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one of the clever bits about making Voices of the Void an immersive sim is that it recontextualizes the usual immersive sim jank.
Since it already established itself as a spooky-but-kinda-goofy game, seeing your cleaning robot fling itself off the second floor balcony in the middle of the night makes perfect sense. it's either spooky or funny, depending on how serious you take it. it seems like something that might be programmed in on purpose!
Was it programmed in on purpose? Eh, if Skyrim did that we'd all be laughing at Todd Howard. And this game has way fewer programmers than Skyrim... I suspect that was just a glitch in the pathfinding, possibly caused by how the game moves the camera while you're sleeping.
But since this game already established that Weird Spooky Funny Shit will happen, it's fine. if it wasn't intentional, no on will ever guess it's a glitch.
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Hear me out babes (may I call you babes?)
Declan x reader who is Taggie's friend and has a secret daddy kink..it almost slips out while teasing so Declan makes sure it fully comes out later ;) and maybe some more of that "be the sweet thing we both know you are and take it like a good girl" type shit if ya feel like it? Love you and your writing so much!
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summary: you're mocking the way declan's daughter is always calling him daddy, but the teasing only has the two of you discovering something new about your preferences in the bedroom
content: nsfw, 18+, literally just porn with a sprinkle of plot, cursing, daddy kink, risky quickie, teasing, penetration, praise kink, him calling the reader good girl [duh], him calling reader babygirl [idk i blacked out], hair pulling, slightly degrading, kinda rough sex, pull out game strong on this one!
authorâs note: you can call me whatever you want when youâre dropping requests like this in my inbox, god damn! iâve had tons of taggieâs best friend x declan requests lately so i hope this can feed you allâ iâm looking directly at the anon who said âwhat if reader was taggieâs best friend and declan bent her over the closest platform and fucked her brains out.â [fucked her brains out had me on the floor]
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You were having dinner at the Oâharaâs for the second time this week. You'd like to say you helped taggie cook, but really you just watched her stride around the kitchen and handed her different ingredients as you talked her ear off. Now, after all her hard work and little boasts of encouragement from you, you were both sat at the kitchen table finishing dinner and laughing. Her father was sat across from you shaking his head at the cackling going on between you and Taggie. You were having a hard time keeping your composure with him only being a few feet away. It was hard to focus- hard to act normal when you knew youâd be sneaking into his room later.
It wasnât your fault Taggieâs dad was so hot, and it also wasnât your fault that you'd been hooking up with him.
You werenât proud of it- in fact you felt guilty for doing something as blatantly wrong as having sex with your best friends dad. But it was Declan. You'd had a massive crush on him since the first time you walked through Taggie's front door. Not to mention his wife recently left and he was walking around all sad and lonely, practically begging you to fuck him out of his sorrowful daze. It wasn't like you were some home wrecker, Declan was the one who had initiated it weeks ago. Pulling you aside after taggie had fallen asleep one night and practically ambushing you with dirty whispers and not so innocent touches. In retrospect you had been doing everything within your power to break him down; so it didn't come as a surprise when he finally gave in to temptation and took you against his bedroom door.
Regardless of who tempted who first, you were now in some kind of relationship. You weren't really sure what it was exactly, all you knew was that you couldn't keep your hands off each other which made things complicated seeing as though his daughter- your best friend- was always right there next to you.
Like right now, she was sitting next to you and chatting with her dad about something that happened earlier and you couldn't be bothered to pay attention. Instead, you were fixated on the man in front of you. Declan was leaned back in his chair, the top two buttons of his shirt undone and all you could do was stare at the exposed skin beneath it.
"You done?" His voice was breaking you out of your trance.
He was leaning forward and reaching for the empty plate in front of you. The grin on his lips told you he knew exactly what had you so zoned-out. In fact, he had probably unbuttoned his shirt on purpose just to tease you.
âItâs alright daddy, iâve got itâ Taggie was chiming in as she stood to her feet, stacking your plates on top of one another and carrying them across the room to the sink.
Daddy, a term of endearment for her father. The word sounded so sweet and innocent coming from her mouth. It was a name she called him frequently and each time she did, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to say it yourself. To use it as so many people often did, in the bedroom.
Now that Taggie was away from the table, you and declan were left sitting across from each other, just staring. An amused smile had taken over your face at Taggie's recently spoken words.
He raised an eyebrow mouthing âwhat?â in curiosity to the look on your face.
âNothing⊠daddyâ You were sing-songing almost silently underneath your breath, careful not to let taggie hear.
Declan's brows furrowed and his mouth fell open slightly as if he were about to respond when you abruptly stood from your seat and grabbed the remaining dishes off the table, striding over to join your best friend across the room.
Then, Declan was sitting alone, his mind reeling from hearing you call him that. A name exclusively reserved for his children. He never even thought about what it would sound like to hear it from your lips. But now, it took on an entirely different meaning, the way you said it with your eyes all wide and challenging. It was as if you needed him to put you in your place. declan was accustomed to being in control in the bedroom but that word, âdaddyâ had him craving the authority that hid beneath its meaning and your submission that came along with it. He needed to hear you say it again. Wanted to hear it as he railed into you from behind with your hair wrapped around his fist.
You were standing with Taggie at the sink and stealing the sponge out of her hand, demanding to do the dishes since she cooked. Then Declan was behind you muttering something about âYouâre our guest youâre not doing the dishesâ and ushering you both out of the way. This was followed by you retorting, âGuest? Iâm here practically every night.â determined to do the chore at hand.
After you and declan argued a bit more over who would do the washing up, taggie gave in, leaving you both to take care of the mess.
She was grabbing a tinfoil covered plate off the counter and waltzing out the front door before either of you could protest. She had promised Lizzie left over bread pudding and told the two of you she would be right back as she walked out the door to their neighbors house.
In taggieâs mind she just left her best friend and her dad to clean up the kitchen while she ran a quick errandâ harmless. But the reality of it was much less innocent. In fact, the second taggie was down the driveway declan was pawing at your waist.
âYou think itâs funny teasinâ me in front of Tag like that? youâre gonna get us both in trouble.â
You turned slightly so that you were facing each other.
âIâm not the one with my entire chest out.â you were accusing him, finding the third button from his collar and popping it open to match the two preceding it.
âWish you wereâ He was chiding playfully as he molded to your touch.
You let your hands explore his exposed chest, gliding over the smooth curls hiding underneath the undone material of his shirt.
âSay it again.â His eyes were burning into you as you traced his collarbones.
His voice was deep and gruff, skipping over the playful tone you had introduced moments before.
âSay wha-â Your brows were furrowed at his command, confused as to what he wanted you to repeat, and then it hit you.
âDaddy?â
You looked up at him with a devious sparkle in your eye. You were completely joking earlier, just mocking his daughter when you had said it the first time at the dinner table. Never in a million years did you think he would be into that sort of thing. Youâd had a lot of sex over the past few weeks, all of it hot and dirty and at times a bit kinky, but the word daddy had never once come up.
âOh you like that? You filthy old man.â You were giggling, every word fell from your lips in a joking tone, but the look in declan's eyes was far from playful.
You'd seen him wearing that expression before. In fact, the last time he had that unchecked feral look in his eyes, he had three fingers in you, telling you to "take it like a good girl." while your eyes were watering from pleasure.
"Bend over." His words were simply spoken and his eyes were blown wide as he peered down at you.
"Declan-" you were ready to tell him no, that you couldn't, that the risk of getting caught was far grater than the reward of a quick fuck against his kitchen sink.
"I wasn't askin'."
His rough hands slid to your hips, his strong hold on you forcing you to pivot until the front of your body was pushed against the kitchen counter.
"Declan, Taggie-" you were beginning to express your worry of getting caught when he interrupted you, his breath hot on your neck.
"Sheâll be gone for at least twenty minutes." He was roaming the expanse of your torso with his big hands, not leaving a single inch of your body untouched.
"We've got plenty of time." His whispers were in your ear as he stood behind you and the invitation of his warm embrace had you falling back into his touch.
"You gonna take it while I bend you over the counter sweetheart?"
This time his voice was taunting as he spoke against your neck. One of his hands was coming down to the hem of your dress, hiking it up to your waist in one quick movement.
"Yes"
You were giving in. You had to. Everything about his hands on your body and his words swimming in your brain made you willing to do anything he wantedâ a slave to his touch.
"Yes, what?" The teasing tone was back in his words as he coerced you into saying the one word he desperately needed to hear. His fingertips were pushing between your legs running over the embarrassingly damp material of your underwear.
"Yes daddy."
As soon as you said it, the gentle touch of his fingertips against your clothed core turned into a firm grip. His palm was flat on your cunt as he cupped your heat, and the friction of it had you biting back a squeal.
"There you go."
He was so satisfied by the feeling of having your body in his grasp- all bent over for him, that he let you have a little taste of your own satisfaction. He was hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down, replacing the lace material with the pads of his fingertips as they played in the mess of arousal gathering there.
"This all for me sweet girl?"
He was cooing in your ear, with his fingers painstakingly gliding over your opening.
You were whispering out a hushed, "yes" in hopes that he would finally fill you with something. You were desperate for relief and knew Taggie would be back soon.
"Whatâs that? Couldnât here ya."
He was enjoying himself, teasing as you were submitting to his every whim.
"Declan, we have to hurry." You were mumbling through a moan as your back arched, reminding the man behind you that you were meant to be racing against the clock of his daughter's inevitable return.
âWhat happened to my pretty little obedient girl huh? Not very nice to rush me.â As he spoke you felt his touch vanish from between your bodies.
A pitiful noise erupted from your mouth at the loss of his touch on you.
"Declan..." You meant for this name to come out as a stern warning but instead it was just another deplorable whine, and he still wasn't touching you. It was as if he were waiting for something. Waiting for you to be compliant with his need for dominance.
"Please daddy, I'll be good for you." You were mustering up the sweetest little voice you could manage and pushing your ass into his crotch.
"I promise." you were purring out a vow of compliance as you looked over your shoulder at Declan.
The second your eyes found his all filled with innocence, it was a wrap.
He was working at his pants in a frenzy, quick to get them off so he could line himself up with your center that was exposed and readyâ all for him.
Your gaze was once again fixed forward but you could feel Declan's length at your backside threatening to finally push into you.
You were getting ready to say somethingâ anythingâ when a surprised yelp escaped your lips.
He had plunged his cock all the way into you in one swift movement. The wetness already drowning your core was enough to let his member slip right in and slide deep inside, making you cry out in pleasure.
"Yeah? Gonna be good?" He was huffing out as his hands gripped onto your hips, hard.
"My good fuckin' girl." His voice was a groan as he pulled your hips back to meet his over and over again, his cock diving into you with each movement.
One of his hands was letting go of your hips and sliding up your body until you felt him intertwining his fingers in your hair and gently pulling at it as he buried himself deeper with each thrust. The slight yank of your hair causing a perverse moan to seep from your mouth.
Your lewd noise made Declan's pace quicken as he bottomed out with every thrust.
"You like it when daddy pulls your hair like that huh baby?"
He was relishing in the pleasure of your walls wrapped tightly around his cock and the power he had over you in this position. The surge of control was bringing out the most unholy parts of him, causing filthy words to fall from his tongue.
And with each word off his lips you could feel your walls clenching harder around him and your body tensing in anticipation.
"Fuck- are you gonna come already?" Declan could feel the way you were squeezing and squirming against him, he knew exactly how your body reacted to him when you were on the verge of release.
"That's pathetic baby."
His voice was jeering as he reached around your body and placed the smallest amount of pressure over your clit with the pad of his index finger. The careful touch was especially surprising to you given the way he was currently pounding into you from behind. Everything about the contrasting sensations had your abdomen burning with pleasure.
"Gonna give it to me sweetheart? Gonna be a good girl for me?" His voice was spilling out of him in the most sinful groan.
you were whining out a "yes daddy" as he continued driving into you, simultaneously pushing your hips back to meet each of his relentless thrusts.
it was all too much; his attentive strokes to your clit, his tight grip in your hair, his unyielding pace as he filled you with every inch of him. You could feel the tension building in your body ready to snap, and your legs threatened to give out underneath you.
Bracing yourself against the kitchen counter, you pressed your forearms against the cool surface.
"That's it babygirl." Declan's sinful chants were filling your ears as you allowed your release to wash over you. White hot pleasure shot through your entire body as you folded even further over the kitchen sink.
"There's my good girl."
His praise was a low murmur as he took in the way you were melting into him with relief. Your body gave into him completely as your grip around his cock tightened.
"Fuck look at you."
The astonishment in his voice made yet another pitiful whine slip past your lips. You were still trembling as he continued thrusting into you, his movements much slower than before.
"Came so fast. Ya needed me that bad babygirl?"
You couldn't bring yourself to speak, instead you just nodded your head pathetically as you remained slumped against the countertop.
"So fuckin' tight sweetheart." He was marveling at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him like a warm perverted hug.
He was picking the pace of his thrusts back up, unable to keep himself from giving in to how good it felt to have you bent over for him with your mind all dazed and your cunt pulsing.
With one hand pulling at your hair and the other grabbing at your waist, Declan was practically slamming himself into you, the breathy groans leaving his throat made your head spin.
"Feels so good daddy." You were mewling out a statement of flattery for the man currently ruining you, hoping your words held the same power of his.
Judging by the way his thrusts ceased and the fact that he was pulling out of you in mere seconds, your use of his new favorite nickname must've pushed him right over the edge.
He was using the hand at your waist to gather your dress higher on your body, ensuring that his eventual mess wouldn't ruin the material.
Thick, hot strands of come came pulsing out of him, covering his own fist and the exposed skin of your lower back. He fought to keep his eyes open as his orgasm pushed through him, watching the way his load spilled over your body.
You were both regulating your nervous systems and sharing a few smitten chuckles as Declan grabbed a nearby dishtowel to wipe away the evidence of your shared debauchery.
After a few minutes of normality and washing dishes, you watched through the kitchen window as Taggie made her way back up the driveway.
You and Declan shared one last brazen smile before going back to being nothing more than acquaintances.
"I'm back!" Taggie's voice filled the Priory like a song as she came bounding in the front door.
She entered the kitchen with a smile on her face as she took in the cleanliness of her surroundings, somehow you and Declan had managed to finish washing up after he fucked you over the kitchen counter.
"Look at that! My heroes." Taggie was exclaiming as she pulled you both into a loose embrace, you on her left and Declan on her right.
She proceeded to grab you by the forearm pulling you away from her father and toward the doorway of the kitchen; taking you back for herself so the two of you could go gossip and listen to music in her room.
"Oh daddy, Lizzie says hi by the way!" She was speaking to her father right as you were about to exit the room, and you couldn't help the smirk that found its way to your lips.
Declan's eyes found yours at the sound of the word and both of you were fighting back a laugh as Taggie hauled you to the stairs.
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#oh boy look away#it's daddy declan! he has arrived!#declan oâhara#declan oâhara smut#declan o'hara x reader
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IM JUST HELPING OUT- drabble
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pairing: bsf!jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader
synopsis: jj notices something when both of you were walking down the stairs, so he assumes he can do it too.
a/n- idk guys, its kinda- 'uhm?', but i thought of it and ran to my computer. set in season 1.
warnings: boob touching, jj being a dumbass perv, boobs.
it happened a lot. JJ would walk down the steps of the dock, public places and all with you, alot. and whenever he looked over, he saw you- cupping your boobs to prevent them from painfully bouncing- i mean, come on, its an instinct but it does things to jj.
the sun was reflecting off of your skin, the tanned and oily skin- from sunscreen, was practically glowing, and jj couldn't keep his damn eyes off of you. you were like a goddess in his eyes, and he enjoyed every single second of it.
" jj, eyes on the job." mr.heyward spoke from the dock. jj was helping out with the catering at the heywards- pope asked him too. he was supposed to be carrying plastic bags full of food up and down stairs, you were asked to do it too and you kindly accepted, you never ever disrespected adults unless they really deserved it. everyone knew that.
" jj come on, we got stair duty." you spoke, jj grabbed your hand and helped you down from the edge of the boat, like always. " alright, well- i'll carry the bags, you put the stuff away and you can..." he trailed off, realizing he had to watch you walk the stairs- watching your boo- " yeah, come on, we gotta bring the bags up" you said, walking beside his still figure before he mentally shook his head and walked with you towards the old, wooden stairs.
jj and pope are the ONLY people that knew jj had a massive ass crush on you and has had one since the 5th grade when you both met, but over the years you've grown- puberty hit hard and he swore you formed into some sort of greek goddess- like said, earlier.
" so, whats goin' on with you today, j, your like- spacing out each fuckin' second" you said, turning the corner to walk up the stairs, jj tried, he tried not to look at your boobs, but it wasn't working- he wasn't being very subtle either, and it was not on purpose, though you didn't notice, your eyes were focused ahead instead.
" i'm fine..just didn't get enough sleep last night. " he said, his voice almost hoarse, which you side eyed him for. "seems like you didn't drink much water either, dude" that wasn't the reason. he knows its not. its because hes losing his stupid mind over his best friends boobs.
you left the conversation behind and walked up the stairs, on the 3rd step- instincts kicked in and your pushed your ringed fingers up to cup your clothes boobs. 'oh my god. she's doing it, i think i'm going to pass out- lord' jj thought but quickly looked away. jj's boots clicked with the floor, the back of your flip flop hit your heel as you both stepped onto the top of the staircase.
" alright, ill carry the bags back, j" you say, crossing your tan arms in front of your chest, as you both walked towards the destination of where heyward asked to drop off the groceries. jj nodded, clearing his throat- he just doesn't want his voice to be shaky next time he speaks.
jj placed the groceries onto the counter and you walked over to the small, mustard yellow crates. you bent over , jj turned around just as you did and he swallowed hardly. " a-alright, you ready", you picked up the 2 gray plastic grocery bags filled with food, nodding " yep, m'ready"
after both of you walked out towards those damn stairs again, he stood even closer. he had an idea. if you were carrying the bags, your hands would be occupied right?..she cant do her little trick, so, i am. he thought to himself, smiling as well. when you took the first step, he followed. second step. he twitched his finger. he had to do it- right? she'll appreciate..my help, yeah. help.
the third step, your face cringed at the slight pain, but you knew you had to deal with it, you had food in your hands. he cleared his throat and then reached his hand up and placed the palm of his hand in the middle of your chest, his fingers gently pushing into your boob.
" jj!' stop it.." your face flushed with confusion and embarrassment. he held back a bark of laughter, raising his hands in surrender as you both stood on the 5th step. "hey- your hands are full, gotta help my girl" he was honestly amused, he thought you'd appreciate it but your face was full blown red. you continued staring at him with the ' im gonna kill you ' look.
" im just helpin' out"
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hey so do you think wtv keiko had to deal with growing up with yusuke could be considered a type of parentification
#god chapters where barely anything happens except a character's realization about things can be hard ...#im writing another keiko pov chapter and it's hard because well!!#keiko was never really a main focus in the series and as time goes on she gets even less of a focus so i have to fill in these spots#in her personality and views that aren't really explored. im taking a lot of liberties lets say#and idek if it's gonna read as in character cos of that#anyway im tryna say that like. pre series keiko was basically this presence in yusuke's life and he saw her as a pain but he cared#she was there to scold him and cajole him into going to his classes and she was his only friend#now we know atsuko was negligent and idk how involved the yukimuras were in his life but i feel like keiko#whether directly or indirectly was given this duty like you have to keep him outta trouble#you're smart you're mature he needs someone like you. this responsibility just kind of put on her before she can understand the weight of i#and she can't really comprehend that weight until it's abruptly taken from her. yusuke dies and there's no one to shepherd#i feel like keiko should get to be mad about this. this realization of the nature of their dynamic. keiko planning things around yusuke#who's never done that in his life. not because he's purposely being thoughtless but bc he was never the one to have to plan#to think about what their future looks like. he just kinda drifted along and keiko tried to do damage control. it wasn't fair#yusuke is keeping secrets from her she is scared of high school and that he'll die again without her knowing why and it's unfair#so she should get to be mad also because girls getting to be mad is one of my favorite things đđŒ#the realization that yusuke won't be lost without her so she shouldn't hinge her life on the expectation that he will be#she worries about yusuke a lot i think. especially after he comes back from the dead. and i think kuwa's presence would help ease that#dread in her heart. it doesn't have to be just me. there's someone who can be there with him always and it doesn't have to be me#the guilty relief of not having to be the sacrifice. but kuwa doesn't mind so maybe it's okay this way#idk just rambles about my fic while i puzzle out how to word it#character analysis#yukimura keiko#yu yu hakusho
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I've done a lot of bad things in my rogue trader playthrough, but possibly my worst crime is accidentally bringing Cassia to Commorragh. absolutely irredeemable mistake on my part đ
#rogue trader#cassia orsellio#it wasn't even technically an accident i knew what was going to happen#i just. she'd been in my party for so long i kinda forgot i could take her out of it#she deserves BETTER#and. also. im probably going to do it again on purpose#because my grimdark file might be romancing her...#cassia sweetie im sorry you deserve so much better#OH oh man actually im so excited to finish my first playthrough and go back so i can introduce y'all to my other RT#they're a weird little freak and i love them deeply
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sorry i can't take this chapter seriously the flying head took me out whekshej
#yuutas domain name also#i know it fits his character but omg let's tone it down on clichĂ© and predictability a little please đ#i didn't wake up at 5 am for this#i mean i was right about kenny's will but whatever it kinda fell flat#the thing about this being a jjk 0 inverse was right with yuuta defeating kenny and the cursed spirits attack which makes me think about my#rika theory may also be on the right track#but also we just know that having an exposed plan means it won't go this way#this is like who's more op yuuta or sukuna and it's boring and they both need a power down which i really think will come#and seeing sukuna look down on yuuji still only mentioning the soul punch not having the blood manipulation mentioned even though it was#hinted to be yuuji's... he's definitely gonna have a bigger role than just the last punch he has to#there's also the whole megumi thing#sukuna doesn't know yuuta and yuuji's goal was to save megumi to which yuuji conjured a plan#what was defined as yuuta and yuuji's plan doesn't means it is in fact their plan (or just their plan)#the two mcs against sukuna and power of love being the theme makes sense thematically but on god this was lame#anyways hoping for sukuna to take rika đ€ rika having a second death/dispersal would also be very jjk 0 it just makes sense idk how#but make it happen or i will bite someone đ#also i didn't comment but geto's body releasing the spirits makes no sense to me unless kenny wanted to emulate geto's attack to the school#and collected spirits for this purpose only but when did he even do that man#again... the stupid head flying was so fucking dumb idk what i imagined but it wasn't that#whatever gege i am gonna wait for next week and hope something interesting actually happens bye#sorry for being a hater but this chapter felt like a bunch of nothing thrown at our face even though the fight wouldn't really have#results in one chapter being who they are it still felt disappointing that just nothing interesting happened after such a long break too#and again.... WHERE THE HELL IS MAKI#there's also that part!!!! neither us or sukuna know what she's up to#maki save us save us maki#jjk leaks#still thinking about kenny's head she was an airplane...... đ what kind of cartoon reality was that#absurdism and surrealism in jjk as a theme but also what if something is just incredibly stupid đ
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omg wtf . sorry that ur art got stolen :-[ . probably reach out to them and ask them to take it down and if they dont then probably spread awareness . gl
yeah i reached out a couple days ago, did again today. hopefully they take it down so i don't have to make trouble... at least i can be happy that they liked my art enough to want to steal it haha :'D but thank you!!
#melonposting#ask#anon#normally i wouldn't make a fuss about this but it just feels kinda strange for someone to repost my art within the art community i inhabit#y'know?#like that one silly bfdi character theme song video that stole my art? yeah i didn't really mind that that much#because it's not as if people making those kinds of videos are trying to claim the art they use as their own anyway#and it was on youtube and i don't really post art there much. so that wasn't really my space anyway#(also it was pretty funny. the video used like a photo of a computer screen with my art on it)#but this? it just rubs me the wrong way a little bit :[#i'm kind of hesitant to do much about it though...#because there was this incident on scratch where someone stole and reposted my friend's art#and when this person took the stolen art down i thanked them for doing so#but the person was able to misconstrue that for the purposes of reporting me and having me temporarily suspended?#it wasn't very fun :(#i doubt the same thing will happen here but y'know. i'd like to be cautious!!!#hopefully this gets resolved quickly :'D
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i accidentally got my dad addicted balders gate 3.
oops, i guess
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àż àż rivals... in love? â extended cut !
this is pure hysterics, i'm sorry but i can't resist! tysm for the brainrot amy!! @seonghrtz đ«¶đ» mwah mwah !!
a part of gojo's love entries
âyou see⊠if you kiss me, i'll definitely show you just how great my lips actually are.â
youâd expect this sort of nonsense from gojo satoru, yet it was geto suguru who was standing in front of you with such genial smile that you were at a loss.
you dumbly blinked. âhuh?â
âsatoru said i taste like a cursed spirit, yeah?â suguru didn't seem offended, at least from how he was wording it and that eye smile. âthat's a really foul accusation. iâm here to clarifyââ
you widened your eyes, almost cringing. âno, no! you donât have toââ
âSUGURU! YOU SWINE!â
a resounding bang. you whipped your head towards the door in total panic, which was... fortunately still tightly shut. satoru, who had openly declared that he was into you in the previous chapter, was hurling profanities towards his best friend, pounding against the door, visibly vexed.
âyou⊠locked the door?â you questioned suguru in disbelief, and he merely shrugged.
âfor safety purposes, yeah.â
well, if you look at satoru now... he did look like a super angry cat who was ready to pounce on suguru and claw him to shreds.
âhe could've blasted it.â you glanced apprehensively toward the door, catching his eyes, and in an instant, satoru's scowl turned into the most hopeful expression of a wagging puppyâhoping for you to saunter towards him instead and desert his friend altogether.
suguru chuckled. âhe can, yes, but he'll be facing yaga afterwards.â
and you. there was no way he'd scare you off by blasting a âredâ on a doorframe. you were clueless, but suguru knew just how soft satoru could make himself to be if it was for you.
you sighed. all you wanted was to go back to your dorms following an exhausting mission. you truly had little energy to entertain this.
meanwhile, outside, satoru was this close to kick the door off its hinges. he was having about thirty different heart attacks by witnessing how close suguru was to your vicinity. his chance was quite literally slipping by each second.
and when in his attempt to hear what the two of you were sayingâ
âlet us just kiss then, to see what itâs likeââ
âgeto-san, what theâ!â
and in that moment, he really saw green and really used a bit more force, tearing the knobâ bang!
âdon't you dare to get close to my girl, you slimy bangs!â
kapow! pow!
what was even happening? one second, suguru was almost leaning in for that kiss, and the next, satoru popped out of nowhere, tackling him to the ground. and you stood there, utterly bewildered, caught between the whirlwind of their catfight.
your first crush, whom you thought was sensible, and the most obnoxious boy who was whipped for you like a fool...
losers, you absentmindedly thought to yourself. both of them. losersâŠ
âsatoru, you're incorrigible!â
âthe audacity! you know very well i like her and yetâ!â
and yet, a small smile tugged at your lips when you saw how red-faced satoru was. he was genuinely upset to see you with suguru, and that sparked a sense of achievement within you.
âlet's see if you will be able to make him say it...â
while you pondered, almost giddy, you were undoubtedly sure about two things at that moment: one, maybe gojo satoru wasn't that bad, he was kinda cute even, and you might consider him... and twoâ
shoko lost the bet, and you won.
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What's a fanfiction?
"You wrote it, I think it's only right you get to experience it, babydoll"
Pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: By mistake, you send Joel, your neighbor, your dadâs best friend, a fanfic you wrote, and when you go to his house to talk to him about it, your worst fear comes to life⊠and then your biggest dream.
Warnings: age-gap, he blackmails you (but youre very much into it) smut| oral sex (m receiving), facefucking, 1 lil threat of anal, p in v sex, creampie, sir kink, small little breeding kink moment, so much degradation, and a lil bit of praising.
a/n: i am aware this is not written very well, but i was thinking too much and then i remembered that at the end of the day i do this for fun and its not that serious, so please overlook all the shitty parts. love ya very much<3
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Read.
Read-
He read it. He fucking read it and you're gonna jump off a cliff and die.
You swore- you fucking swore you sent it to Miley yesterday night. Right before you went to sleep, you finished writing it and sent to her- except obviously, that wasn't what had fucking happened.
You'd sent it to him
And now you needed to find a fucking solution.
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God even knocking felt like torture,
"oh hi y/n" Sarah's smile was nothing like her dad's, it was all kindness and sweetness, while Joel's... well Joel's always had something strange lurking behind his.
"Hi Sarah" you forced your lips to mimic hers, although the nerves were making it difficult "Is your dad home? I kinda need to talk to him"
"mh-mh" she nodded, gesturing for you to come in "he's in his study upstairs"
You stepped into the house just as she crouched down to pick up a gym bag
"You know where that is right?" she asked "I'm late for practice, I gotta go"
You felt your heart drop as her words sank in.
She was going out- she would be leaving you alone with him, in his house, in his study-
But then again, considering what it was you were here to talk about, maybe it was for the best.
"Yeah, don't worry" you forced another smile
"great" she beamed "see you later then"
And just like that, she was out of the house, and you were sole in the middle of your neighbor's entrance.
__ __ __
Again, another knock that felt very much like a punch to the gut
"come in"
His voice was warm and strong like it always was, that same voice that made your panties dampen just at the thought of it.
"H-hey Mr. Miller" you swallowed thickly, pushing open the door as if an army of zombies waited on the other side
"Darlin'" he nodded at you from behind his wooden desk, a hint of a grin shadowing his lips
Darlin'
Darlin'
God this fucking man
"h-hey" you said again, cursing internally while you tried remembering why you were even there.
Oh, right. Just about the most awkward thing ever.
A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, making the hair at the nape of your neck stand.
"Whatcha doing here, doll?"
You felt heat rush to your cheeks, and then you felt your eyes fall to the floor as your hands fiddled with the edge of your skirt.
The skirt you purposely wore to come here- for him-
god what a stupid fucking-
"Thatta real pretty skirt you got on"
Your eyes snapped up to him, but he took his time glancing away from your legs.
"Oh- I- thank you" you murmured
"Jus' call 'em like I see 'em, darlin'" he shrugged, leaning back into his chair "Now's that all you came here for? To show me your new pretty skirt?"
"n-no" you rushed in to say, perhaps too quickly to be fully believable "I came here because I- uhm" You bit your bottom lip, the nervous fiddling starting back up again
"I ain't gonna bite babydoll"
Fuck- at this rate your panties would start melting.
"last night-" you gulped "I kinda- I... well I sent you something by mistake"
"ah" he hummed, raising his brows as he clicked on something on the laptop next to him "I gotta say, issa real... interesting story this one"
No-
NO
Fuck my life and everything ever in the existence of the universe fuckfuckfuck-
"who's..." he trailed off, reading off his screen "Javier?"
Your lungs had turned to stone and your mind to dust.
This couldn't be really happening, no, I mean, even if he'd read it for some reason he surely wouldn't be... taunting you for it.
"Mr. Miller-"
"real lucky guy" he said, his lips twitching into a soft smirk as he looked at you curiously "You brought him home to meet your daddy yet?"
"n-no" you stuttered, your mind a big ashamed mess and your whole body frozen like a statue "n-no he's not... real"
You watched his brows come together in confusion.
"what's that mean he ain't real?"
A shaky sigh fled your lips as you surrendered to your fate
"He's a character... f-from a tv show"
He remained silent, and as comfortable with silence as you were it was a different kind of story when Joel Miller was staring at you... so you talked again.
"T-that's a fanfiction, I- I write them sometimes, it's... fun"
His eyes searched yours for answers, faint amusement sparking in the back of his irises.
"what's a fanfiction, doll?"
Death wasn't such a scary thing after all- yeah it sure as hell was a better alternative to this.
"It's a... made-up story, that people- that I- sometimes write about fictional characters I like- a-and then I post it for p-people to read"
"And this Javier..."
"Narcos" you blurted out "H-he's from the show Narcos, he's not real"
His mouth twitched into a subtle smile, his eyes raking all over your body as if he was checking to see if it was really you in front of him
"I've seen that show" he said, his brow raising "Ain't he a bit old for you, babydoll?"
"Y-yes well- I-I-"
But you had no excuse for that, you could never tell him the truth, about how much you liked older men... about all the celebrity crushes double your age- so you just bit your lip, looking down at the floor.
The noise of his chair creaking as he got up made your heart skip a beat, but it stopped completely only when you heard him step closer to you... until he was right before you.
The only thing you could see were the socks covering his feet, and part of his black jeans- you didn't have it in you to actually look at him, to see him laughing at you, but you had no other choice when two of his fingers pulled your chin up.
"so you sit in your room, imagining this old man doin' all this stuff to you, and then you write it down?" he spoke, his beautiful mouth so very close to you "And here I was thinkin' you were a good little girl"
Your breath caught in your throat at those words, and he... yeah he definitely noticed.
"Please don't tell my dad"
"well I don't know" he moved some hair from your face, "I think this is somethin' your daddy ought to know"
a well of fear dipped into your belly, your eyes widening
"n-no please" you begged "Please Mr. Miller don't, I'll do anything- anything at all"
"oh sweetie" he cooed, "that ain't somethin' you can tell a man, especially not after he's read all the dirty things you fantasize about in your pretty little head"
"Mr Miller-" you bit your lip
"Mr Miller?" he repeated, looking down at you like you were the smallest little creature in the world "That ain't what you were calling Javi now, was it?"
A small, almost imperceptible gasp left your mouth.
He couldn't be saying... no right?- except...
"Joel-"
"that ain't it either" he shook his head, his thumb tracing the shape of your lower lip "you know what it is babygirl"
Either you were gonna make a fool of yourself, or this really was what he wanted.
"S-sir"
The slightest, most feline smirk pulled at his lips in satisfaction "thatta girl" he murmured "you don't want your dad to know what a dirty lil' girl his daughter really is?"
His breath was fanning on your mouth, and his touch was making your legs turn to jelly.
"n-no" you shook your head almost imperceptibly
"no?" he asked again, just to see you squirm, just to savor this moment for a little bit more.
"no sir"
He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down his throat, his eyes looking into yours, memorizing every inch of your face, of the anxiety, the ardor, the plead in your expression.
"then get on your knees"
Your eyes widened in shock, the air going up your throat suddenly getting stuck
"w-wha-"
"what?" he asked, not even sounding like himself anymore. His tone was sweet, calm even, but something almost dire lurked underneath his words.
"you seemed eager to do it when Javi asked" he tilted his head, his fingers still holding your chin.
If you didn't know better you would have guessed it was jealousy that traced his tone whenever he spoke the name of your fantasies's protagonist... little did he know the main reason why you even liked Javier was his resemblance to him- to Joel.
"Mr- sir" you stuttered "I-"
"I don't like to repeat myself y/n" he spoke sternly, his eyes boring into yours "Do you want your daddy to know or not?"
You didn't need to answer, you only held his stare as he let your face go, and you slowly, unsurely, and awkwardly got to your knees.
"wasn't so hard now was it?" he asked, his eyes dark enough to fade into the night sky "what are you waiting for?"
"I-"
"You need instructions babydoll?" he chuckled "'cause I ain't gonna give 'em to ya" he said while your heart pounded in your chest "I know you know how to do it" he smirked "Described it so well in your little fanfiction"
"b-but I-" you tried to take a deep breath but doing anything while he towered over you, while his crotch was right in your line of sight was proving to be very very difficult "I've only ever done this once" you gulped, trying to keep eye contact
"yeah?" he smiled, his hand going to the top of your head, gently patting it...that really shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did. "then how come you knew exactly what to do with Javi? don't tell me you just guessed"
He either didn't believe you, or was really not expecting that. But it was the truth- you'd only ever done anything once... and it's not like it had even felt that great.
"Well, I- I do research... and I- I read a lot"
If you thought he looked predatorial before... you had no idea how bad it could really get.
"research huh?" he mocked, his voice as deep as it could get "Oh baby you're digging yourself a hole here" he tsked, shaking his head while looking almost disappointed "I really think your daddy ought to know about all the research his lil' girl's doing under his roof"
"No!" you begged, your bottom lip trembling.
"No?" he asked, tracing it with his thumb "Then I suggest you make it good, babygirl"
And that was that.
Your trembling hands undid his belt, then lowered his zipper, and finally pulled his pants down until they pooled at his feet.
Fuck
He was huge- even with the boxers still on it was very clear the man was just massive-
"I don't like to be teased y/n"
"s-sorry sir" you responded automatically, noticing his cock twitch within the confines of the fabric in appreciation of your obedience.
You had to do it slowly, you had to pull his boxers down slowly so you could have time to calm down, to not panic in front of the huge cock that was gonna be right in front of you at any moment-
And yet it didn't work- a soft gasp fled your mouth as you freed his manhood.
He only chuckled, watching the fear in your eyes, and quite frankly, very much enjoying it.
"I'll tell ya if you're doing it wrong" he simply spoke, his hand going to the back of your head to guide you closer to where he wanted you.
He was getting impatient. And you didn't want to disappoint him.
Yes, he was blackmailing you, but you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been dreaming of this for years.
You looked like a frightened kid as you wrapped your right hand around him, and you looked even more out of place as you opened your mouth and started fitting his length inside of it.
A weak grunt rumbled from his chest "Hollow your cheeks" he ordered, having you obey in a heartbeat.
"fuck that's good" he groaned now, watching you intently as you started bobbing your head, trying to fit more of him into your mouth "Good little slut"
You didn't know a moan was gonna flee your mouth until it had- until your whole face felt hot and you waited terrified for Joel's reaction.
Exect he was smiling- no- grinning like you'd just given him the best gift he'd ever received.
"Oh, you're really something else ain't ya, darlin'?"
"mhp" Your muffled noises were all the more entertaining to him, especially paired up with the sight of your thighs rubbing together.
You were so fucking wet you feared at any moment you would start dripping onto the floor.
"so needy" he murmured, his hand now gathering your hair in a makeshift bun "You wanna touch yourself, baby girl? wanna feel good while you make me feel good?"
"mh-mh" you tried to nod, to beg, to say yes please for the love of god let me.
"that's too bad" he tutted, sounding like he was holding back a laugh "Javi didn't let you do that now, did he?" he smirked "You wrote it, I think it's only right you get to experience it, babydoll"
But before you had time to ask yourself if he meant all of it, he'd spoken again.
"that all you can take?" he asked, watching the first half of his cock in your mouth with amusement "Here- how 'bout I help you out darlin'" he smirked, his hips retracting just to thrust into your mouth-
It wasn't a hard jab, but still you choked, and then you choked some more as he did it again, watching you fit more of him into your mouth as saliva drooled to your chin and your eyes watered.
You could feel the texture of every inch of his dick with your tongue, the feel of his veins, and the taste of his precum were all you were aware of.
"like that- see, jus' needed a lil' help" he groaned "Even a slut like you needs it sometimes"
His pace had quickened, and tears were now streaming down your face.
"shh" he shushed you once you choked yet another time "I know it's big baby" he cooed, his thrust much less gentle than his words, although that was all an act too "I know, I know... but you're gonna have to be a good whore for me and take it aaall into that slutty little throat, ok?" he murmured "just try to breathe through your nose"
What did he mean try?
What if you tried and failed?
But you weren't actually worried- you had never thought being horny could actually be painful, and yet, there you were, literally so wet and turned on it hurt.
You couldn't even see him anymore through all the tears covering your eyes, and you didn't even realize you were actively choking and making a complete mess of yourself, all you could feel was his big fat cock, and dream about how it would feel inside of you.
"God fuckin-" He groaned like an animal as he finally bottomed out, his dick making a permanent dent into your throat at this point "Jesus Christ"
He stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, watching you struggle, and then, just like that, he was out- and you could breathe again.
He didn't even give you time to catch your breath, to finish coughing like a maniac that he'd already given you another order.
"get up," he said "take off your clothes"
He really did want to recreate the fic- you were- you were about to have sex with Joel Miller, THE Joel Miller, your neighbor and dad's best friend Joel Miller.
oh fuck
"What did I say about repeating myself?"
You scrambled to your feet, pulling your shirt off at the same time.
You heard him snort but didn't pay it any mind as you took your bra and skirt off as quickly as you could.
You really were desperate.
But when it came to your panties you slowed, everything suddenly feeling very real.
"what are you waiting for?"
"s-sorry sir" you mumbled, finally dropping them at your feet.
A soft groaned fuck climbed up his throat as he examined every inch of your body.
You would be covering yourself, feeling a little self-conscious, if it wasn't for the fact that his gaze had turned you to stone.
"pick your panties up" he said as if getting out of a trance.
You frowned, confused, but obeyed nonetheless.
Maybe he didn't like the mess...
"Put 'em in the first drawer," he said, nodding back to his desk.
Oh
He followed your every move as you walked past him, but it was only when you were at his desk, that he started stalking towards you.
He was right beside you now, and somewhere along the way he'd lost his shirt, because your back was now pressed against his chest, and your ass was right against something else.
"I'm keepin' those" he murmured, his deep voice right next to your ear, his hands going to grip your waist.
You dropped the panties where he asked and nodded, turning to him, finding his face, his mouth, but an inch from your own.
"Yes sir"
His cock twitched again right against your backside as his mouth ghosted yours.
"Bend over"
You swallowed thickly, doing as he said.
You shivered feeling the table's cold wood meet your skin, but you got hot all over again once you felt Joel's words.
"Spread your legs"
You did.
"What an obedient slut I've turned you into" he grinned, proud of himself
"Where do you want it?"
You felt his cock slide between your cheeks, making you whimper and arch your back.
"here?" he slid it in between your legs, connecting with your clit.
You moaned as you shook your head no
"here?" he asked again, this time his dick prodding at your asshole.
You gasped as you mumbled "N-no sir- please"
"You want in your throat again babydoll, 's that it?" he teased you, his tip still leaving smears of his precum on your hole
"mh-mh" you shook your head no again "Please"
"no?" he snickered, "Then where?"
"Here?" he asked, the tip of his dick finally getting exactly where you wanted him "in your slutty lil' pussy?"
"yes- p-please sir- I-"
"say it" he taunted you, almost slipping in.
"I- I need it"
"what do you need?"
"Y-Your cock sir" you begged
"Where do you need my cock?"
"I-I need it in my pussy" you cried- he was so close if he would just- "I need your cock in my pussy sir, please I- I'm begging you-"
"good little slut"
He pushed in with one singular, hard thrust, making you cry out so loud the whole neighborhood probably heard.
He was so big it kind of burned at first, but as he thrust in again and you heard him groan in pleasure, there was no going back- you were in complete bliss... and your brain had turned to mush.
You were moaning- loudly.
"fuck-" he grunted "you're such a whore darlin'"
The sound of how wet you were as he plunged into your heat was filthy.
"Y'know- I usually give women an orgasm before I fuck 'em," he said as his balls slapped rhythmically against your skin "but you're just a whore- and whores don't deserve to be treated with respect, do ya?" Your back arched, feeding him more of yourself as your walls squeezed around him "Nah, you deserve to be used. Used like the little sluts that you are" he kept grunting, not paying any mind to how loud you were being, or how the desk had started to slip because of how hard his thrusts were "And it ain't like you need it, is it darlin'?" he chuckled, suddenly pulling you up, his right arm around your torso keeping you pinned against him "you're makin' a mess" he murmured into your ear, shivers running up your spine "and besides, this' how you wanted it- wrote it jus' like this in your lil' story didn't ya, ya little slut?"
He bit your earlobe just as his dick hit your cervix, making your brain short-circuit.
It was all so hot- so fucking hot.
"I can't imagine what your daddy would say" his mouth was on your neck now, but his pace was the same as ever, as hard and unapologetic as it could get "knowing what nasty things his little girl likes to think- to write" he chuckled "bet the poor guy would have the fuckin' big one if he knew"
"if he knew how you like to be fucked by men 30 years older than you" he groaned, feeling you squeeze him as you whimpered his name incoherently "if he knew how tight you get when I tell you how much of a slut you are"
Your eyes were rolled back, and your head had dropped against his chest
"please"
"If he knew how good you fuckin' take my cock" he murmured right against your mouth, your legs trembling "How desperate you are for it"
He was going even faster, and he was now supporting your whole body because your legs weren't working anymore.
"If he knew what a fuckin' whore he raised" he grunted, plunging his cock as deep as it could go, molding your body to him "how she's my whore now"
And that was it- that was it.
You felt actual tears stream down your cheeks as bliss took over your body- as you cried and moaned and trembled until you were done, until you'd finally recovered.
"I'm gonna come inside babygirl" It wasn't a question, it was an order, just like every one he'd given you for the past hour "Jus' like Javi" he grunted, his thrusts more erratic now "except this is real life baby- and you better hope it doesn't stick" he smirked, feeling your walls squeeze involuntarily at his words "God you're such a slut"
"Now take it all like a good one"
You couldn't help but join his moaning as he came, as he filled you up to the very brim.
You were a mess- cum was already running down your thighs as he slipped out of you, but you still followed his lead and started dressing again- only your panties were in his drawer and the walk back home would be a real awkward one.
"You post these stories?"
There was no point in lying, you'd already confessed to it.
"I- yes" you swallowed, putting your bra on "o-on Tumblr"
You could very well see he'd never heard of the app
"How are you called on there?"
He'd stepped closer to you, watching you fiddle with your shirt in your hands.
His belt was unbuckled, his jeans still open, and you were starting to feel ready for round two already.
"S-sir you want t-to-â
"I gotta know what other things your daddy can't know aboutâ he murmured, moving a piece of hair from your face âand all the things Iâm gonna do to my lilâ slutâ
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If someone criticizes something, it doesn't mean that they hate it. It also works the other way around. If you like something, it doesn't mean that it's done well from an objective point of view.
I love Jinx. Her design, her story, her personality, her character arc... I was just fascinated by her. Jinx has become one of my favorite characters in media in general. It was the continuation of her story that I was waiting for the most.
Jinx is still my favorite character in season 2. I love almost every scene with her. How she did Sevika's arm and the subsequent fight with the Smeech, the fight with Vi in Act 1, the prison break, search for Vander in the mines, epic appearance during the battle against Noxus.
I got a lot of positive emotions while watching s2 and especially during Jinx's appearance on the screen. But⊠an emotional response and objective assessment are two different things. And objectively, Jinx's character in season 2 is OOC and poorly written.
Removing very importand part of her story and personality. Her mental issues almost completely disappear. This is a very important aspect of her character. And no, Isha's presence and a "more favorable environment" would not heal her, the whole 2nd act is completely unrealistic and looks stupid, since all her problems with her mental health were magically solved off-screen;
Irrelevant piece of plot. Her arc of "Zaun symbol" passes by her - she becomes a symbol by accident, ignores the consequences and directly encounters all this revolutionary mood only during Isha's saving from Stillwater (at the same time saving her followers - an indirect action, not a purposeful one). So this arc is kinda about her, but she doesn't seem to participate in it herself, and it ends with literally nothing (like the whole Zaun revolution);
Making her more appealing to wider audience. Her hatred of Piltover and Caitlyn just disappeared. Yes, while she was with Vi in the mines she said "piltie goons who murdered mom and dad," but⊠that's all? Jinx doesn't kill a single enforcer in the entire 2nd season (although, for example, she could have in Stillwater) and tells Caitlyn "I didn't know your mother was there." Let me remind you that Jinx literally giggled in s1 when she killed a dozen enforcers during gemstone kidnapping, killed enforcers on the bridge without any care, she hated Caitlyn fiercely because she "stole" her sister from her, and she couldn't not know that Cassandra was a councilor. It isn't showed how and why she changed her opinion and this is important thing to her character, you can't explain such change with microexpressions or parallels;
Unrealistic happy family reunion. The reunion of Jinx, Vi, and Vander is a spectacular moment from Disney. Do you remember how Jinx reacted when Vi returned? Yes, she was happy but as soon as she spotted Cait she freaked out and immidiately thought that Vi betrayed her. Imagine what would happen if her supposedly dead - bc of her btw - father had returned and now looks like some animal;
Silco mattered much more to Jinx. A very "subtle" replacement of Silco for Vander in the role of father (Jinx calls him father, sniffs Vander's jacket and not Silco's), although Silco played probably a bigger role in this? And Jinx remembers about him like 2 times? Although it's been about 7-10 years since Vi's "death" in season 1, Jinx was still triggered by just a similar appearance. Apparently, Silco wasn't that important to Jinx (which is not true); I could still keep talking about Jinx, but let's leave it at that.
I love Jinx even in season 2. I like watching scenes with her. But my emotional attachment doesn't stop me from seeing that Jinx's character in s2 is not a continuation of Jinx's character of the end of s1. Her image is broken, the arcs are not completed, the relationships with other characters are poorly written.
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I'm sorry, but I'm a big angst lover and i just read the angsty spinoffs of the duchess au. Kinda combining the general Jonny-purposefully-fucks-up-the-food, and the duchess gettin sick Can i ask what would happen if the illness wasn't from the weather but from eating raw food (ex chicken). Assuming she lives, i doubt she will touch Johnny's food again - leaving price with the option of hiring duchess reader a new chef or letting her starve and hope she relents. Anyways, i just wanted to say i love your poly 141 fics, so if you don't feel like writing this ask, it's completely fine. Thank you for all your work in writing!
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All I can think about is the abysmal shame Johnny would be feeling. Yes, he served you bad food on purpose but fuck- flat out raw? And in that time period it might as well nearly be a death sentence on its own and they all know it.
John sits at your bedside, his face carved with an unreadable expression. Guilt flickers in his eyes, barely veiled by his usual stoicism, though he says nothing at first. Heâs been here for hours, watching over you, but youâve hardly acknowledged him.
A tray of food rests untouched on the small table near the bed. You havenât looked at it, havenât even turned your head in its direction even when it was brought in steaming, and the silence stretches thin and sharp between you.
âDuchess,â John finally says, his voice a low sigh. âYouâve got to eat. You wonât recover if you donât.â
You shift your gaze to him, dull and tired. For a long moment, you just stare, your chest rising and falling with the effort of breathing. When you finally speak, your voice is hoarse, almost as numb as you feel.
âIâm not eating anything from Johnny.â
The bluntness of your words lands like a physical blow. John straightens slightly, brows furrowing.
âYou donât mean that,â he starts, his tone more defensive than he intends. âHe-â
You interrupt him, your voice cutting through the air like a blade.
âHe served me raw food, John. And none of you noticed. None of you cared.â Your tone is flat, devoid of anger or venom, but itâs the emptiness behind it that makes his chest tighten. âI got sick because of him, and not one of you thought to check on me until I couldnât get out of bed.â
He opens his mouth to argue, to defend, but the words die before they reach his tongue. Because youâre right, of course.
âI wonât eat anything from him, not anymore,â you repeat, your gaze falling away from him and back to the ceiling. âOr from the chefs in this manor. I donât trust any of you to care enough to make sure Iâm not poisoned again.â
âPoisoned- ?â John recoils slightly, faltering.
You let out a bitter, hollow laugh, the sound scraping against your raw throat painfully. âWhat else would you call it? Carelessness? Neglect?â
The silence that follows is suffocating, just as youâd hoped itâd be. John leans back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his jaw, guilt now a tangible weight pressing down on him. He knows youâre justified- knows that your trust, fragile as it was, has been shattered by their collective apathy.
âIâll⊠Iâll make sure it doesnât happen again,â he mutters eventually, the words heavy with shame. âIâll handle your meals myself if thatâs what it takes.â
You donât respond beyond a derisive huff, donât even spare him a glance. Youâre too tired. His promises feel like empty air now, incapable of undoing the hurt and mistrust that has settled deep in your bones and now landed you sick in this cold bed.
All you can do is close your eyes, shutting him out, and hope he gets the message.
Johnny stands just outside the cracked door, his back pressed against the wall as your words seep into the hallway like a cold wind. He wasnât trying to eavesdrop- at least, thatâs what he tells himself- but when he heard Johnâs voice through the door, something made him pause.
And now he wishes he hadnât.
Every word cuts deeper than he thought possible. The way you said his name- not with anger, but with the hollow finality of someone who has already given up- makes his stomach churn. You donât trust him.
He canât even blame you. He made- a terrible mistake. An unforgivable one. His parents would likely never forgive him if they ever heard of what heâd done.
His hands tremble at his sides, fingers curling into fists. He wants to step in, to apologize, to defend himself, to say it was a mistake- a terrible mistake he regrets more than anything. But what could he possibly say to undo the damage? Nothing.
The knot of guilt in his chest tightens as he hears John try to reassure you, his own voice betraying his shame. Johnny doesnât wait to hear more. He turns and walks away, each step feeling heavier than the last, his heart pounding with the weight of what heâs done.
How is he meant to ever find pride again in what he does best?
#noona.asks#noona.writes#cod x you#cod x reader#cod#tf 141 x reader#tf 141 x you#tf 141#cod imagines#poly!141 x you#poly 141 x you#poly!141 x reader#poly 141 x reader
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I know it's stupid or whatever because talking about your problems is important and all that but I wonder if my brother has realised I don't talk to him about my problems anymore
#I mean I still talk to him#I still talk to him about my interests and say really emo shit but we don't have long talks in the car anymore#I kinda wonder if he'll ever notice y'know#Cause he's moved out and we just don't talk much anymore and I'm out of school so#There's no need to give me lectures about how I need to get my life together anymore#But well. My life is still as apart as before. I think some small part of me expected things to suddenly get better#Like the moment I get out of school I'll be free. I'll have less to worry about#But all that's happened so far is I am without anything to do. Without a purpose.#I want to say that I put so much into it that now that I'm out I have nothing but I didn't DO anything in school#I didn't DO anything. I barely put in effort. I'm probably just going to fail and I'll have even LESS to do#sweetmountainseeds#I want to talk to him you know. I want to have someone to talk to about my problems again. But I promised myself I wouldn't anymore#Because the reason I stopped is because he just isn't the person I want to talk to. I don't know if he ever was.#It's so stupid and selfish but I just want someone to tell me it's not my fault and it's okay and not just.#Give me advice and tell me what I should be doing and that it's only a problem if I make it one#I just want someone to agree with me I think#I have someone else to talk to but she says things I don't want to hear somethings and she's right but I don't like it because I'm stubborn#I did really appreciate it when she told me I was working very hard for my test though I felt so seen#I mean I wasn't working hard at all I could've done so much more but it felt so nice to be told that I was doing good#Fuck I keep telling myself to sleep but I guess it's cry time tonight#cupcakeycrisis
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HEADCANON | slashers favorite sex positions | fem!reader
Inclui Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Otis Diftwood, RZ!Michael Myers
note: uh... hey? I got excited about this one. And thank you for 100 followers! :D
Warnings: nsfw.
BRAHMS HEELSHIRE
Cowgirl.
Brahms is spoiled.
He doesn't want to take the slightest effort.
He just likes to lie back against the pillows, hold your thighs tightly, and let you move as you please. As long as he comes, everything is fine.
Brahms whimpers so needily, eyes closed as you ride on his cock.
When he's close to coming, he thrusts his hips up desperately, seeking his own pleasure.
If you allow him to take control, he'll moan loudly and fuck you until you can barely support your own weight and fall onto his furry chest.
But if you stop him, just wanting to tease him a little, he will whimper and stubbornly try to move.
You can punish him for being such a naughty and greedy boy, and Brahms will be begging for your touch like a puppy.
BILLY LENZ
Accepts anything. He just wants to fuck you senseless. But 69--
Hearing and feeling you gagging against his cock as he just devours your pussy is perfect.
And Billy is definitely addicted to his pussy.
Could eat you for hours and hours like a starving man. He never gets tired.
Billy also loves doggy style.
He'll throw you onto the bed as soon as he gets a chance to come out of the attic, and he'll fuck you hard and sloppy from behind until he comes.
In fact, after he cums, he keeps moving.
He super stimulates you without even realizing it, focusing only on himself.
He's noisy. Very noisy.
And it doesn't care if the sorority house is full or empty. As long as it's just the two of you in the room, he's in for some fun.
But it usually comes out of the attic during the night.
Good luck explaining to the other sorority girls what those late-night sounds were.
Speaking of the attic, he loves to fuck you in there too.
It's dusty and musty smelling, but Billy feels safe there.
He has you up against the wall, chest pressed against your back, and makes you practically scream with pleasure.
Anyway, he really loves many positions and it's hard to choose a favorite.
BUBBA SAWYER
I believe Bubba is a little shy about sex, although he is quite excited.
But he's afraid he can't satisfy you, and he's afraid you won't find his body attractive.
So it takes him a while to feel comfortable having sex with you.
And when that happens, you have to guide Bubba and teach him what to do.
If you are as inexperienced as he is, you will learn together and it will be nice and fun.
And when he has enough knowledge, has experienced enough positions, one of his favorites will be cowgirl.
He likes you to have control over him and do what gives you the most pleasure. It's also amazing that he has such a beautiful girl jumping on his dick. Bubba almost can't believe it's real.
And he loves to see your breasts bouncing. If he gets the chance, he'll have your nipples trapped between his lips as you ride his fat cock.
If he's not holding the sheets between his fingers, then he'll have his hands on your hips.
It will leave fingerprints because he squeezed you so hard.
It wasn't on purpose, honestly. He'll apologize later, fearing you'll get angry.
And if you tie his wrists to the headboard and sit on his face, he'll freak out.
Do it. He loves to please you.
Is kinda sloppy about eating pussy but so excited. Hope you don't mind the amount of saliva.
(And if you want to return the favor, pegging this man. He'll moan so needy~).
OTIS DRIFTWOOD
I honestly think Otis is a disgusting man. With a lot of fetishes, and a lot of boner, and a lot of time left to fuck you to exhaustion.
And speaking of fetishes, Otis has foot fetishes. Your foot, specifically.
It's not like he's going to masturbate looking at your feet or anything.
He just likes to pay special attention to his feet as he pushes against her sensitive, wet pussy.
And honestly, he doesn't even care if it makes you uncomfortable or not. Just take his dick and let him play with your body as he wants and as much as he wants.
So he likes to have you lying in bed, legs up, shins over his shoulders. That way he can just pull his legs forward and play with his feet. It will kiss and lick them while looking into your eyes.
Also likes to have you on all fours.
Shake your ass and Otis will be inside you in a few milliseconds.
Will spank your ass and pull your hair, pushing your face into the sheets.
(If you let him fuck your ass, he'll get you in every possible position. He gets wild).
And it will degrade you badly, all the time. (Does this outside of sex too).
RZ!MICHAEL MYERS
He'll make you lie face down on the bed, then he'll lean over you, put an arm around your neck and fuck you deep.
He's not really choking you unless you ask him to.
He likes how he looks bigger on top of you. Even if you are close to his height, he definitely has more muscles than you.
Michael isn't very vocal, but he lets out little grunts and his breathing becomes ragged as he rolls his hips against your ass.
He also likes to have you leaning over any surface that may be: kitchen table, countertops, coffee table in the living room.
That's because he likes to watch your cock disappear into your pussy, feel your legs shake as you try to get used to the size.
If he is particularly lazy that day, spoon position.
It's still deep and strong, but slow.
The important thing is that he makes you come deliciously and he comes deep inside you.
(Loves to fuck you against the wall. Put one leg on his shoulder and let him stick his tongue in you. He'll hold your hips, not letting you dominate the situation. Michael likes to be in power, especially when he's making you feel squirm).
Sorry for any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language
#slasher x s/o#slasher x y/n#slasher x reader#leatherface x reader#slashers#bubba sawyer x reader#billy lenz x reader#otis driftwood x reader#rz myers x reader#rz michael myers#rz michael myers x reader#michael myers x reader#brahms heelsire x reader#brahms heelshire x reader#brahms x y/n#bubba sawyer x you
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good googly moogly.
pairing - sevika x fem!reader
cw - sevika loves ur boobies, tipsy!sevika, suggestive, reader is a lil sweetheart bc i love the concept of sevika being w a girly fem.
request from anonymous - Sevika x big chested reader. She wants to hold em all the time.
a/n - lil drabble, wasn't sure on what length you wanted this so i hope this suffices. please make sure you check my rules before requesting! kinda proofread but lmk if i missed anything
"se- sevika! someone might see-!"
"let 'em. i don't care."
and that was clearly evident as her hand was sneaking under your shirt, hand going under your bra and grabbing a handful of your boob.
i mean, you should've known better than to come to the last drop, in that outfit of yours anyways, to come and just 'relax' with sevika.
sevika could've scoffed at what you had told her, insisting you wanted to relax with her.
there was never no 'relaxing' with sevika, she would always find a way to grab at your boobs. and the chance of it happening in a less appropriate manner would go up if she was even a little tipsy around you.
especially if you wore the right shirt, which you obviously were as she had pulled you into her lap as soon as you greeted her at the bar.
it's safe to say you were well blessed in that department. and sevika couldn't agree more as she had you in her lap, one hand in your shirt and the other taking a sip out of her drink, "sevika!" you protested.
you could tell that she was somewhat buzzed, but it's not like you hated it. sevika wasn't huge on PDA so you relished in it when she flaunted it.
she could feel that you genuinely didn't care, as you made no attempt to remove her hand from underneath your shirt.
sevika could feel the warmness of your thighs on her own, since you decided to wear a cute skirt, one that had sevika second-guessing if you came to here like this on purpose.
she scoffed at your whining, "what? you gotta problem, you know you're more than welcome to find another seat," but her grip on you would never falter even if you started to think about it.
you tensed up in her lap upon feeling her mouth next to your ear, "kinda feel like your doing this on purpose," her hand gave your boob a squeeze, enjoying the way she felt your thighs squeezing together.
"what- what're you talking about?" she could feel you trembling in her lap as her drink was now long forgotten, as she was now more focused on her pretty dolled up girlfriend on her lap.
you felt her other hand braze your lower back before it gripped your hip, gasping as she slightly grounded you down on her leg, "what do you say we get out of here, and i'll tell you."
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to be loved and to be in love.
it's when tokoyami asks you about the little crow you keep hidden in your well vented dorm that you feel the heat that his arm exhale in the back of your chair.
now, the action itself its not a huge revelation to you nor does it take more than a few glances from your colleagues.
and you didn't need to look at him, you knew he was still talking to momo.
you had controlled the sentiment a bit by now so your heart wasn't picking up its speed as much as it used to but you were a hero in rising. you did notice that something was happening on the other part of the friendship.
well, katsuki knows you like him.
that was your resolution after the few reports you made to yourself when every action became too much this week. how can you come up with such a grand conclusion with only a week analysis, you ask.
when you like someone, you become too fucking aware of them.
the arm stayed there for the rest of the night. until momo gave us her good night and there was only kaminari and jirou talking at the end of the table. they weren't too far but so in their own world that if felt that way.
so, you lean back at the chair for the first time and his arm stayed there. it was so very there.
you take your fork steals an olive from his plate and eats it.
you were looking straight ahead but you could easily feel when finally you had his eyes attention on you.
"it's sunday,"
you had little control of came out of your mouth when you were with him. not in a sense you made a fool of yourself. you were just that comfortable with your thoughts being out of you when he was next to you. it was that easy.
he growled and looked ahead. in his language that meant "so?"
"you're supposed to be asleep in an hour if i'm correct."
no reaction from him.
sitting next to each other you could have access to the view below the table, you caught about 3 seconds of his shaking leg before it stopped.
alright then.
"you trained with kirishima today, didn't you?"
he grunts. "too easy."
"how long did you take?"
"a minute."
you look ahead and raise your eyebrows but they went down astonishingly fast. on purpose, of course. his eyes were on you again.
"the fuck you mean by that?" a bit raspy by his tone and not very loud. angry nonetheless. it made you bite a smile.
"i'm not sure i know what you're talking about."
"fucking watch me beat him in 40 seconds next time"
"oh! i'm sure you will." you smile.
"and murder you in the next 20."
you pout in response and he looks away. you bring the last olive of his plate to your mouth.
was he shaking his legs because he's anxious? not that he's not allowed to. you two were a bit close but not close enough for you to understand his afflictions.
you were only starting to learn how to read him. by the sidelines so he wouldn't know the reason behind the intention.
apparently you failed that part!
you wish you could help him though.
"is there a reason you're still up?" it came out as nonchalant as you wanted.
the clock on the wall dominated the silence for a few seconds before it happened. the hand on the back of your chair started to thread slightly to your back, so featherly and slow you could be imagining the feeling. until his fingertips reached the hem of your shirt.
you inhale and exhale. his fingers stopped and stayed. the skin to skin was barely there.
"is there anything else happening today?" you ask and it's kinda funny how both of you are looking to your empty plates.
he grunts again but with a chuckle leaking from it.
"fucking hope so."
you jolted for a millisecond when his finger started to gently move on the nape of your neck, then your body was completly at the mercy of that ligh movement.
"you'd expect a UA student from the hero course would have the balls to say how she feels"
you lost the grip in your heart and even though it was beating way faster than it was supposed to, you were still so very comfortable. because it was him.
"gave her a whole ass week... but apparently i overestimated the prick."
you turn your head to watch his profile. red eyes glistening.
"calling me out" you let out, a bit irritated you couldnât contain the little smile on your face "when i caugh some anxious moviments under the table."
he turns to you and he was so close you were certain the clock stopped ticking.
"still doing it, aren't i?"
his mouth meets yours in a heartbeat. a kiss so angryly slow that made you lightheaded. he moves his tongue dominantly but when you got the chance to bite his underlip he growls deliciously into you and the hand on your neck rushes to your hair, deepening the kiss.
your hand flies to his neck, your fingers wanting to stay on his skin forever but when they make it to his blonde locks it feels like they were always meant to be there. you were drowning in him.
when he pulls back it takes probably 5 seconds for you to open your eyes. the red on his consumed by his pupils.
"is that why you let me eat the olives you leave for last this past week?"
"and your ass owns me for every one of them." his fingers were gently strocking your hair.
you nod and kiss the corner of his mouth. he closes his eyes and hums in response. you really hope he feels as safe with you as you feel with him.
"it's okay. i see it makes a difference when youâre taking a whole minute to defeat someone."
#i did not double checked this cause if i did i wouldnât post it#english is not my first language i deeply apologize#bnha#bakugo#bakugo katuski x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x you#bakugou x reader#bakugou x y/n#bnha x reader#mha#mha x reader#my hero academia
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