed so many sculptures. The corrupted ectoplasm in this poor shmuck’s system seemed to have almost flushed out fully.

(Thank god it wasn’t a pervert)

Just to be safe he decides to give this guy some snow from the Far Frozen as a cleanser. But a handful of snow would be weird. Danny looks in his fridge, huh he’s got some cherry cough syrup...

He gives the guys a snow cone with his purchase (wonder woman of course), the guy stares at it for a second

FUCK! SHIT! who the fuck randomly gives out snow cones?!?! that was so much sketchier than loose snow

The guy downs it with only a moment of hesitation. WTF Wasn’t this Gotham? Capital of dont trust strangers?

Maybe this guy was a pervert after all?

As the guy finishes the cone he tips his head back towards the sun, impercievably tense shoulders dropping, a smile comes over his face and he takes in a deep, unhindered breath for what feels like the first time in forever, the blinding rage and rot, his brain finally free from the pit’s insidious roiling, and fear he realizes now

As the stranger has apparently has a come to jesus moment Danny makes the executive decision to Get The Fuck Out Of Dodge

The hustle and bustle of the market had packed itself up and moved away as soon as redhood came into view (The people rather liked Redhood now, but a reputation for blood was hard to lose, and if anyone would be able to pragmatically coexist unstable individuals it was the people of Gotham. They loved their Trash Raccon Anti-hero but they knew better than to try and pet the feral beasts that ruled gotham alleyways and trashcans.) so as soon as Danny realized what a goddam disgrace he was to any form of being capable of civilized interaction he packed up his tent, shoved all of his stuff into his chest cavity, and resolved to spend the rest of the trip invisible

When he gets home he makes another trade with technus to up the security on his website

Jason just stands there for a while. He decides to go to therapy. It helps alot. His family was so fucked up. He loved them though. (Yah see that Batman and Co? He was fucking in touch with himself, he had the fucking balls to let himself be vulnerable. Y’all’s emotional constipated asses could never)

He absolutely T-Poses and lords his good mental health and, *shivers* healthy coping methods over the rest of the bats and mocks them relentlessly

Alfred is so proud he cries and joins in any time

Submitted Prompts #1

Danny meets the justice league. Uses his powers to make small statues of them, holds the statues up

"Behold," he says. "the Just Ice League."

#dc x dp #jason todd #Jason gets therapy #He is the snobbiest literal bitch about actually being ok #the rest of the fam fucking hates it

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writing-good-vibes · 3 years ago

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been an angel all year

ahh i was going to wait until christmas eve to post this, but i got to excited once i finished it !! with great pleasure, i gift this christmas fic to @pharmacykeys !! ahh i hope you enjoy and have a very happy holiday season 💖😊🎄 fem!reader x bo sinclair on christmas eve. and of course some domestic sinclairs content because i cant resist. this is a long one warning for smut.

You could have sworn that time moved differently in Ambrose. No sooner had the leaves started turning brown and drifting sadly from the trees, was the frost settling in every morning. And then, before you knew it, it was nearly Christmas and you’d done nothing to prepare.

It had taken you literally going into the next town over with Bo on a supply run for you to even realise the festive season had arrived. Strings of fair lights lined shopfronts and Christmas music was playing in every goddamn store you walked into.

“Wait,” you said, looking around somewhat bewildered, “Wait, what’s the date?”

Bo shrugs, “How should I know?” But he routes through the pocket of his work trousers and pulls out a quarter for the newspaper rack. He pulls out the paper and looks for the date, “December 21st.”

“The 21st?” you repeat, aghast. No way was it nearly Christmas. How could it be nearly Christmas and you hadn’t even noticed? “We haven’t even decorated the house or bought – bought any food or,” you miss a beat in realisation, “We don’t have any presents!”

Bo was looking less than impressed as he tried to keep walking up the sidewalk, but you kept stopping in horror each time you realised something else you hadn’t done.

“Look, darlin’, we don’t really ‘do’ Christmas, or any of that crap,” he insists, grabbing your elbow to get you to keep walking. He had a to-do-list today and he didn’t want to be away from town any longer than he had to be.

“Aw, Bo, c’mon! We have to do something,” you complain, but follow him anyway, “I love Christmas! Please, can’t we do something?”

Bo grumbles, not wanting to have this argument right now. Christmas hadn’t been particularly awful for him as a kid, him and his brothers actually did pretty well, but there was always a tension simmering just below the festive façade his family put on that unnerved him. There was too much possibility of something going wrong for his liking.

“Look,” you persist, “I’ll sort it all, you don’t even have to lift a finger. If you let me sort it now while you’re getting the regular supplies then I’ll be finished before we have to start heading home. Deal?”

You look up at him hopefully. You see something cross his face, but you’re not sure what it is.

He hesitates before answering. “Fine.” He goes for his wallet, taking out one of two twenty-dollar bills that is in there.

“Thank you!” you squeal, kissing him on the cheek and practically hopping around as he hands you the money.

“We have a tree and decorations and shit back home, I’ll get ‘em outta the basement if you really want ‘em, so don't go wastin’ that money. Meet me back at the truck at 4. You come even 1 minute late and there’ll be hell to pay, you hear?”

“Message received and understood,” you nodded firmly, before disappearing back down the sidewalk.

Bo watches you for as long as it takes for you to be absorbed by the crowd. He’s really started to regret letting you go off alone.

The ride home is probably more fun for you than it is for Bo. You chatter relentlessly about all your favourite things about the festive season and what you used to do as a kid and how the house will look so nice all decorated. Bo, to his credit, listens to you, nodding at appropriate times, but mostly focussing on the road ahead.

Despite your excitement, your festive plans are put even further on hold by an unexpected arrival. It took a few days for the atmosphere in town to calm down enough and for Vincent to finish up his new project before you could herd everyone into one place and force them to start enjoying themselves. By then it was December 24th. Christmas Eve.

“Okay,” you start, pacing around the family room in front of the twins who sit sullenly on the couch. You try to give your voice as much authority as possible because that was the only way you got taken seriously around here, “Here’s what’s happening: you two are getting the tree and decorations from the basement, Lester said he’ll be here in a half with the turkey and I will create some –,” you search for the right word, “atmosphere, in here.”

“Alright, Lil’ Miss Bossy,” Bo says. It sounds like he’s complaining but the way he gets up anyway lets you know that he doesn’t mind too much. If he was honest, he’d say he was even a little bit excited. Sure, he didn’t trust for the whole thing not to devolve into a fight (like it so often did when he was a kid), but for now he tried to trick himself. Trick himself into think that maybe, with you in charge, Christmas wouldn’t be too bad.

He tilts his head at his twin and Vincent gets up to follow him down to the tunnels.

You settle down on the recently vacated couch, picking up the stack of cassette tapes you’d located at the back of the video cupboard. Best Christmas Song Compilation. Festive Party Songs. Christmas Hits. So many to choose from, you thought, giggling with excitement.

As you took out one of the tapes and inserted it into the old tape player on the side table, you glanced at your phone, checking to make sure Lester hadn’t text saying a disaster had befallen him.

(The conversation with Lester regarding the turkey had gone something like this:

“Hey, we’re going to have Christmas dinner this year, you’ll come right?”

“Christmas? I dunno, what did Bo say?”

“He’s fine with it, he agreed! It was practically his idea. [Lord forgive you for a little white lie]. So, you’ll come, won’t you, Les?”

“Sure,” you hear the smile break across his face, “Sure, sounds good!”

“Oh, just one thing though,” you add, sweetly, before he hangs up.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you could get a turkey from somewhere?” Then, quickly adding, “Preferably not one that’s been hit by a 16-wheeler.”

That gets a laugh out of him; a short, surprised one, like a dog bark. “Sure, I think I know a guy that knows a guy who has a turkey farm.”

You don't question this. “Thanks, you can bring it round on Christmas Eve? And stay the night, if you like.”

“I’ll see you there.”)

Comfortable in the knowledge that Lester had hopefully snagged a turkey from somewhere, you relaxed again, humming along to the first Christmas song that started playing.

Looking around, you realised something was missing. Whistling lowly, you strained to try and hear Jonesy’s feet pattering. She must have gone down to the basement with Vincent, hopefully she wasn’t getting in the way.

It took a while (you supposed if the boys never really ‘did’ Christmas, like Bo had said, then the tree and decorations must be pretty deeply buried amongst the rest of the junk in the tunnels) but eventually you heard a commotion and you wandered down the hall and towards the study.

Before you even opened the door you could hear Bo yelling and cursing under his breath. When you walking in, you tried to stifle your laugh but it was no use. Bo was trying to drag the tree up through the hatch whilst, you could only guess, Vincent was trying to push it up from beneath.

Bo turns to you and snaps, “And what’s so goddamn funny?”

You press your lips together tightly but it doesn’t stop your shoulder shaking with laughter. “I’m not laughing, see, not laughing,” you manage.

“Like hell you’re not,” Bo grumbles, but lets it go in favour of returning to his attempts to heave the tree up through the trap door. “Vincent you’re not even trying,” he complains, even though you all know Vincent is far stronger than Bo likes to pretend.

The movement from below stops and you hear a rustling amongst the branches. Your laughter is kickstarted when you see Vincent’s calloused hand squeeze up through the trap door and flip Bo off.

After a long while of pushing and shoving and heaving, and a lot of complaining (though when did the twins do anything together and not complain about it every spare second), the tree, along with the few boxes of decoration, was out of the tunnel and situated in the family room, positioned under your expert direction.

“Now, this is the fun part!” you clap happily, beginning to rifle through the boxes. You pull out strings of fairy-lights and garlands of tinsel. Plastic baubles and evergreen wreaths. At the very bottom of one of the boxes, you find a smaller box, an old cookie tin. It took some prying but you managed to open it, finding inside a nest of smaller, much more intricate wax baubles.

You look over at Vincent, “Vince,” you hold up one of the ornaments, a turtle dove, “Did you make these?”

Both of them look over at you from where they’re sat on the floor. There’s something childish about the way they’re slowly pawing at the decorations as you take them out of the box. They silently bicker over holding one decoration or another, things passed between them as they start to remember the baubles that they’d been most attached too as children.

Vincent shakes his head, hesitating for a moment before signing, “Momma made those, back when we were babies.”

You nodded in response, “You could make more, there’ll be enough room for new ones, I think.”

He shrugs, “Maybe.”

You let it go.

There’s a rapid knocking at the door and you start in surprise. It must be Lester; you leave the twins to poke through the decorations some more and run for the door.

“Lester!” you greet him, pulling him into a hug while dodging the huge turkey he held by his side.

“Happy Christmas,” he smiles, “Well, almost.”

“Happy Christmas!” you gesture towards the turkey, “Thanks for bringing this!”

“No problem, got it cheap off a guy.” You don't question this.

“Come on in, the twins are in a mood with each other after a tree debacle, go and cheer them up, would you?”

“Annoy them more is more like it,” he shrugs, though he’s still smiling.

You do your best hostess impression and usher him in. He diverts into the kitchen to leave the turkey in the fridge, you’d cleared space for it especially but just looking at it you knew it was going to be a tight squeeze. At least you’d be taking it out later to start cooking.

When you go back to the family room, Bo and Vincent have made a start on decorating the tree. Vincent was trying to be careful, while Bo was half-heartedly draping some tinsel around the crooked green branches.

With the music still playing quietly in the background, someone must have turned it down while you were gone, you sway up behind Bo. “You’re doing a good job,” you say, trying to be encouraging.

He’d never admit it, but he liked the praise you gave him. Contrary to that, he muttered, “I ain’t a kid, I don’t need complimentin’ on every lil’ thing.”

“I know,” you shrug, arms circling his waist as you press your nose into the fleece he was wearing. His grandad fleece as you so often teased him.

Maybe you were just imagining it, but a soft air seemed to be spreading through the house, lulling you all into a content silence.

This was momentarily broken when Lester reappeared from the kitchen, a can of beer in his hand. “Merry Christmas!”

“It’s not Christmas yet,” Bo scolds, but the harsh tone of his voice is put on, and all of you know it. Bo just doesn’t like to admit when he’s having a good time.

Lester laughs him off anyway and starts root through the musty card board boxes, looking for anything that hadn’t already been claimed by the twins.

Things were going well. Surprisingly well, you might even say.

Bo seems relaxed enough in your arms, his own fingers working to string up one tinsel garland after another that you take a chance and let go of him, going over to the tape deck to turn the volume back up. The next song that comes on is terrible, a cheesy old Christmas song that played nonstop during every festive period of your childhood. It was also your favourite Christmas song.

You try not to squeal out loud, holding back only so much as to not start singing, but you sway happily to the tune, your hips swinging as you look around for the decorations that you’d put aside for yourself. Assured that everyone seemed content to get on with their own decorating, you hung your first baubles on the Sinclair Christmas tree.

It takes a few hours, all in all, to finish up. Between singing along with the Christmas music you were in full control of (you’re attempts to hold back going out of the window half way through your favourite song) and taking breaks to force Bo to dance with you, much to the amusements of his brothers, you managed to decorate the tree pretty well, and spruce up the rest of the family room into something festive enough for your liking. Standing back to admire your handy work, you clap happily.

“Great job, boys,” you jokingly praise them. A silly gesture, but they can’t help but feel just a little bit proud about actually doing something nice together for once, without it dissolving into bickering.

Bo has already left for the kitchen, coming back with an armful of beers. He passes them around before settling down on the couch. He takes the middle seat, with you on his left and Vince on his right. Lester, cracks his beer open, sitting down cross-legged on the floor with his back against the couch. He was the youngest, after all, and had long since resigned himself to the floor when all other seats were taken. He doesn’t mind anyway, he tells you, the first time you had noticed him taking a seat on the floor.

With all your decorating done, you sink contently into Bo’s side. He’s warm and solid and safe and you wonder how you ever felt at home without him. Without any of them.

Bo flicks the TV on and searches the channels until he settles on something. Something he is certain enough wont start an argument.

As the time passes, you see Vincent start to fall asleep at the other end of the couch, his head dropping to his chest now and then before he jolts awake again. You can tell that Bo has noticed too, his eyes darting over to Vincent every time he jolts.

Eventually Bo must start feeling for his twin and he nudges him with a soft elbow. “Vince, go to bed would you? You’re just gonna keep fallin’ asleep on me.”

Vincent looks up blearily, glaring at both at Bo and at you, who leant forward to see past Bo.

“I’m not even tired,” he insisted, though his hands were slow and he still made to get up, uncurling the leg he had tucked beneath him.

“Sure you ain’t,” Lester piped up, but he wasn’t in any position to talk. Even if he hadn’t fallen asleep yet, he was close to it. You could only imagine what time he’d been up that morning, working his last shift before getting Christmas day off.

Vincent stood and shook his can of beer to double check that it was empty before heading off to the kitchen on his way upstairs. He turned to sleepily sign, “Night.”

Lester doesn’t reply, he’s fallen asleep, even after his teasing.

“G’night,” you and Bo reply.

Then just signing, Bo adds briefly, “I love you.”

Vincent nods, repeating the gesture before going upstairs.

Lester leaves not too long after, stumbling just slightly when he stands up. You hold back a giggle. Bo doesn’t, laughing even as his arm shoots out to catch Lester if he really did fall. He pulls his arm back just as quickly when he knows Lester has righted himself.

For a while, you and Bo sit in silence, his arm around your shoulder, thumb rubbing circles on the flesh of your arm.

Slowly, like you don’t want to startle him, your hand drifts across his chest, fingers fiddling with the zipper on his fleece.

“You getting ideas?” he asks, his large hand, the one not squeezing at you, comes up to cover yours, detaching you from his zipper to lace his fingers through yours.

“Might be,” you smirk, you pull your knee up higher, draping it over Bo’s lap so you can lean into him more fully. You’re feeling restless. The wait on Christmas Eve, on the cusp of Christmas day was always excruciating. Much to your delight, when you glanced at the carriage clock on the mantlepiece, you saw it had just hit midnight. Midnight. Christmas day.

Your hand still twined with Bo’s calloused one, you gestured at the time. “Happy Christmas, Bo.”

His smirk mellowed into a more genuine smile, a soft one like he only gave in the early mornings or late nights. “Merry Christmas, angel.”

“Do you want your present now?” you ask coyly. Bo knows exactly what the look on your face means and he hates being teased.

“If it is what I think it is, then definitely,” the arm around your shoulders pulls back until his hand is brushing you’re the back of your neck. His grip tightens only slightly and he pulls you in for a kiss.

He starts slow, because everything around him feels slow. Your soft hand in his and your warm body pressing into him. He doesn’t know how he got things so good. Its all coming up roses for Bo Sinclair, you’re your hot lips on his and you’re practically climbing into his lap.

His hands follow your movements, falling to your hips as he slouches down in his seat, gripping you tightly as if you might be going somewhere.

Soon enough, you don’t want it so slow anymore, your hands leave his chest you fumble with the hem of your sweater.

Sure, he thought some lovin’ was his Christmas present, but every present needed a ribbon on top.

At first he doesn’t notice, so insistent he is to return his lips to yours, but when he feels up your waist, over your tits, he pulls back.

Beneath his hands, you’re covered in red lace.

His for-once soft features twisted beautifully into a smirk. He stretched his fingers out over your tits, both thumbs over your nipples as they hardened from the touch. Moving further down, he tugged at the waistband of your pjamas, snapping the elastic against your skin. You yelp; you would have been annoyed, scolded him even, if you weren't so insistent of him seeing what was underneath.

He pulled your pjamas down as far as he could with you still in his lap. Enough to see the red lace dip down between your legs.

“Lemme see you, darlin’” he patted your thighs, pushing his hips up to make you stand. Quickly you did as he wanted, stripping down to just the red bodysuit you had bought when you were last in town. Twenty dollars could go a long way when you needed it to. You point your toes, stretching up and posing for him. You almost get the giggles at how entranced he is with you, following the

“Oh angel, aren’t you just a perfect lil’ present…” he coos, reaching for your hand to pull you back to him, making you straddle his lap once more. “And all mine.” His lips dance over yours before dropping lower, teeth and tongue tracing your neck before latching onto skin, sucking. He was going to leave a hickey; you just knew it.

At that, you let out a whimper, he always knew exactly what to say – exactly what to do – to get you going.

“All yours,” you return, fingers gripping his fleece as you pulled him into another kiss. Hot and needy when you’d once been slow and savouring.

Before you can even think about it, he’s rolling you over, your back against the worn couch cushions and his weight pressing between your legs.

Keening into him, you moan again, his thigh firm as you try to grind into him.

He chuckles lowly, letting you writhe for a moment before sitting up, leaving you cold while he pulls his fleece over his head. Making yourself useful, you think, your hands go to his waistband, undoing the fly of his jeans and he shucks them off, as quick as he can without standing up.

He drops back down over you, fingers slipping beneath the lace to press against you. Your hips stutter and he slides through your wetness.

You don’t need to hold back, everyone else in the house is asleep, but you try to anyway. You kiss across his chest to give your mouth something else to do. Kisses turn into bites, which turn into your soothing tongue lapping at the bruises you leave behind.

“Bo, please,” you plead, “D-Don't you want your present?” You hope the question will provoke him enough to get down to it, to finally give you what you want.

He just chuckles again, “Is this my present, or yours?”

“Yours.” His thumb works your clit and you can barely give your answer before your breath catches in your throat.

“That’s what I thought.” But he removes his hand, leaving you empty, as he pulls down his underwear and lines up against you.

You can stop the sigh of relief that leaves you as he pushes in, sliding in like you were made for him, before you whimper, feeling the stretch as he lets you settle around him. Whilst he waits for you, his hands, long fingers and rough palms, drifts to your neck. A pressure, just slight, against your skin. Your breath hitches, whether from the feeling of his cock inside you or his hand on your throat, you can't tell anymore.

His hips twitch every time you clench around him, twitching until he builds up a rhythm. The thrusts start shallow and slow, building and building until he’s ponding you into the couch, his hand tightening around your neck, your legs tighter around his waist.

You never want this to end, Bo’s warm panting in your ear, his hands on you. Hands that can hurt but never do.

You don’t realise you're over the edge until your already there. It feels like falling and his hand release your throat as you gasp for air, hips shaking with want even though you’ve already got it. Already got everything you might ever want. You’ve got Bo.

He shudders when he comes, a low groan in your ear and suddenly, everything is still. He rests against your chest, palming the soft flesh absentmindedly.

“I think I won present giving this year, don't you?” you mumbled, combing a hand through his sweat-damp hair.

He shrugs, but you can see the smile tug at his lip, “Well, I was the one givin’ really, wasn’t I?”

You lean down enough to press a kiss to his temple, your thighs tightening around him, in an embrace this time.

You’d have to go up to bed soon, but for now you watch as the fairy lights twinkle on the tree and the house settles for the night with a happy family inside.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax 2005 #im sorry i wrote so much domestic sinclairs in a gift fic but that is my forte !!#who am i as a writer without domestic sinclairs ??#ahhh ri i hope you enjoy this !!#it was so much fun to write and you get the honour of my first bo sinclair smut fic !!#have a very merry holiday season #i love you all dear readers #tw smut #tw choking #its only mild i swear #plz lord dont let their be any typos in this because you know i cant edit for shit

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toomuchhobbies-toolittletime · 2 years ago

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Hey guys

Remember when marinette was almost akumatized cause everyone thought she actually cheated?

Well, what would happen if she did get akumatized but like in another scenario cause reasons

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They were in the classroom, and Lila was lying again

And this time she went too far

She went after Alya

It was already a terrible day for Marinette. A day filled with accidents and embarrassment and the only thing that brightened her day was Alya's attempts to cheer her up

But then Lila came with some stupid claim that Alya was cheating on Nino?!

And she dared to phrase it like she’s concerned about her dear friend Nino's sake?

Really, how can you blame Marinette for snapping

For letting go

For wanting to teach that liar that she’s not allowed to so much as look at her friends

And for a moment all she saw was white

A voice whispered in her ears

"Marinette Dupain-cheng, aren't you tired of these poisonous word that girl spouts wherever she goes? Don't you want to bring an end to her lies, if only to retrieve your friend's honour and preserve her reputation? I can give you the power to show the truth, and all I ask for in exchange are the ladybug and chat noire's miraculousses"

Marinette knew that she couldn't accept, but everyone was already asking questions and the look on Alya's face was all the motivation she needed

"I accept" Everyone looked shocked at Marinette, they've heard her voice so void as if she's lost the ability to feel, but soon the shock became fear as they saw familiar black mist engulf there dear friend

Before the mist could fully clear, Marinette jumped and pinned Lila to the door, keeping everyone from leaving or entering the room.

The first thing they saw were piercing red eyes that were staring into Lila's soul. Claws sharp as blades were clenched around her throat, keeping her from moving an inch.

She wore a suit and a mask that vaguely represented chat noire if not for thier snow white colour

"Li~la" she sing-song with a wicked smile sending shivers down her classmates' spines

"Dear, dear Lila, we can do this the easy way or the hard way," Marinette flicked her nose as her smile grew showing razor sharp teeth

"You can either tell us all the truth, or I can see what my new powers can do! You know, hawkmoth was very vague about what they could do, and, between you and me, I hope they're very painful"

Marinette's tail launched itself at adrien's wrist, making him get away from the window he was about to jump off

"Nuh-uh-uh, adrikens, cant let you summon chat noire or ladybug!"

"You’ve been awfully quiet, Lila. Does that mean you chose the hard way? Oh my, looks like we'll all see what my powers do!"

Marinette raised her hand and slowly put it on Lila's forehead, and to everyone’s horror, the finger sunk into her skull as if it was soft butter, and when it came out several white clouds followed.

"Now let's see all the memories that have anything to do with Alya" with a snap of her fingers, each cloud started showing all and any memories Lila had that contained Alya, and one by one the clouds disappeared as these memories came to an end, showing no signs of Alya cheating.

Only one cloud stayed, showing particular memory that seems to have happened in Lila's home

"Oooh, I don't see why you'd have any memories of Alya in your house, and this memory seems to have happened today! Shall we watch?" With a twirl of her hand, the cloud became big enough for everyone to see

"W-wait! I was just thinking th-that Alya's shirt would look nice on me!"

"Marinette, please let her go. I’m pretty sure everyone believes me by now"

"Marinette, this is not the right way to do it-"

"Silence!" Marinette turned for the first time towards her friends only to see them flinch, and oh did that hurt her, but she has a mission, and she'll be damned if she didn’t go through with it.

"C'mon Alya, you of all people know how important evidence is, and besides I've already set up the memory, so let's just hi~gher up the volume and watch this memory" with a snap of her fingers, the memory started playing

"-i feel like I’m becoming just a background character in the class. Time to trick these idiots with a lie, but I can't use Marinette this time, though it's so fun to mess with her. Hmm, maybe if I can't mess with her, I can mess with her best friend. Oooh that will rile her up, and maybe she'll give the class more reasons to dislike her without me needing to do anything! Oh my god today's gonna be fun!"

Marinette clenched her fist, and the cloud disappeared. She let go of Lila and fully faced her classmates

"And as you all saw, Lila was lying, and thus I've proven Alya innocent!" She smiled sweetly at her classmates, before a voice came that made her smile disappear

"Good job, such a wonderful act! It quite deeply moved me. Now dont forget my part of the deal, dear"

"Oh, yeah, did I forget to mention? The deal is off, Hawkmoth"

Everyone stayed quiet, unsure what they just heard.

"Wait, she can do that?-"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE DEAL IS OFF! I GAVE YOU YOUR POWE-"

"Geez, calm down, old man" Marinette moved to sit down at her desk as calmly as can be

"I don't really feel like getting my ass kicked, sooo the deal is off. Also like, come on, what can I do with these powers? Threaten to show there most embarrassing memories? Nah man, I'd rather not fight"

"If you want more powers to defeat them, then i shall-"

"No, no no no, you got it all wrong. I don't want to fight, like at all. So you either take back the akuma, or it stays right here wasted on the one person who refuses to fight the two superheroes who can kick ass"

Silence stretched for a moment, before hawkmoth started speaking again.

"Fine, as you wish, but remember that you brought this upon you"

"Yeah, yeah, just tak-" Marinette suddenly stiffened, as she felt something growing in her lungs.

She started coughing violently as deep, purple sludge fell out of her mouth, slowly engulfing her. Her coughs grew more violent making her fall off the desk.

"MARINETTE" several of her classmates ran to her, afraid that there friend got hurt.

As the last of whatever that sludge left her lungs, Marinette's coughs became weak, and soon it dissipated leaving Marinette on the floor looking pale, tired and in pain.

"Marinette! Are you okay??" Alya screamed as she pulled her best friend closer

"Fuuuuck never again"

"Hold on girl, I'm taking you to the nurse"

"B-but what about-" she reached towards the akuma that no one saw was flying away

"It's okay, Mari. I'll take care of it" tikki whispered before sneaking away after the akuma.

"What did you say?" Alya asked as she supported Marinette on her feet

Marinette looked at everyone in the room, and felt so guilty.

"I'm so sorry for scaring you all, and for hurting you, Adrien"

"No!-"

"Don't worry about it-"

"It didn't really hurt-"

"Happens to the best of us-"

"It happened to most of us-"

Marinette smiled weakly, but she insisted

"Thank you all, but I really am sorry. And Lila," She then turned to Lila, opened her but she hesitated, took a deep breathe, then looked Lila in the eyes

"I'm not sorry"

"Hey Marinette, how, how did you resist Hawkmoth"

"I'm not sure, tikki. I was aware of what's happening around me. I knew that I was being akumatized, and I just- I let happen! What if I couldn't resist! What I-"

"Marinette! It's okay-"

"NO, it's not! I could have lost you!"

"But you didn't, and all you wanted was to help your friend! That doesn't seem as bad as you make it sound. Now, lay on your bed and have some rest, and maybe we can talk to master Fu tomorrow. Maybe he knows how you were in control the whole time"

"...alright. Thank you, tikki. Goodnight"

"You're welcome, Marinette. Have sweet dreams"

"Hey, tikki? "

"Yes?"

"How did you neutralise the akuma?"

"Oh, I just ate it!"

...

"What"

#I have this hc that because Marinette knows how the miraculous works she's kinda immune to Hawkmoth's bs #like she isnt completely akumatized she can still think logicallybut shes just a tad bit unhinged #like in the chat blanc episode it felt like that for chat #marinette dupain cheng #marinette dupen chang #miraculous marinette #mlb marinette #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #ml tikki #mlb tikki #tikki #nino #alya cesaire #Hawkmoth

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