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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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The Wrong Idea | Lee Bodecker x reader

summary: you weren’t exactly a rebel in the eyes of the law, but that didn’t mean you cared for the corrupt, alcoholic town sheriff. and that certainly didn’t mean you would care at all for him marrying your mother. if only you’d known how much worse it could get...

word count: 4.5k

warnings: smut!! (heavy dubcon/noncon), age gap (reader is 19), stepcest, loss of virginity, pain kink, creampie kink, infidelity, degradation, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, choking, slapping, daddy kink, authority kink, subtle ddlg themes?, reader’s mom being toxic af

You’d never cared for the Sheriff. Even you, being generally a well-behaved young woman, thought he was a little too intense and a little too corrupt. Up until now, you’d assumed your mother agreed with you on that, because she never protested to your complaints about Sheriff Bodecker and his ‘fascist reign of terror’ as you called it. Apparently that was a poor assumption, though.

“You… what?!”

“I never told you we were seein’ each other because I knew you had your childish rebellion against him and his police force,” your mother explained with a demeaning eyeroll. “But now that we’re engaged, I can’t hide it anymore.”

“How long has this been going on?” you asked quietly, still in shock at what you were hearing— and unable to take your eyes off of the sparkling diamond wrapped around her finger.

“Oh, I’d say… about two months now,” she decided.

“Two—” you stopped and started over, so bewildered that you couldn’t finish your original sentence. “You’re engaged after two months?”

“Don’t make that face at me, you look so ugly when you scowl like that,” she frowned. Of course, she could never miss an opportunity to nag you. “He’s a respectable man, and he treats me well. The wedding is in three weeks— and he’s generous enough to let you live with us after that. Says there’s a spare bedroom for you in his house.”

“His… his house…” you slurred, suddenly feeling light-headed. “I’m… we’re moving…?”

“Yes, honey, and with your work ethic it’ll take you the whole three weeks to pack up, so you should start now,” she informed you with that cruel, fake smile of hers.

She walked away as you sat down on the couch, staring off into space, trying to comprehend what you just heard. It’s not like you thought your mother was flawless or anything, or that you and her had a perfect relationship, but you thought she would’ve been a little more… gentle about all this. She could do better than him anyways! But she didn’t care about that, only money and status. You could almost laugh at her small-mindedness to think the Sheriff of a nothing-town like Knockemstiff was actually plentiful in either of those things, but right now you couldn’t laugh. You couldn’t even cry as you packed your things and said goodbye to the home you’d known your whole life. You were just numb.

You couldn’t look him in the eye when you arrived at his house, duffel bags in hand and shoes stained with the dry red dirt of summer. It was nicer than your old place, and if it were anyone else’s you’d say it had charm, but everything was tainted because you knew it was his. You could sort of tell that this had been his bachelor pad for a while, but it had a half-assed attempt at hominess with the rug in the living room and a centerpiece on the kitchen table. He even had a TV, presumably funded by bribes and all his other nefarious dealings— meaning you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to watch it.

“Nice to meet ya, properly,” Lee greeted, though his monotone didn’t come across as particularly impassioned.

“Thank you, Sheriff,” you mumbled quickly, hoping to get this conversation over with.

“You don’t have to call me Sheriff anymore, you know. Not in the house, at least.”

You nodded but said nothing, following him as he motioned for you and moved into the hallway. You trailed behind him, noticing the eerie lack of any personal effects on the walls (no family photos, apparently, and not much of a family to photograph in the first place from what you’d heard), and stopped when he reached the door at the end.

“This is your room,” Lee informed you stiffly. Opening the door, you were horrified by the assault on your eyes of pink. Pink everything: pink wallpaper, a pink fuzzy quilt, pink bedframe. There were even assorted stuffed animals on the bed, disturbingly enough.

“When my mother told you she had a daughter, did she not mention that I was grown?”

“You may be nineteen, honey, but you’re nowhere near grown,” he scowled. “She didn’t tell me she had a daughter until two days before the weddin’. This is what I managed to... improvise, since then.”

You almost had sympathy for him, just in that you two were both victims of your mother’s eccentricity. Almost.

“Must’ve inherited your expensive taste from your ma,” he frowned. “Sorry, princess—” the nickname made his lips curl like the word itself tasted sour— “but this’ll have to do.”

“Oh, I’m nothing like her,” you sneered back, “cause I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole.”

“What are you two chatting about?” your mother’s voice called from the kitchen.

Both of you answered at the same time: “Nothing!”

With a grimace, you dragged your bag into the room and shut the door in his face. It was those little acts of rebellion that had to tide you over. You weren’t audacious enough to do anything actually cruel, or illegal, but you weren’t going to make this any easier for him.

At first it was just refusing to leave your room. That worked for a week, until you realized you were going to starve to death. So then the only times you saw him were at the dinner table, which you made into a protest by pretending he didn’t exist and refusing to answer his questions. You occasionally relented when he asked you to pass something from your side of the table, but you never looked at him while you did it.

He didn’t seem angry or sad about your determination to avoid him, if anything it seemed like he was happy to pretend you weren’t there either. And that should’ve made it easier, but for some reason it bothered you even more. You realized that maybe his attention did matter to you, even though it was negative attention that you were hoping to inspire, but you knew that was ridiculous and you tried to fight it. Still, for all your plans to never see him, you sure did think about him a lot. You thought about where he might be, so you could be somewhere else. You thought about what he must be doing at work, and how he was probably continuing to be a nasty mean drunk as frequently as possible. You wondered if he and your mother were making love just across the house, although you were lucky enough to never hear anything. Just knowing that could be happening made you feel sick, even though you realized it was none of your business.

You sometimes found yourself listening for it at night, just in case.

Your mother had decided to spend her new husband’s money on a trip, but the man himself couldn’t tag along— too much work to do, apparently. The prospect of being left alone with him was nightmare fuel, but you didn’t even try to ask her to stay… you knew she wouldn’t listen. She’d been totally absorbed in her own world since the wedding, seeming to be very fulfilled by the social role of ‘Sheriff’s wife’ to the point that she had lost all interest in her former position as ‘your mom’.

There was a balance to the silence with her gone, though. You avoided him, he avoided you; it was a tense truce, but a survivable one. At least without her, nobody was going to try to make you two get along. Friday night was different, though. This time when he came home from work, you knew you were stuck with him until Monday morning. That thought made you realize that you needed to get out and you didn’t care if you weren’t dressed for it. It was hot, and it was just a walk so nobody was going to see you in this miniskirt anyway, right?

Too bad Lee was sitting on the couch, still in his uniform, not giving you any mind but likely to harass you before you could make it outside. You figured if you just walked casually enough, he wouldn’t even notice, so you made your way towards the door.

“You’re not going out like that,” he announced suddenly, seemingly without even looking up from his newspaper.

“Says who?” you deflected quickly with a raised brow. It wasn’t that you wanted to pick a fight, but you just couldn’t understand why he would even care what you were wearing.

“Says the guy who doesn’t want you to give all the neighborhood boys the wrong idea.”

“What idea?!” you asked, crossing your arms. He shot you a look, quickly raking in your body and outfit which made you feel more observed than you cared for.

“The idea that you’re a slut,” he explained coldly.

You gulped at his words but tried to keep a poker face. You didn’t let it get this far just to give up. You were so sick of his shit; what made him think he could boss you around when he’d never even tried to get to know you?

“What makes you assume that’s the wrong idea?” you shot back, fighting the nervousness in your voice.

You hadn’t expected him to stand up instantly, the coffee table wobbling a bit when his knee bumped into it.

“The fuck did you say?” he hissed.

With his teeth bared at you he looked like a predator, and you felt like small, helpless prey. You tried to muster some of your former confidence, but everything came out shaky and weak. “I— I said that maybe it’s not the wrong ide—”

He pounced, crossing the room and slamming you back against the wall, a hand at each shoulder; you instantly cowered, shrinking back and turning your face away from him as far as you could. You never thought he’d put his hands on you like this. Your heart was pounding so loudly that you were surprised you could hear his hoarse whisper.

“Watch your tone with me. I’m not kidding around.”

“I’m an adult,” you weakly fought back, “I can do what I want.”

“Not in my fuckin’ house you can’t!” he bellowed.

For some reason, it all hit you at once. All the emotions you’d been suppressing since your mother had gotten engaged— all the anger and fear and betrayal and indignation, they came bubbling up before you could stop them.

“I don’t even want to be in your ugly fucking house!” you cried in response. “I don’t wanna be anywhere near you! You’re a fascist and a tyrant and a pig!”

You expected him to get more aggressive but he suddenly stilled. It was the scariest anger, that outwardly-calm type that made your blood go cold.

“Go to your room.”

You didn’t question it, turning to walk away (any excuse to get away from him, right?), but you didn’t expect him to follow you in and shut the door behind the both of you.

You were paralyzed with fear as he stepped past you and sat on your bed. It was sort of strange as you realized you’d never seen him in your room before. He stood out against the somewhat childish decorations, but you were in no mood to appreciate the humor of the situation as he patted his knee.

“Lay across my lap. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

He couldn’t possibly be doing what I think he’s doing, could he? you wondered to yourself, but did as he asked. You realized you’d never been so close to him before, the warmth of his body radiating through his clothes. He smelled like cologne and booze, although you didn’t think he’d actually had much to drink yet today— at least compared to his normal habits. It was almost worse to think that he wasn’t acting on drunkenness now.

“It’s prob’ly too late for it, but you are in serious need of discipline, young lady.”

You had no idea what he was talking about, but your body reacted to it differently than you expected.

His fingers slipped between the top of your skirt and your skin, having to pull pretty hard to get it down due to how tight it was. You bit your lip and hoped he wouldn’t notice your arousal, but as your pussy was exposed, you could feel the breeze from the ceiling fan and you knew you were undeniably wet. You didn’t know why, but you were.

“Count them for me,” he instructed coldly and before you could ask what you were counting, he brought his hand down firmly. You felt his wedding ring in the slap and it made you feel a little sick.

“O-one,” you stammered.

He delivered four more, alternating cheeks, and you tried not to react with visible pain. But as the intensity increased, you realized that not reacting might’ve actually been making it worse. Either way, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying out when the eighth made your whole body lurch forward from the force.

“Eight!” you squealed, but both of you noticed the way you pushed your hips forward. Unintentional as it may have been, you were trying to rub yourself on his thigh, desperate to be touched where it felt like all the energy of your body had focused. You were sure you’d never been so horny before, and now your clit was nearly throbbing. What the fuck is wrong with me?!

He quickly delivered the final two slaps before grabbing your neck, hoisting you up until you were on your knees before him. He examined your face closely and you tried to keep your lip from shaking.

“You’re worse than I thought,” he hissed. “You are in dire need of a punishment. You should thank me for going so easy on you so far.”

You realized when his grip on your jaw tightened that he was being literal. “Thank you, for going easy on me…”

“Where’d that fire go, huh? Guess you’re all talk,” he laughed.

He roughly shoved his fingers into your mouth, moaning lowly as your tongue rubbed against the pads of his fingers. “This fuckin’ mouth. You just don’t know when to keep it shut, do you? Come on baby, open up. I’ve got a better use for it than your fuckin’ disrespectful attitude.”

He used his free hand to work on his belt right in front of your face, and your eyes went wide.

“Don’t act so surprised sweetheart,” he said with a hint of irritation, “this is exactly what you’re asking for.”

You gasped a bit when his cock was freed from his trousers, springing up and already red at the tip. You’d never seen one this close before and it was intimidating in every way.

“Like what you see? You’re so wet for it,” he purred. You tried to speak but words abandoned you.

It was all a blur as he held your mouth open and shoved his cock inside— it tasted like skin and salt, and the size made your chapped lips crack until you worried they would bleed. His moans were deep and gravelly, making your skin break out into goosebumps as he pumped smoothly into your pliant mouth. He slapped your face a few times, not quite hard but plenty strong enough to make it sting. You winced with each impact, the tears which had welled from your gagging finally falling down and dripping from your chin.

“Suck on it, princess, like a popsicle… fuck yeah, like that,” he groaned, and your mind resisted obeying him but your body was completely at his mercy. “Aw baby, ya look so good chokin’ on my cock. Is that what you were gonna go do in this slutty little outfit you’ve got on?”

You tried to shake your head but he was holding you down, not even giving you a chance to breathe. His protruding stomach rubbed against your forehead when his cock was this deep in your throat, and the disgust and fear somehow made your arousal stronger.

He let you go, finally, and you pulled back with a gasp and a cough. You weren’t given much reprieve, though, as he started to tug at your blouse as well.

“No, wait,” you whimpered, weakly trying to bat his hands away.

“Wait? I think I’ve been waiting long enough,” he growled. “Your ma’s a fuckin’ tease, hasn’t touched me since I got her that ugly fuckin’ ring. Let’s hope you learn from her mistakes.”

Your blouse was torn open and tossed aside, leaving you only in the pulled-up skirt and your bra. Reaching up to cover yourself, you were discouraged by the shockingly-gentle brush of his hands.

“Don’t cover yourself, sweetheart, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured. His gaze made you feel hot all over, and it wasn’t just because of the summer weather outside. “Nobody ever looked at ya before?”

You shook your head, looking down at the floor. A finger under your chin guided you to look up at him.

“Nobody ever touched ya before?” he pressed, his stare boring into you. You shook your head again. “Fuck,” he whispered, but then he started to smile proudly. “Knew you were a good girl, princess, you just didn’t wanna act like one for some reason. You gonna be good for me now?”

You nodded weakly, swallowing as you tried to comprehend what was happening.

“Then I’ll be good to you, too,” he promised darkly, a shimmer in his eyes that made you throb between your thighs. “Come get on the bed, pretty girl.”

You almost resisted, but it was your need driving you now, not your mind. You had been waiting too long to let a boy touch you, and now that a man had touched you, you felt all kinds of wrong and yet craved more. Before you had even finished sitting down beside him, he was slipping off your bra and pushing you back onto the quilt.

“Sheriff!” you yelped instinctively, a little disoriented as he started to climb on top of you.

He chuckled, clearly amused by your unexpected appeal to authority. “Wanna know a secret, sweetheart? Wanna know the real reason I said you didn’t have to call me that anymore?” He leaned down, his breath hot and moist against your neck when he spoke: “Because it made me so fuckin’ hard when you said it.”

He pressed his cock, still wet with your spit, against your thigh; maybe just for emphasis, a reminder that he was still hard and wasn’t anywhere near done with you.

“What are you gonna do to me…?” you asked weakly, your voice so wavering and broken that you cringed just hearing it.

“Just gonna make you feel good, princess,” he smiled, and before you could ask what that would entail, he was groping your tits in his large, calloused hands. A low groan echoed in his chest, and you tried not to squirm as he teased your nipples between his fingers. They were already hardening from the moment he’d touched you, but somehow it was getting even worse when he played with them, watching your face and surely seeing the shame you wore there.

His hands trailed lower, rubbing your waist, your thighs… you found yourself anticipating that he’d remove your panties, so much so that when he did, you quickly lifted your hips to help him slide them off. You couldn’t believe how easily you were letting him do this to you.

“I can tell how much you want it,” he taunted lowly as the fabric slid down your legs and was tossed to the floor. “I can smell how much you want it.” He growled a little before diving in, licking a thick stripe through your folds and taking a moment right at the end to tickle your clit with his tongue. “So fuckin’ sweet, princess; I knew you would be,” he praised. You were forced to wonder how long he’d been thinking about this.

The noises were beyond obscene and you felt your face burning— but there was a burning in your gut, too, and shooting down your legs. You’d never felt like this before (being a very good girl who never even touched herself), but you knew that if he didn’t stop, you would come. And you really, really wanted to come.

Everytime he put pressure on your clit, your leg quivered involuntarily. It was nearly too much, the sensation so powerful it almost hurt, but he pushed you right to the edge without knocking you off.

“Please,” you found yourself begging before you could stop it, “please, Sheriff—”

“I’m not your Sheriff anymore, sweetheart,” he informed you gruffly, popping up from between your legs with the entire bottom half of his face covered in your arousal, “I’m your daddy now. Go on and beg your daddy to fuck you.”

Eyes shot wide open, you stared back at him in bewilderment. Rage flashed in his eyes, and he snarled as his hand suddenly wrapped around your neck, tightening and choking you.

“You heard me,” he groaned through his teeth. “Beg me. To fuck you.”

“Daddy,” you stammered, hoarsely fighting to speak through the pressure on your throat, “fuck me, please.”

He slammed his cock into you and you nearly screamed. It burned and you instinctively tried to crawl away but, of course, his weight on top of you made it impossible.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned. He laid down on top of you entirely then, slipping his arms under your torso and holding you tightly.

Each thrust made you feel like you had reached your limits, as if you couldn’t be stretched further which was probably true. And yet, in spite of it (or worse, because of it), you found yourself moaning and writhing under him, even arching your back to make his movements smoother. He laughed a little as he bit at the shell of your ear.

“You love it, baby,” he moaned, “you love my cock.”

You couldn’t respond, just sob as you clutched at the shirt still on his back, your jaw tight as you tried to bear the pain.

“It’s not always gonna hurt like this,” he promised between heavy breaths, “s’gonna feel good soon. Gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good, pretty girl.”

Truthfully, you weren’t sure if that meant that this would happen again or not. At the moment, you were incapable of thinking that far ahead, too focused on the way the sting of the stretch was melting away and morphing into such powerful pleasure that you couldn’t even see straight.

He kissed you, and only then did the weight of it hit you. Who he was, what he was doing, what you were doing… it had been distant and vague before, but something about his tongue inside your mouth made you remember that the metal digging into your back was his ring; that the lips on yours were sworn to somebody else— and at that, the one exact person that made this so fundamentally wrong.

Tears welled in your eyes, gentle sobs shaking your chest.

“Don’t cry, baby,” he whispered, pulling back and kissing your tears away, “feels good, don’t it? Feels good when daddy fucks you?”

You knew speaking would only make you cry more, so you only nodded your head shamefully.

“That’s my good girl,” he moaned as he fucked you deeper, harder, rougher. Your fingers held onto the back of his neck, running through his hair and pulling him closer. He kept mumbling praises but they fell on deaf ears, pleasure clouding your mind and making every hair on your body stand upright. He didn’t stop as he reached down between your bodies and laid his hand over your stomach, growling with satisfaction at what he found there.

“I can feel me inside ya,” he grinned. “Feel that, sweetheart? Feel how deep I am in your wet little cunt?”

When you didn’t answer, you got a quick slap to the face. “Yes,” you replied quickly, “yes, I— I feel it.”

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, biting you there until you nearly screamed. You couldn’t figure out why something so objectively painful only pushed you closer to your peak, making every spot inside you more sensitive, but somehow it did.

“Gonna come, pretty girl? Want daddy to fill you up?” he groaned against your ear, pushing down on your stomach even harder.

“Yes, daddy!” you sobbed. “Please!”

“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me,” he hissed, “don’t fuckin’ stop. Keep milkin’ my cock and m’gonna fill ya up so good, princess…”

You couldn’t stop even if you tried— your orgasm hit you in powerful waves, your head falling back as your walls clenched involuntarily (as did your fingers and toes, so hard that your nail tore the sheets a little bit, which you wouldn’t notice until the next day). He grunted as he came, pumping into you with each thrust until you felt more full than you ever had before, in a way you could never describe.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, him catching his breath and you losing yours as his weight threatened to crush you. “Fuck,” he groaned as he sat up and pulled out. He grabbed your legs and held them up for you, staring at your abused pussy and making you feel uncomfortably observed.

“Push it out for me, wanna see my come leak outta ya,” he purred, moaning a little when you did as he asked. It felt even hotter as it gushed out of you, and you mindlessly bit your lip. He tucked his softening cock back into his trousers, rezipping them and buckling his belt. “We’d better get ya cleaned up, huh princess?”

The bathroom wasn’t far, so he carried you, setting you down to stand on your own as he started to draw a bath. You watched him, although you weren’t really watching him so much as staring into the void of space that happened to be in his general direction. You were so out of it that you didn’t even register when he turned around and smiled at you with an air of pride.

“You look so good like this.”

It pulled you out of your trance, though you had to ask him to repeat himself with a mumbled “huh?”

“I said you look good like this,” he explained, stepping closer. “Fucked out, braindead, just my empty-headed fucktoy.”

“I… I don’t…” you began to disagree.

He used your jaw to turn your face to the mirror, and you gasped when you saw yourself: your hair was a mess; your whole face was red, especially your eyes and nose from crying, but plenty on your cheeks where he’d slapped you; your lips were swollen and slick; bruises were already forming on your arms where he’d grabbed you, and along your neck and shoulders where he had bitten you.

His form dwarfed yours as he stood behind you, looking at your reflection with a smile.

“Look at us,” he announced wistfully, “one big happy family, huh?”

#lee bodecker x reader #dark!lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x y/n #dark fic

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corpsehusband-simp · 3 years ago

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Scream Queen

Summary: You’re playing a scary game and dream comes in a scares the living shit out of you.

A/N: sorry I haven’t gotten to my requests. I’ll start writing them as soon as I move this week. In the mean time keep sending them, I would love some MCYT requests!!

All the lights were turns off, you leaned in close to the screen with your headphones turned all the way up. You were currently playing phasmophobia with sykkuno, corpse, karl and Tina To say you were scared would be an understatement.

“Hey y/n come look at this!” You jumped as corpses deep voice filled your ears.

“A warning Corpse a warning!” He laughs loudly and you pout a little bit laugh.

“Sorry sorry, why are you so jumpy?” You playfully scoff at the man.

“Um I don’t know maybe because it’s scary. I really set the mood here guys, my room is pitch black!”

“So is mine!” karl jumps into the conversation. You wave your characters hand and him

“Yeah well you were also screaming like a girl so-“ you stick your tongue out at him forgetting he can’t see you but the noise was enough to let the boys know what you were doing.

“GUUYS! HELP SOMEONE HEL-“ you hear Tina yell before getting cut off.

“TINA OH JESUS!”

“Oh no…tina…?” You say walking out of the room, your heart beat picking up.

“sykkuno…?” Karl whispers behind you.

“Guys I think the homies died.” Corpse whispers back.

“Not the homies.”

“OH JESUS IM LOCKED OUT GUYS!!” You hear sykkuno yell through the front door.

“GO BACK TO THE VAN SYKKUNO! REMEMBER US! DONT FORGET WE DIED FOR THE CAUSE!!”

“OH JESUS OH MAN WHAT CAUSE?!”

“Yeah what cause?” Karl laughs.

“THE cause Karl, sweet sweet Karl.” You we’re trying to crack jokes to hide just how scared you actually were right now. “I’m gonna go check the camera upstairs you find Tinas body and see if there’s any clues!”

“Okay!” Both boys speak and you go your separate ways.

“We’re poppin off chat! I’m so scared why did I suggest this oh my god” you start to panic as you walk up the stairs into the bedroom.

“Jeremy white-oh fuck-are you here?” You whisper yell. You were so immersed in the game you didn’t here your door open or see your boyfriend dream sneak up behind you.

“BOO” Dream grabs your shoulders and pulls you back making you scream. You look back ay the game seeing the ghost hands cover your screen making you yell again.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST DREAM I COULD HAVE DIED IF A HEART ATTACK HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD” you smack him and turn off your camera so he could take off his mask without chat seeing. You take a few deep breaths and put your hand over your heart as dream laughed his ass off.

“You my god you should have see your face babe” he wipes away some tears from laughing so hard.

“You are so lucky I love you ass hole.”

#youtube #corpse husband #dream x fem!reader #dream smp #dream smp imagines #dreamsmp #dreamwastaken #karl jacobs x reader #corpse husband x female reader #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #dream mcyt

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rat-cigars · 3 years ago

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Damn Bitch You live like this?

(a/n: 18+ again yall, be mindful of TWs, no smut but still TW, Ron and Wanda get some spotlight this chapter, love them, so epic style of them to be homies, I’m starting to dip more into mc and I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! )

(TW: stalking, talks of fight, non-con kiss on head, incel shit hard, )

Wc: 1227

**Edward POV)

*Reader POV)

Possible Spoilers in this chapter

Afab!Reader (she/her) pronouns

Chapter 8: Seeing Double

** Your chest moved ever so slightly as you slept. Edward watched the rhythm of the movement as he crept closer. Reaching out to move a strand of hair off your cheek. It was risky, but he couldnt stay away, loving how delicate you looked in the ambient lighting. With no reaction from you, he leaned over fully giving into his desire to touch you.

Thank god you were a heavy sleeper because the soft breath he let out, was borderline erotic. The way that your skin felt against his rough fingertips was mind blowing. Soft, but firm, and yet plush. Edward adored you, how could someone so sweet be doomed to this terrible city.

Pulled from his thoughts by a little movement of your arm, he held his breath for a moment before starting to back away.

He snuck through your small apartment and looked for any sign that you and Bruce had been entangled. Lucky for him he found nothing, this pleased him.

A dopey smile formed on his face and he softly chuckled to himself while in your room. “Perfect..” He was so giddy he was nearly skipping out of your room. Edward loved how you hadnt been ruined by Bruce yet. Surely it was because you knew his plan. He was convinced of this, staring at your sleeping form on the couch. He leaned down, setting a softer than a cloud, kiss on the top of your head. You stayed asleep not moving until he uttered out, “y/n, i do adore you..” he whispered. You then stirred slightly, mumbling something in you sleep and rolling around on the couch. He chuckled and with that he headed out for the night. Walking back home to the hotel with pink cheeks and a wide smile.

*You hadn’t even had time to check the numbers before rushing out of your apartment.

The day was bright and you weren’t really used to it but, you had to get started on sending out thank you notes to the extra staff for helping with the party last night. Usually it was pitch black on the streets but today it had been the drab haze of greys and blues. You pulled out your phone sighing as you called Ron. Unfortunately he didn’t answer, leaving you with the voicemail.

“Hey, I’m gonna be a little late this afternoon. I’m sorry the party must’ve gotten to me.” You joked and then hung up leaving him the message. Finally arriving not long after you rushed in to see Ron at the front desk and.. Wanda?

Jeez maybe this party really had gotten to you, your worlds were colliding all around you. First at the party with Edward and Bruce Wayne, and now with Ron and Wanda laughing at the counter.

Ron noticed you instantly and stood to greet you, “Hey y/n, I got your voicemail!” He called out as you walked to the pair. “Yeah, I’m really sorry about that.” You blushed embarrassed about being late. It wasn’t like you to not show up on time. “No worries, I was talking with this lovely lady here,” he gestured to Wanda leaning on the counter with a small stack of magazines in hand.

She chuckled waving at you, and Ron spoke again,”where have you been hiding her?” He teased. “Oh gosh, you stop it.” You laughed and then pulled off your jacket, folding it over your arm. “What’s the schedule for today?” You asked and walked towards the back room.

Ron and Wanda followed behind not worried about the empty lobby. “Well we’ve been working on some of the thank you notes and general clean up from last night. Mr.Wayne offered some extra help this morning so we got it taken care of pretty fast.” He shrugged.

You set down your bag and hung up your jacket nodding “Really? I’m a little surprised he was up this early.” You chuckled. “And why is that?” Wanda smirked raising a brow, “Uh.. well.” You sighed a flush covering your cheeks. You didn’t have a crush on Bruce, but still he was a powerful man who chose to help you personally walk home. “Well he walked me home last night..” you finally mumbled out. Wanda and Ron shared a soft gasp and it turned into a bustling laughter from Wanda. Meanwhile Ron had furrowed his brows a little, remembering how Edward had walked through the party last night after you’d left.

“Is that why the boy from 148B was upset?” He wondered. Your face fell from the blush into a concerned look.

“What do you mean?” You asked as Wanda stopped laughing, not knowing Edward she didn’t really understand why it was an issue. “Well yeah after you left he came back through with this just blank stare and it looked like he had been crying.”

Your heart fell at those words and you brought your hands to your temples. “Fuck.. Have you seen him this morning..?” You groaned leaning your head up. You felt horrid at the thought of hurting him, but you guys had been fighting.

Anyways he’d called you gullible, and when his voice rose you remember the slight fear you felt. But you couldn’t help feeling bad as he had apologized. “Not really, I don’t even think it matters.” Ron shrugged. “He leaves at the end of the month anyway.” You had all started walking back to the front continuing to talk. “Oh shit yeah.”

You sighed. “I gotta text him..” you grumbled and then Wanda raised her arms, “Guys I hate to be rude but who is this guy?” And that’s when you and Ron went through talking about him.

Wanda nodded after listening and then shrugged, “Well I don’t know about all of that but is he cute?” She teased you.

You chuckled feeling a little bold with the two older friends.

“Of course he is, otherwise I wouldn’t have taken him to the party.” You laughed but it was cut short when you saw Wanda and Ron’s faces turn pink.

You slowly turned around and your face heated up, flushed with color.

“H-Hey..” you barely stuttered out seeing Edward had been walking down the hall and must’ve heard you guys talking.

Especially the last part, seeing his face matched the color of yours. Both flustered and unsure what to say next, Ron and Wanda made their getaway to the back room.

#riddler 2022 #dbyllt #the riddler x reader #paul dano riddler #rat rites #paul dano #riddler x you #the riddler x y/n #batman 2022 #dano!riddler #edward nashton x reader #riddler #riddler fanfic #riddler x reader #the batman

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apparentlyaswarmofbees · 4 years ago

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hello pal!! your writing is so good, you do not KNOW how late i stayed up late night reading your stuff!! neither do i but that’s besides the point!!! can i request the brothers with an s/o who loves to crochet? cause when me and my homies get together you KNOW each person is going home with at least two big chunky sweaters. like those you only wear when you’re going to bed or when you know company isn’t coming. thank you, and have a good day beyb!!!

Ajdjdjjajwnfakneic it makes me giddy you spend so much time reading my stuff! ♡♡♡ and

B O I

I literally opened so many tabs on crochet things theyre all either so cute, cool or pretty! There was so many ideas I can't even-

I miss having crotchet things but they catch so much dust wdjakdjkakendka

And guess what? I got so excited I added the Undatables

The Brothers, The Undatables, MC and Crochet.

Lucifer

He had to blink a few times when the mug he usually used now had a really intricate crochet cozy around it.

He knew you had a passion for crocheting, but he didn't expect to be presented with something for himself. Specially not out of nowhere.

Don't worry though, he will straight up refuse to use any other mug and he will be so cranky for the entire day if his mug didn't have it's cozy around it due to it needing to be washed.

Please make three scarves for cerberus, p l e a s e. Lucifer will love it.

Mammon

Make him a coin pouch and make it animal themed.

He is basically so posessive of that little pouch we will not let anyone even breathe too close to it.

And you know what else you should make him?

A crochet hat with cat ears.

He will look so damn cute and he will be so smiley whenever he has a chance to wear it and he will look so proud.

The sight of him counting the money in his animal themed purse with a concentrated pout while wearing the hat can kill, k i l l.

Leviathan

The day you decorate a small aquarium with little crochet fish and aquatic plants is the day he will be sure that, if he died right there and then, he would die a happy man.

Also I bet that pouf thing besides his bathup is already so used it has already become quite unconfortable to sit on, so you know what?

Make him a crochet pouf.

You best believe it already has a curse put on it so that it will make anyone else who dares to sit on that pouf that aren't you or him without asking regret it for the rest of their lives.

Satan

This is how you can make Satan the happiest man alive:

Make crochet cat beds for the stray cats around the devildom, the sight of them snuggily curled up on them will be enough to get him in a good mood for days.

Make him a crochet book marker. If you want you can even make more than one, each referencing to a different genre so that he not only can mark down where he stopped but also match the marker with the story he is reading.

On the extra note, make a poop shaped crochet and just place it around the house and watch as Lucifer glares at it in offense.

Satan will forever love you.

Asmodeus

Make 👏 him 👏 a crochet 👏 scarf 👏

Choose any colors you think would look good on him and with his outfits, you best believe he will make one right back for you.

Also, crochet phone pouches and cases???? Y e s ???

With each present he gives a different level of screech.

There is a good chance of you guys getting so into crochet presents that at some point your entire bedrooms will be covered in crochet things made by each other.

Beelzebub

And finally, crochet sweaters.

Have you ever thought about being bear hugged by Beel while he is wearing a big crochet sweater because he is just so happy and at some point he even lifts you up from the floor?

Because I have.

And you know what else he would love? Crochet bags.

He will not carry his book in anything else, and he takes such a good care of it. Making sure to not place it anywhere dirty, washing it regularly and not carrying any type of food that can stain inside it.

He is baby.

Belphegor

This one is so obvious.

Crochet pillows? He basically can't sleep anywhere else. Crochet blanket? He basically wraps himself around it in a cocoon to the point only the top of his hair and maybe his toes are showing and it's just such a ridiculously cute sight.

Watch out because if you get too close to cocoon Belphie he may pull you inside too and you will not be getting out any time soon.

There is no better experience than being lifted up by Beel with him when you end up in said situation.

Solomon

Make him crochet socks.

And make them with the most ridiculously cursed color combinations you can manage.

He will wear them around Asmo just to piss him off.

Also crochet aprons are a thing???

Write something like 'kiss the cook' on it.

He definetelly is the type of person to love wearing those unironically.

If you want you can make a crochet replica of his wand. He will find it so cute.

Simeon

SIMEON WITH A CROCHET CARDIGAN.

Just

Imagine

And imagine him giving you a hug while wearing it.

Also crochet pencil toppers.

There is a good chance whenever he uses pencils now he will always take a moment to look at the cute topper and give a chuckle.

The sillier you make them the more smiley Simeon will get.

Luke

Crochet oven mitts!!!!!

This kid will be so happy he will bounce on his feet when you give it to him!

He will always use them when baking. In fact, sometimes he doesn't even need to use them but he will use them anyways.

Also, matching lucky charms!!

Teach him how to make it and he will surely make quite a few for everyone, each being a bit different from the other.

Diavolo

Cro 👏 chet 👏 plushie 👏

Make them just big enough to fit his hands and have yourself die at the sight of this hunk of a demon craddling a plushie and being so happy and giddy he gets blushy.

I personally recomend making him a dinossaur.

Also, make him a crochet bracelet.

He will always wear it when he can, he may even consider it a lucky charm for himself.

There is just something oddly endearing about having the Demon Lord wear a crochet bracelet.

Barbatos

And last but not least, just throw as many crochet cup mats and table covers as you can on this man.

Then just wait and watch as they slowly invade the daily life of the demon as he uses them around the castle.

It's there at the tea time under the cups and over the lunch table, it's there in the guests bedrooms decorating the bedsise desk, and it's there under his cup when he takes a small tea break in the kitchen.

He may not make much of a big deal about it but believe me when I say even Diavolo would fear him if he stained one of them even slightly.

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army-of-bee-assassins · 3 years ago

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Id love to hear your thoughts on Return of the Obra Dinn, if you have any youd like to share!

i really enjoyed return of the obra dinn!! when i started off it kinda made me feel weird and sad lol. but once i got into it that feeling went away and i was just enjoying the puzzle. i found the game because i'd seen it recommended for people who like outer wilds, and i have to say it definitely does scratch that itch of discovery and putting things together. i love finding things out of order and slowly but surely piecing together what happened. it was very satisfying to play and finish.

i'm gonna put a cut for spoiler-y talk, in case anyone hasn't played yet and may in the future. this is definitely a game you shouldn't be spoiled for if you want to enjoy it.

i did get stuck at one point, and blue @travismatagot helped me out. thank you blue!! i fully would have never found the body hanging outside the window without their help. that was what i needed to wrap up exploring everything. i DID then proceed to make a big oopsie. so i got every fate except the four people that escaped. i'd identified them and i figured they were alive but i was like. how the fuck am i supposed to know where they went?? this is because i fully did not pay attention to the name of the man who gave you the logbook and did not realize it was the fucking surgeon from the obra dinn who said he was living in morocco. i guess i thought my character was sent a logbook from someone who knew about the obra dinn but somehow wasn't on it?? makes no fucking sense in retrospect lol i was just not thinking. so because i couldn't figure out where these four people had escaped to, i assumed maybe it was something i would find out later along with the bargain chapter after i left the ship. so i left and signed the insurance form and then a year later i get a letter from one of the survivors being like "yeah the doctor died sorry you didn't figure out what happened anyway don't contact us again." and that was the end of the game. so i fucked that up a bit! and of course it auto saved after i'd left the obra dinn so i couldn't just go back to right before i left. so i started a new game and speed ran that shit as much as i could while being forced to sit through every death cut scene again lol. i had it muted and just watched youtube on my other monitor. then i did the fates for the four escapees correctly and and got the bargain chapter and beat the game properly.

i am proud to say i got almost all the fates on my own! some of them i did fully guess on tho. basically i would wait till i had two fates that i was pretty sure were right, and then for one i was stuck on i would just swap names around (usually narrowed down to a crew position or nationality) until it was right. i didn't have to do that on a lot of them, but some. i also had a hard time with the cause of death sometimes (miss lim? lovingly caressed to death?? "strangled" ending up working but apparently "clawed" also is accepted). the dude who died in the port walk was the hardest, mainly because the bosun's mate was one of the last people i identified. i could see this guy was probably getting shot by this bald dude but i could not figure out who it was for the longest time lol. also i completely lucked out on the fate of the dude who dies by firing line. there's four guys firing and i assumed you could pick any of them. i picked brennan, since he was the one guy i knew the name of at that point. turns out three of the four bullets miss and you have to pick the person whose bullet hit, which was brennan. so i got lucky there. if it had been wrong i probably would've gotten frustrated trying to figure it out.

anyway. sorry this got rambly but i really liked this game!! cool story cool puzzle cool graphics cool concept!! i've already told some of my friends about it and they are talking about maybe playing it so i'm excited to see what they think.

also fuck second mate nichols all my homies hate second mate nichols

#return of the obra dinn #thank you for the ask anon!!

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geminidentitycrisis · 3 years ago

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The Scent of Leather and Hairspray

Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada x F!reader ONESHOT

(WARNINGS! - swearing)

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Sooooooo, I have a new favorite Pro, I guess haha

I hope you enjoy, and if you're underage, pretend you're older because I get it, I'd be Hot For Teacher too, but he's not a pedo sorry......

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You sighed as, upon exiting the store where you just purchased a frozen drink, the men you passed to enter that store started catcalling you. Just what you needed at the end of a rough day...

"Hey Honey, you'd be cuter if you smiled...!"

"Don't listen to that shit, babygirl, you're sexy as hell, c'mere and hang out a while...?"

Ignoring them the best you could, you kept walking, but they didn't take that very well. "You think you're too good for us, that it, stuck up bitch? Where you think you're goin'?"

You could hear their footsteps approaching behind you and turned to face them after sipping from your drink.

"Guys, please, I've had a hell of a day today and my quirk would probably scar you both for life and what do you say we just don't do this, huh?"

They exchanged glances before fixing you with threatening glares. "You think you're tough, babygirl? We'll see how tough you are when we get through teaching you some respect..." the first one said.

"HEY!"

A voice called from behind you and suddenly an arm was draped gently around your neck. You froze, being caught off guard tended to prompt a panic response when you were so tired.

You smelled leather and an overwhelming scent of hairspray.

"What's the trouble, my homies? Pretty sure ya heard the lady, she ain't jammin' to the vibe ya layin' down, ya dig? Beat it."

Heart skipping a beat or two, your eyes grew wide and a blush flooded your cheeks. "That voice...?!"

You whipped your head up to see the one and only Present Mic.

"Ah! I knew it! I knew I recognized your voice, I catch your radio show every day! You're the Sound Hero, Present Mic!" he flashed a grin down at you, winking.

"Oooh, you've got good ears, Listener! Thanks for Hypin' me up like that! Always great ta meet a FAAAN!" he responded in his commentator voice.

One of your would be tormentors interrupted angrily. "Hey, peacock head, why don't you mind your business?"

"PEACOCK...?! You boys best get ta steppin', aight?! Don't make me beat you up in fronta this pretty girl!" he replied in annoyance after his attention was so aggressively stolen from you.

The blush came back in full force and you couldn't contain a dreamy sigh as your lashes fluttered, eyes lidding contentedly now that you felt safe again.

*he said I was pretty~!* you thought.

"You believe this banana hair lookin' motherfucker? You're about to get your ass whooped, fruity!" the other threatened.

"Hey bro, watch your language! There's a lady here!" with the arm around your shoulders, Mic carefully raised it and guided you behind himself as the two started walking towards you both.

"Enough..."

Another voice came suddenly from the other side of the parking lot and everyone, with the exception of the blonde who was guarding you, turned to see Eraserhead.

Suddenly these jerks weren't so confident.

"Get lost, both of you, and go straight home or I'll bring the two of you in right now for loitering and harassment." he said calmly but with deep authority.

Mic crossed his arms, glaring at the duo as they ran off after a mere moment of hesitation, his cheeks puffed out slightly. "What a couple creepozoids! You okay, Pussy Cat...?" he quickly spun around to check you out, striking a dramatic pose while pointing at you, the trademark grin already back in place.

You smiled up at him with admiration sparkling in your eyes, clasping the cup you held in both hands and tight to your chest, stepping closer to him.

"Yes, thanks to you! You're my Hero~!"

Mic felt his own chest swell with pride a bit, the grin on his face getting bigger as he relaxed his stance and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

Usually by now the damsel has already flung herself on Aizawa, but not only were you praising him, you recognized him from just his voice and he was impressed at that.

"I can't believe I was just rescued by my favorite Pro, I am your #1 fan! Please, are you patrolling the city tonight? Please let me buy you a coffee or tea or something?? Just as a thank you...?"

Hizashi laughed rather loudly, one hand emerging from his pocket to be placed over his chest.

"HAHA! Aaaww, how can I say NO when you ask so sweetly?! Coffee sounds like a rockin' idea right about now!"

"Ugh, we don't have time for this, Mic..." Eraserhead complained tiredly.

Eyes rolling in exasperation, the blonde groaned twice as loud. "ugGHHH!! Don't be such a buzzkill, yo! I'll get you one, too, just chill!" with that, he trailed after you back into the store.

You watched as he doctored up the coffee you poured for him, blushing again when he threw a hint of a smirk your way, using the tip of his finger to lift the gold tinted shades he wore and showing you his emerald green eyes. "Don't worry, I'll pay for my boring friend..."

Smiling, you bounced on your heels. "Damn right you will, I'm not HIS fangirl, after all..."

This promoted a slight blush to his face, but he maintained that knockout grin. "Ha! Well, good thing his best friend is here at least, lucky for him I tagged along tonight, huh??"

"Lucky for both of us..." came your soft reply from over your shoulder as you turned to walk away, your hips swaying temptingly had definitely not escaped his notice.

He followed you to the checkout counter and placed some money beside yours, his ungloved fingertips brushing against your own when he does. Leaning down closer to you, he cocked his head, pushing his shades down his nose this time and raising a brow.

"Does my #1 fan have a name...?"

Your smile bloomed again, blushing up at him. "It's _______...but I might prefer you calling me Pussy Cat...~"

Saying that last bit, you applied a sensual undertone which he picked up on instantly, making his blush spread over his face and grow darker as he chuckled in amusement.

When you guys walked out the door, you noticed Eraserhead seemed really annoyed but tried to ignore him, looking up at the Voice Hero hopefully.

"Listen, I know you're both busy, but if you have just one more second to spare, I can't tell you how much it would mean to me if I could get your autograph..."

Looking away awkwardly, he made a pained expression. "Aw, man, I dunno, we are kinda in a hurry here and stuff..."

You felt your heart sinking when he startled you with another loud laugh. "Hahaha, gotcha! JK! Of course I will, I ain't gonna leave ya hangin' like that, no way, that ain't my STYYYYYYYYLLLE!"

Giddy with excitement, you let out a tiny squeal, quickly fishing out a small notebook and pen from your purse as he set the cups down. When you handed it to him, his fingers brushed yours again, making you bite tenderly at your bottom lip.

They were so warm and soft...

He had started to whistle a cheerful little tune as he spun the pen between his fingers before starting to write in your book, it took longer than you expected, clearly longer than Eraser expected, too.

"Say goodbye to the girl, Mic, it's time to keep moving!" he didn't yell, exactly, too lazy, but he had raised his voice since last.

"YEAH, YEAH, I HEARD YA!!! Gimme a sec, ALRIGHT?!" the volume of the blonde's reply actually made your eardrums flinch and quiver this time, but you smiled anyway as he defended you again.

"There ya go! And hey, just to spite my buddy over there, I wouldn't mind walkin' ya home ta make sure ya get there safe."

The blush came right back, clutching the book to your heart, you gave a weak smile. "No, no, it's okay, really...I took up too much of your time already, and I only live around the corner from here..."

Eyes closing momentarily while you gathered yourself, you took a deep breath before confessing. "...I cannot express how grateful I am for you...not just for saving me tonight, but also for your talk show, hearing your voice over the radio gives me strength and motivation every week...it means the world to me...thank you..."

Beckoning him by flexing a finger, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a sweet kiss against his cheek when he leaned in curiously.

Eyes widening, his whole face became scarlet red and his grin stretched from ear to ear. "AW, YEAH!"

He jumped, pumping his fists in the air and then proceeded to shoot you with his finger guns while winking again. "Listen, I dropped my digits on that piece'a paper ya got there, Shawty...hit me up sometime if ya wanna chill! I'm down for whatever!"

You were caught off guard by that and checked the page he signed for you, finally reading what he wrote down as he rambled on as background noise about how he wasn't a creep like those other guys and you could say no without worrying about him making a scene, he just had to shoot his shot, I mean you DID kiss ME first ya know...

"For my #1 fan, _______...Thanks for the coffee and stay outta trouble! ...and maybe call or shoot a txt, if your feelin' this funky vibe, too? Live loud, Pussy Cat ;) don't ever let anyone try an put the mute on ya! XOXOX PRESENT MIC!!!"

Followed by his phone number, and there were little hearts drawn around the page.

You were already blushing when he surprised you again by returning your gesture and swooping in to plant a kiss on your cheek this time.

Reaching up to touch the spot, you smiled up at him shyly. "I can't wait...please be safe out there..."

"You got it! SEE YA SOON!" The Pro nodded vigorously, giving an enthusiastic wave of goodbye before grabbing his and Eraserhead's drinks, practically bouncing with every step.

It made you giggle, but you were trying not to get your hopes up too much. For all you knew, he gave his number out to every girl that asked him for a signature.

"Are you happy now...?" Shouta grumbled, taking the cup being offered as he turned to resume patrolling. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! HECK YEAH I AM! I'M ON CLOUD NINE RIGHT NOW, I JUST MET MY FUTURE WIFE!!!!!!!!"

You heard him very clearly, the blush traveling all the way down your neck this time, and you couldn't help another small giggle, your heart fluttering with happiness like the wings of the butterflies in your belly.

He just had that effect on you.

Glancing down at the notebook in your hand as you sipped your quickly melting frosty, you noticed in the bottom right corner was a little arrow, below which was written the word "flip".

You looked up again but the two Pro Heroes were already gone.

Curiously, you flipped over the page.

MARRY ME?!?!!

a. YES!!!!!

b. a

c. b

That smooth sonuvabitch had you blushing and giggling all night.

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coffeeastronaut · 2 years ago

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Insane to me that 13s finale was so bad like ik i literally quit watching during her run bc it sucked so bad but like. What. we got:

straight up incomprehensible plot with multiple irrelevant or unaddressed plot points beginning and then never getting finished or explained in any way (was was the master Rasputin? why did the plan have to happen in two different time periods? what were those two warring planets? why did we need the cybermen AND the daleks? why did the master use his big doe eyes to hypnotize those people?)

Comprehensible plot points that were botched (matryoshka cyberman, kidnapped energy source alien thing, ai holo doctor, yaz being/becoming the doctor in her own right, the doctor has so many friends forever and thats why shes a winner, master x doctor haties 4ever, yaz wondering if she’ll get left behind like other companions/being worried abt turning into them, dan leaving)

Comprehensible plot points that were stupid as shit (the master needing ace and tegan for the matryoshka.. he couldn’t have just kept it in his pocket? forced regeneration into the master so that he can wreck her reputation for some reason? siesmologists being kidnapped and also he graffitied some paintings (for some reason?) and these things are Clearly Related Duh. master wants to um, be the doctor for some reason? yeah im not touching that one frankly. the doctor suffering zero consequences from forced regeneration only to get laser beamed to death but then shes fine to like get ice cream and chit chat but she is dying. Dont think abt it too much.)

chibby coincidence catastrophe. this cunt loves to not write cause and effect lets just get lucky or slip or trip or fucking whatever. teagan slipping on that ladder so that she can get jumpscared but then it’s fine actually she can just slide away like dark souls, graham just like idk chilling and running into ace in the dalek lave pit, random traitor dalek (who is immediately killed and never relevant again???) just happens to contact the doctor just in time for the other daleks to use it as a trap????

and like on top of all this it had so many moments where you can practically feel chibnall begging the audience to get hype bc look xyz thing is here from previous thing on the show! like w/ the classic companions coming back (and i do love them! But WHERE was the relevancy beyond making yaz uncomfortable bc they both left in bad circumstances. Where was it.), or all of the doctors homies showing up to pilot the tardis with her (you WISH you were the stolen earth you WISH-), or the fugitive doctor (sorry i didnt watch that ep. but i know enough to know it was nothing more then a callback.), or seeing all the other doctors in 13s like dreamscape place or whatever the fuck (and what was the point of that? she just idk says hi guys! and then sits in there and waits? hello?), the companion support group (cute concept! joked abt in fandom for years! but so lame in execution im sorry!), UNIT being involved for some reason (this is the least egregious imo, since it slotted neatly into the plot. however since they didnt do anything other then say hey doc check out these paintings! ahhughh cybermen! it’s still stupid as shit.) ace and graham flirting for some reason???? LIKE WHAT WAS THE POINT HERE. Dan leaving (why didn’t he leave at the end of last episode when he was clearly thinking about it??) like ten minutes into the episode, and the doc is like okay bye! [leaves him homeless on the street] like what horrible pacing that was. And where the hell was ryan? Dan and graham come pick yaz up and ryan is no where to be seen. Maybe he could smell the bad vibes and stayed home. Christ

Yaz especially felt just soooooo botched and shitty. As i said before i quit watching after 13’s first season, but i did catch the last five min of the sea devils and even just there it was. Pretty fucking clear that they were confessing love to one another, but we ~cant be together ever~ (says the cunt whos had countless kinda-sorta-girlfriends and at least one wife!) because itll ~be sad~ (you wish you were tenrose you WISH-).

Her competence at flying the fucking tardis, delegating tasks, planning, and executing on all of it was flawless! that’s an insane level of skill for a companion to have, only ever shown in new who with River Song, and outliers like Doctor-Donna, Bad Wolf Rose, or whatever that was with immortal Clara. To have her do all that, especially with such success… it’s crazy. Usually we only see that level of competence from ex-companions, like Martha, Micky, dimension-hopping Rose, or Sarah Jane.

Both those things said. You’re telling me. The Doctor is regenerating. So. Yaz is just. Gonna go home? What? Not even that the the doctor intentionally abandoned her- although, arguably she did- just. She’s leaving i fucking guess. For no reason? After all that? I understand it’s partially a writing thing and mandip leaving the show or whatever, but like, that was seriously the best you can do? She just dips and goes to a support group?

And that feeds into a greater problem with the episode, the idea that all of this works bc the doctor has all these friends. And then she just like. Leaves. She just dips. Hits the fucking bricks ALONE. and again it’s partially the writer swap i’m sure. But what on Gods Green Fucking Earth. Not to mention it all hinges on her having friends but none of them seem to actually like her or be friends with her. it’s like houseplants instead of characters.

absolutely a shameful end to a shameful run of the show. I really hope that jodie/13 get the chance to come back under better writers in the future for audio dramas or whatever.

in conclusion, tldr, or whatever: jesus christ that shit

SUCKED

#mi #long post #good parts of the ep: im a sucker for high saturation sorry it looks baller. sacha as the master is a delight even if his writing is just #fucking ATROCIOUS he’s nice to look at thanks to costuming for putting him in cute outfits.#it’s hard to fully enjoy his acting when the material really is just. so shit. but i do like his choices and his mannerisms hes fun.ty sacha #umm… colors and sacha… um….. idk i guessthe master’s jokerfied tardis was good. ehhhh #dont get me started on the dt regen . glad to see the man but Hello? Hello? Hello?#erm. i should tag this as a long post. and also as dw so that my friends can filter this but i do NOT want this showing #up in the tags like at all. i dont want to be a prick to ppl who liked it and also i dont want to get killed by doctor who fans who thought #this was baller. sorry to jodie whittaker fans too. im sorry she sucked and i cant tell how much is her and how much is chibnall. augh.#tagged this as long post. sorry to my non-dw mutuals for my long haterism post.

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gh0styyt0astyy · 3 years ago

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"You can hide from me forever~?" .. emm.. maybe you can do this we hank?(lee hank if it is ok?) No presure

✨ [Run and hide] ✨

( anon. anon *holds ur shoulders* i loved this prompt thank you )

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⭐️ [Summary] — If you asked Hank how he got into this situation, he’d much rather die than say anything. (Lee!Hank and Ler!Deimos + Ler!Sanford)

fellas is it gay to platonically cuddle your homies after they absolutely wreck your shit

key: deimos hank sanford

⭐️ [Warnings] — TICKLE FIC; MILD LANGUAGE; AND CUDDLING AT THE END; if you don’t like then please just scroll on T_T

⭐️ [Prompt(s)]: “You can’t hide from me forever!”

✨ Enjoy ! ✨

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“Haaaaaank!” Deimos’ gruff voice echoed down a hall; a quiet snicker in his tone as he looked for the merc. Hank, who was currently staked out in a dark room (had the rooms always been this dark? How’d he never notice this?), held his breath.

Putting a hand on the doorframe, Hank leaned out slightly and stared into Deimos’ back.

The shorter guy seemed to be too busy with looking in the complete wrong direction that Hank started calculating his options. Hank had been stalking around this shitty “apartment” that he, Dei and Sanford all called home (Temporary home at least. It’s hard to keep a stable base of operation in this shitty, genocidal state okay?) for at least an hour now. Deimos wanted something from Hank; and whatever game Deimos was playing the taller man didn’t want any partake in it.

“Cmon, Haaank. You can’t hide from me forever now!” Deimos called out again, but beginning to turn around now. Shit. Hank quickly darted into a different room, one with a little more light. At least he could see now.

…However he failed to realize that Deimos could see the faint outline of a shadow, which is ironic really; seeing as how Hank; a 6’6 man can fit inside a tiny crate with no one noticing, yet he forgets to cover his tracks of a shadow.

Deimos’ footsteps came closer to the room Hank sheltered in, and Hank started to crawl backwards to the closet. ‘Shit- shit- shit.’ Hank opened the closet door and quickly stepped inside. Deimos suddenly leapt into the room, a sound of vague disappointment rumbling in his throat. “Damn.”

Hank felt a very light breath leave his chest as he slowly slid down the wall. Maybe Deimos had finally given up his chase. As Hank waited for Deimos to leave the room, he listened to the quieting footsteps. The goggled man silently opened the closet door and looked out, spotting no sign of Deimos. He began to slowly step out of it.

His legs were quickly and suddenly swiped out from under him, causing him to land roughly on his chest with a solid “oof” and a wheeze when something plopped heavily onto his back. “There you are!” Hank could hear the grin in Deimos’ voice.

“Uagh- get off of me you lug.” Hank grunted, reaching back and swatting at one of Deimos’ knees. “Hank, you’re good at hiding, know that? Had me in circles for an hour! You ever play hide and seek when you were a kid?”

Hank was having none of it as he continued to swat and push at Deimos. (Sure the man was significantly shorter than him, but damn; bitch could put some weight when he wanted.) Deimos hummed as he put his head in a hand. “Okay well obviously you wanna move on. So let’s do that! While we’re at it…” A different hand went down to between Hank’s shoulder blades, causing the merc to tense. “Let’s chat! You remember how you crushed my cigs a bit ago?”

Hank did remember that.

“Aaand how you spilled water on me for no reason?”

Hank remembered that too. (And, also Deimos, for your information; it was not for no reason you will NOT burn down another temp home.)

“Oooh or- or how about the time you threw that huge ass centipede at me? Remember that one?”

…Hank remembered that one, as well. Very vividly, might he add.

Hank nodded and Deimos did too. “Yeah. I remember all those too. Especially that last one you asshole.” Hank shrugged. “I mean, it was a little amusing.” Deimos feigned hurt as he put a hand to his chest. “You wound me, Wimbleton.”

Hank started to get antsy now, as he shifted underneath Deimos’ weight. “Will you get off me? Or are you just going to keep me here.” Deimos grinned again. “Antsy, Hanky? Daw okay. I guess I can get on with it.”

“It?” What the hell was “it?” Hank narrowed his eyes under his goggles and when he tried to look back at Deimos three fingers suddenly dug into the soft area between Hank’s shoulders. Oh. Oh that was it. Hank felt his eyes suddenly shoot open as he fell completely limp to the floor, electricity running up his back. His body shuddered with repressed… laughter? Noises. “Deimos—“ Hank spoke through gritted teeth, feeling lucky for the mask covering his betraying face. “Hank.” Deimos answered back. Hank felt himself trying to writhe away from Deimos to no avail. “Shihit.” He hissed, mentally cursing himself.

“Ahha! That’s the response I’m looking for!” Deimos said, taking his other hand and tapping against Hank’s ribs. Making the downed man make a strangled noise into the crook of his elbow. “Pihihihiss ohohoff-!” Hank growled, tried to growl. It was hard to be intimidating with fingers wiggling on your ribs and your back. Deimos was slow, methodical for a moment… before the hand on Hank’s back went from slowly moving to clawing at his shoulder blades. “SHIHIHIT! Deihihihimos you sohohon of a—!” Hank suddenly erupted; Deimos letting out a victorious and satisfied laugh. “Right here is bad? Damn, and I’ve only just started!” Hank tried thrashing his shoulders to get away from Deimos’ hands.

Deimos snickered mischievously, repositioning himself on top of Hank and sitting on his waist instead. “Y’know what Hank? This is super interesting,” Deimos said, one hand continuing to torture Hank’s shoulder blades as the other hand trailed back and forth from his ribs and his sides. “You’re, like, Nevada’s most dangerous Mercenary. And yet I haven’t even been thrown into a wall!” Deimos added, grinning at Hank’s misfortune as the man went limp again. “I hahahahate yohohou—“ Hank hissed through gritted laughter. “Have you even tried getting me off?” Deimos ignored Hank’s previous statement. As Hank began to lift himself with his elbows, Deimos’ hand suddenly shot underneath him and started prodding at his stomach. “YOHOHOHOU BIHIHIHIHITCH!” Hank fell back down.

That’s when a quiet *ahem* and knock on the doorframe made both the men look up. Sanford stood there, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and an amused look. “Dei, what are you doing to Hank?” He asked, and Hank felt Deimos’ hands slow down until they came to stop. Deimos snickered evily and put a knee on Hank’s back to keep him down. Hank didn’t like that, didn’t trust that evil giggle from Deimos— so he began trying to escape. “San, y’know what I found out?”

Oh shit. He wouldn’t. “What’d you find out, bud?” Deimos you’d better not. “Did you know that Nevada’s most wanted, dangerous Mercenary is ticklish?” That son of a bitch. “Oh, really now?” Goddamnit.

Sanford was waved over by Deimos, and the two started whispering to each other. Hank tried to listen in but to no avail. Suddenly the weight on his back was lifted and Hank tried to shoot away quickly.

But he was grabbed around the waist and pulled back into a heavy chest. Sanford’s arms held onto him tightly as they went back to the floor, except now Hank was sitting up. (Which was better, actually, because being sprawled on the floor like that really isn’t comfortable.) Sanford’s arms were hooked under his, crossed tightly against his chest and keeping him in place.

Deimos was sat at Hank’s legs, grinning at him with a look that could only mean chaos.

“I swear to God.” Hank rumbled, pushing against his captors. Deimos gave an evil chuckle as his hands curled into claws. “Deimos I’m warning you.” Hank pushed at Deimos with his foot, neither of them really acknowledging the now dirty shoe print on Deimos’ jacket. “One.” Deimos said.

…Excuse him?

“Two.” Sanford’s low voice followed.

Hank started wriggling in Sanford’s arms with a little more strength.

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“THREE!” Suddenly both the men yelled— and Hank lost his shit. Deimos’ clawed hands tasering into Hank’s ribs and Sanford’s kneading into his hips. “OHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOD! YOU AHAHAHASSHOHOHOHOLES!” Hank suddenly shrieked in laughter. (It was so much louder than his voice, louder than his usual tone. It surprised all of them and Hank wasn’t sure if he liked the volume coming from himself.) Hank writhed in Sanford’s arms as he fought against himself. “Holy shit! Dei, you weren’t joking!”

“I know! Hank, you’re incredibly lucky that it’s just us who know about this!”

Hank thought about the idea of someone else finding out about…this. Whatever “this�� was. Hank wanted to say something but all he could get out was that loud, wheezy laughter. And eventually he stopped trying to fight it, he went limp in Sanford’s hold and gave in. “SHIHIHIHIT! I’m gOHOHNNA KIHIHILL YOU TWHOHOHO!” You know, it’s really hard to be threatening when you’re being undone. His nerves felt like they were being electrocuted and were on fire, Hank’s legs kicked slightly. “GOHOHOD DAHAHAHMN IT! MOHOHOHOVE YOUR HAHAHAHANDS!”

Suddenly it stopped— Deimos’ hands stopped at least. Sanford’s were at his ribs now, poking and prodding between each bone. Hank screwed his eyes shut; Sanford’s hands were so slow and methodical it was driving Hank up the wall. Hank’s face was warm, completely undone to giggling. It was embarrassing.

“San, you wanna know something else?” “Deimohohos.” “Hit me, Dei.” “You behehtter nohohot!” “Hank’s scars are way more ticklish than the rest of him.” “You bihihihitch!”

That bastard. “Reaaaally now?” Sanford’s voice was low again, close to Hank’s neck. Deimos nodded. “Yuh uh.” Hank tried to squirm out again. “I hahahate you!” He listened as Deimos drew in a big, deep breath and felt as his shirt was lifted. (He knew today was a bad day to go without his jacket.) “Deheheheimos I swear to Gohohohod!”

Hank had literally no time to process anything before—

PBBBFFFTRRTTTT!

“OH SHIHIHIHIT! SHIHIHIHIT SHIHIHIT SHIHIT!” Hank squealed, he squealed. (Hank never wanted to die on the spot more than in that moment. Do you think that he could find Jeb or Tricky or someone to strike him down after this?)

Deimos had raspberried Hank’s stomach— against a huge ass scar that went from his left hip, over top and across his navel and to the right side of his ribs.

And Sanford had started blowing smaller raspberries against Hank’s neck, again, on the scars that went across it.

Hank literally felt like he was about to die in that moment. “OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHY I YEHEHEHEHILD! I YEHEHILD! I’M GONNAHAHAHA DIHEHEHEHE! STOAHAHAHAHAP!” Hank gasped, writhing and kicking his legs. And it was like that, the sensations just stopped. Phantom feelings buzzing through his body and against his skin. “Ohohoh my gohohd.” Hank breathed, his body somehow going limper against Sanford’s. Deimos grinned and Sanford laughed lightly. Hank felt Deimos press against his chest and a light squeeze of a hug from Sanford.

Hank panted lightly, cursing the two mentally. Deimos just grinned up at Hank. “Sooo. I think San and I win!” Sanford hummed in agreement as he nodded grinning too as he bonked his head against the back of Hank’s. “Somehow that went way better than I had expected it to go.”

“You two better sleep with one eye open tonight.” Hank threatened, feeling his body physically relax against Sanford and Deimos. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say.”

#ghosty.replies #ghosty.keysmash #writing #tickle fic #sfw tickle fic #mc tickling #lee!hank #ler!deimos #ler!sanford

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wornoutmouse · 4 years ago

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I know I have requests I need to do, hop-off my massive bbc.

Don’t know how the “sugar association” works so I’m winging it.

-Clueless DILF Endeavor with his chocolate sugar baby

-romantic fluff

-dribble of Dabi angst

This was never a hobby in life that Endeavor ever thought he’d partake in. In fact, a long time ago he had even ridiculed the old men that found comfort in the presence of a young woman who was only after their money. Yet here he was, 20 years later and a lot older, treating you to coffee.

Well, he had coffee, he doesn’t know what sugary abomination in donut form you were currently devouring. You sat across from him kicking your legs rapidly and taking in his house decor. As you licked your fingers you finally focus your eyes on him and they twinkle with the slightest mischief.

“I can tell this is your first time doing this.” Endeavor nodded with wide eyes looking as if he was ready to bolt at any minute. You stretch your arms above you and dust donut crust off your blouse, “Well I guess I can show you the ropes, but that’ll cost you.”

With a pained expression, Enji reached for his wallet before being cut off by a loud cackle, specifically yours. When you finished your hysterics, of course not without wiping a fake tear, you straightened up in your chair.

“You are so lucky, you got my attention, anyone else would have robbed you blind.” Endeavor raised an eyebrow disbelieving, “Isn’t taking my money the whole point of this arrangement?” Tilting your head in thought, you shrugged, “Yeah I guess you’re right.”

You cross your legs and intertwine your hands with a more serious look on your button features. “So first we must establish the rules that you have and then mine.” Endeavor nodded in understanding before gazing off in thought. Coming to a quick decision, he sits up straighter as well; tall frame towering over you even in a sitting position.

“Well number one, the cookies in the right-hand cabinets are my daughter’s, she stores them here to hid from her brother when he visits her house. So I’d greatly appreciate it if you didn’t take them.” You held your hand up for silence in fear you couldn’t contain your laughter.

“What I mean is, what are you expecting from this relationship? A friend, a caretaker, intimacy?” You stand up and walk over to Endeavors damn near cowering form. You sit down on his massive left leg and cross your legs in a relaxed manner.

Endeavor strained to not look down at your opened shirt as you crossed your tan arms under them. “I guess, I-I’m looking for a companion.” You looked up at Endeavor for a long while.

The ex-number 2 hero seemed rather stressed for someone who had not been on the battlefield. His previous 4-o’clock shadow had long since grown in as dim red that flickered in the light as if it would catch ablaze at any moment. He had deep crows feet surrounding eyes that never smiled and his previously blue eyes had naturally went gray.

“Honestly homie, you look like you need a friend.” You stand up and take your place back in your chair before pulling out another bag of diabetes. “Homie..?” “Anyways, I think I can give you just what you need.” Pulling out your phone, you hand it out to him expectantly and he takes it gingerly.

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From that moment on, you and Todoroki Enji had become the strangest friends the world had ever seen. Of course, half the world had seen through the bullshit and declared you nothing more than a hired escort there to make Endeavor feel less lonely after his villainous marriage came to light.

No matter how you looked at it, that fact was true, but this had been the best “job” you’ve ever had in a while. On Sundays, you met him for tea and finger sandwiches that you ate over a game of chess that Endeavor happily taught you how to do, in return for you to teach him ‘spades.’

Enji, being the recluse that he was his entire life, didn’t bring much to the table in regards to activities to do and at times it felt like you were getting paid to keep him alive emotionally. So with the generousness of your heart, you add some of your own favorite things to do.

Movie nights were a must and you made it a goal to introduce him to some black classics like “The Wiz.” “Good Times” and such. The look on your roommate’s face when they walked in on you in the old man in matching bunny onesies (against his will of course) digging out to the Golden Girls theme songs.

You brought him Jamaican food you made at home to try and he particularly enjoyed fufu….by itself...alone. He would also try to return the food favor by making traditional Japanese dishes….well he sure as hell tried.

“How do you not know how to make rice, isn’t this you guys’ base dish of life?!” You grunted as you used a fork to scrape at the decommissioned rice cooker, “I followed the instructions it says 250 minutes!” Enji stood next to you like a lost child, holding a large back of rice.

You press against the bag and squint at the nutrition label. Enji wearily looked at the once edible black tar in the pot, yelling in pain as you hit him with your fork. “Negro, that is carbohydrates 250 milligrams!” You ordered take out that day.

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Like all no-strings-attached agreements of the world, someone caught feelings. You don’t know if it was you, seeing Endeavor being defeated by the lack of affection your iguana gave him, or if it was him, watching you joking around with his daughter and son, even tossing him a bag of food when he went on a hopeless visit to see Touya in prison.

“What is this?” You slide your hands down the front of his chest to smoothen the wrinkles left. “Look, I know he hasn’t let you visit him yet, but just in case he does, I learned that healing over food never hurts.” it was equally as heartbreaking when Enji came back with dried tear tracks, stone-faced while cradling singed bread.

“Maybe next time Enji.” You watched, lips pursed.

I didn’t know how to finish it off but i didn’t want to delete or leave it sitting there.

#endeavor fluff #blackreader #bnha x black reader #bnha fluff #endeavor x reader

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