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poisonousquinzel · 6 months ago
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also also also the idea of Harley returning to crime in Gotham in a Full Evil Villain way can't work because she literally knows who Batman is at this point.... she's known since like 2020-2021 in the Joker War arc...
Like,,,, if they're not on good terms, she really has no reason to not tell the rest of the rogues that he's Bruce Wayne. Joker probably keeps it to himself because he's an obsessive loser.
But Harley's not stupid. She knows how much revealing his identity could fuck with him. Hell, she also knows Tim has a boyfriend !!! she could cause so much havoc for the batfam and it just.... it'd set back so much of her development to make her regress back into Full Evil Villain mode...
and people are praising it like "maybe there's hope for modern Harley" y'all really hate comic characters developing huh?
I'm sorry but that's so lackluster and boring. It'd be a pathetic character arc.
Character development is literally needed when they're the main focus, if she was still just the jester henchwoman from Joker's Favor then fine, she'd be a random member of the clown posse.
But she's not.
I have no idea why this fandom is particular seems so hellbent against real development and growth ...
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portmantaur · 5 months ago
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healing & learning to legitimately cope are so good when you get to see the dividends but it’s a lifelong journey that also kind of requires you to be proud of yourself for things that sometimes sound objectively silly & thus you have to judge (for my own part, largely incorrectly) who you can effectively and reasonably share that with
sure sure i get that “i avoided starting like 15 inconsequential arguments about stuff i misunderstood today” sounds like something that shouldn’t take effort to most ppl but it’s very difficult for ME, Debra, i have Chronically Confused And Annoyed Combative Bitch Disease let me HAVE THIS
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spxllcxstxr · 1 month ago
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At Least in that Life • S
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Summary: Ekko finds that Silco is alive and well with his wife by his side in the alternate timeline. He feels the need to tell you about it
Warnings: fem!reader (called wife at some points), no pronouns used though I believe, canon death mention, AU mention, implied Timebomb, angsty : ) , mentions of canon unhealthiness that comes with living in the Undercity, timeline is screwy but idc and neither should you LOL
Word Count: 2.3k
A.N: listen, i know he was a little fruity with Vander in the AU BUT i still need this man desperately, don't worry about the timeline i stg, this is actually pretty sad lmao, have fun with it
Ekko stares at the man behind the bar; face simultaneously instantly recognizable and drastically changed. The scar was the same mangled mess across one side of his face, but that was where the similarities ended.
In his timeline, Ekko remembers Silco as a cruel bastard with only room in his heart for his wife and Jinx. He never smiled nor ever had reason to. This Silco had a glint of brightness in eyes, even in the orange mutated one, that he would've never associated with the crime lord. The boy stands there, facing the middle-aged man in front of him as he waves his goblet around, body flowing with movement; no strain evident in his posture.
He's talking, Ekko knows this, they're all speaking to him like they aren't either dead or an enemy. But they aren't--these versions of the people he once knew in his own timeline are different.
His eyes drift briefly to you, teeth bared in a smile he hasn't seen since he was a child. You look like that one day, seemingly ages ago, when you kept and eye on him, Powder, and Violet, just days before the uprising. At that point you hadn't been corrupted by the deaths of your closest friends or your husband's vile need for justice. You had a sort of youth to you, though your hair was twinged with greys like Vander's and Silco's, you were practically wrapped around his slender frame, gesturing wildly.
Life had not just been given to Vander, but to you and Silco as well.
His breath hitches and his head throbs with a sharp pain unlike any other.
Ekko squeezes his eyes shut, the vibrancy of the Anomaly imprinted on the backs of his eyelids. Distantly, he hears Powder's voice, like a song in his ear, with a type of kindness he's almost completely forgotten.
When he snaps back to reality, whatever that now meant, he was sitting at a table, away from the bar, with Powder to his right and Mylo and Claggor across from him. They watch him, expecting him to act normal, like he was meant to be here.
"I think you might actually be going crazy," Powder laughs, the sound like a sweet summer breeze as it drifts by him. Her eyes scan over him worriedly.
Ekko swallows roughly, willing the wave of sickness to pass quicker. "I--I'm fine. I think I'll just grab water or something?" Swiftly he rises from his seat, partially unbalanced. He hates that his clothes are a perfect fit and his shoes are comfortable enough he can wiggle his toes around.
He walks to the bar, the sounds of rowdy laughter and girlish giggles surrounding him. The ease of it all is overwhelming.
"What'll you have, Ekko? Your usual?"
Ekko glances at you, taking you in now that you're within arm's reach. The only sign of age are your laugh lines around the corners of your lips. Gone are the sunken, tired eyes and ghastly paleness of skin caused by the contaminated air of the Undercity. You were healthy; sure there were a few scrapes here and there, but your cheeks were filled out, Ekko noticed.
"U-usual?" He manages to croak out before the silence got too concerning.
Obviously worried, your brows furrow and lips purse. "I'll just get you a water then, huh? You're not acting like yourself." You busy yourself, bringing up a glass from the shelf at your knees.
Silco is on the other side of the bar, talking to strangers with Vander. He barks out a laugh, nothing he's ever heard before, and runs his free hand through his already ruffled hair.
The glass clinks on the wooden table in front of him, snapping him out of his trance.
"Are you sure you're ok, Ekko? You don't look so good..." You place the back of your hand to his forehead, reaching over the bartop. The coolness of your skin brings him relief, but he knows you're not going to find he has a high temperature. Physically, he was mostly fine. Mentally, however, was another story.
He thinks about how most of these people are dead men walking or empty shells of their former selves back where he's from. Ekko can't shake the empty feeling he has in his heart.
This was the way things should have been.
"So how are things with you and Silco?" He asks, ignoring your previous question as you bring your hand back to your side.
Leaning against the bar you inspect him for just a moment longer. The boy picks up his glass and almost drains it in one go, which seems to satisfy you for now.
"Me and Sil?" You glance at him quickly, face burning. "We're married, kid, we bicker and are right pricks to each other...but in the end we love each other more than anything in the world. That's how it goes." You sigh, resting your head in one of your hands thoughtfully. "Why do you ask?"
Ekko fiddles with the collar of his shirt. "He just seems so happy. Despite...everything, y'know?"
Lips tilt down slightly in a solemn frown. "It was hard for him, forgiving, that is. He thought we had to endure bloodshed to assert Zaun's rightful existence; he thought it was the only way to get Piltover to listen." Your eyes glance down to the polished wood holding you up. "It was all he knew. And after the incident...after losing our friends and his eye...it was all just a hard pill to swallow."
Silco's laugh once again echoes through the air. You smile immediately, head perking up at the mere noise of your husband. "I never thought I'd see him smile after what we lost--after Vander's wakeup call." Ekko watches as your eyes grow wet with unshed tears. "But here he is, my Silco, living the life he always dreamt of..."
"And you?" Ekko shifts from side to side, feet shuffling below him.
"What about me?" You ask, willing the tears away, busying yourself with wiping the countertop between the two of you.
"Are you happy as well?"
For a moment, you pause, pondering the weight of his question. Ekko, the boy you've come to treat as your son, the boy you trust your Powder with, looks at you like you're not quite right. His eyes gaze into your soul with an intensity that's hard to decipher.
Little moments from your life flash before your eyes; swaying to music with Silco in your kitchen as dinner cooks on the stovetop, you and Vander venturing into Piltover to get more supplies for the bar, Silco's soft gaze and his warm lips against your skin.
"I never thought I could ever be this happy." You tell him truthfully, voice just slightly above a whisper.
Something breaks in his eyes, in his demeanor, but he nods anyway. Something wasn't right--that much was obvious, but before you're able to pick his brain he leaves you at the bar, almost sprinting back to Powder and his friends. She greets him with a smile but her fingers twitch nervously under the table.
With a huff you attend to the other patrons at the bar, occasionally catching Ekko's eye as you walk around your space. He watches you and Silco work in tandem like husband and wife. Even with Ekko's mind already severely overwhelmed with the world around him, he notices when your fingertips purposefully brush when handing glassware over to the other and the small kisses that accompany some flirtatious or loving remark. His head spins and senses buzz with the overload of what could have been.
He leaves without saying goodbye to you or Silco, thought you do call out to him before he exits, you, wrapped in Silco's arms.
"I don't know how to tell you this--or even if I should tell you this." Ekko sits in front of you, tinkering with his hoverboard. Jinx stands feet away, quietly eavesdropping while glancing over blueprints she probably already knows by heart. "But Jinx said you might wanna know."
With a frown already etched into your face, you raise your eyebrows at him. You hadn't spoken to Ekko in years especially since Vander's betrayal of your husband and Vi's abandonment of Jinx. But with Piltover and Zaun under attack, he requested your presence with the Firelights. You parted ways with your husband's right hand man Sevika, hoping that you would see each other again, but predicting that that simply wasn't realistic.
"Just spit it out, kid." You reply, exhaustion lacing your words. Fatigue had infiltrated deep in your bones; Silco's death had taken a large toll on you--you were the last of you little makeshift family alive, though Vander was dead to you long before his final breath left his body.
You were quite the contrast to you counterpart in the alternate timeline. Ekko knew this before, but the accentuated frown lines and lifelessness that surrounded your very being just hit him full force.
He takes a deep breath, cautious of how you were going to react. "I went to an alternate timeline and Silco was alive there." Ekko forces out in one breath.
You stare blankly at the boy, your mind somehow not registering what he was saying.
"That was my reaction too..." Jinx murmurs, her voices echoing in the vastness of her metal lair.
A wave of vertigo washes over you, submerging you in its depths. It's hard to breathe. But somehow you will yourself to stay calm in present company. Now was not the time to be weak.
"An alternate timeline?" You manage to ask weakly, drawing your arms closer to your chest and uneasily wrap them around your frame.
"Don't even ask me to explain it because I don't think I could," Ekko chuckles humorlessly. "But it was a timeline where Zaun and Piltover were at peace, where you could openly cross the bridge and not worry about what would happen to you. Zaun and Piltover thrived together."
You scoff at the notion, shaking your head in disbelief. "Are you sure this wasn't a dream?"
"No. This was real." Ekko's deep brown eyes gaze into yours, something painful swimming in his irises. He's different from the boy you once knew; he's seen something, dealt with something he had lost--had to leave behind. The seriousness laced in his tone convinces you.
You nod, indicating that he can continue as you pick at your nails. You try to brace yourself for whatever he's about to say, but you can't. There was no way to predict what was going to come out of his mouth. But the thought of Silco being alive somewhere kills you inside; your stomach churns and your heart aches for your one and only.
Ekko only sighs before explaining to you what he saw, occasionally pausing to recollect his thoughts or add another component onto his hoverboard.
He tells you about the Silco that could have been--should have been--yours. How his laughter filled the already boisterous main room of The Last Drop, how when a certain song played he would drop everything just to twirl you around behind the bar. Ekko described the brightness of his once clouded eyes and the genuine smile that was always present on his face. Your love was so palpable wherever the two of you went.
Powder confessed once, he told you, while looking over countless notes and equations late at night, that if she were to ever get married, she would want exactly what you and Silco had.
Ekko has you clinging onto each sentence trying to savor each and every word as if you were on your deathbed. You try to picture him in your mind, the greying tousled hair, healthy figure, and tendency to smile. The images are faint against the darkness of your eyelids, blurry from the passage of time.
"He's happy?" You ask quietly.
Ekko nods.
"And am I--Is she happy?" You ask again, stuttering at the thought that this person was not you. You were not the one sharing these intimate moments with your husband; these were strangers, who you could've been.
Again, Ekko nods silently, eyes cast downwards.
You feel your bottom lip start to tremble and tears fight to escape and fall down your cheeks. The lump in your throat grows bigger.
What could've been had haunted you ever since Vander's attack on Silco. It had loomed over you and your husband and suffocated you after his death. To know it was so much sweeter than you ever could have imagined...
Your breathing is uneven when Ekko finally stops talking; other than your labored breath the room was silent. You attempt to collect your thoughts and your emotions but they keep slipping through the cracks between your fingers.
"I shouldn't have told you..." Ekko mutters, apologetically. Eyes swimming with pity, he lays a comforting paint-stained hand on your shoulder. Behind him, Jinx stares blankly down at her boots.
"No it's ok, kid." You sigh, willing away the waves of tears threatening to spill over. "It was good to hear."
"Really?" He looks at you, unconvinced.
"It's good to know that me and Silco get a happy life, y'know?" Your attempt at a small smile partially works, but Ekko can still see the distraught written so clearly all over your face. "One where we can smile and laugh and live. If it couldn't be here, I'm happy it was at least in another lifetime."
Ekko helps you stand, still concerned for you.
With an uneven sigh you turn away from Ekko and Jinx who watch you intently, projects forgotten on the floor or scattered across a small table.
"I need some air." You tell them, ambling slowly to the exit, hoping for the cool polluted air to swallow you whole.
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qkopi · 2 years ago
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LINK UP (2)
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pairings: prowler! miles x fem! reader
cw: cheating, profanity, TOXIC milo, VERY suggestive (atp it’s light smut🤷🏻‍♀️)
summary: three weeks. you have been meeting up with milo behind miles’ back for three weeks. miles was bound to find out one way, right?
a/n: u guys r gonna hate me @ the end but i’m sorry i had to do it😭🙏🏽 dw i’m like halfway finished i stg and for the ppl who wants to be in my tag list, i’m sorry i js can’t ts takes way too long i can’t🙅🏻‍♀️
pt 1 <- pt 2 -> pt 3
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“miles but-“
“sorry mi vida, just give me a few minutes okay? i’ll be back before you know it!” miles cut you off as he rushed out of the apartment, leaving you disappointed that your date with him was canceled once again.
you wanted to spend the whole day with miles but it looks like you were now going to spend it with milo.
“well..” milo grinned as he walked over to you.
“looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves, huh?” he had a triumphant look in his eyes, and he couldn’t help but show a condescending smile as he spoke.
“milo, stop. im not in the mood.” you sighed, turning away to not face him as you rubbed your temples.
he raised an eyebrow, coming to a stop a few inches behind you, his right knee bumping one of your left’s. he set a hand on your shoulder, grinning at you.
“something goin on, ma?” milo asked in his signature drawl, a small smirk breaking through his facade of apathy.
the last few days, you had been thinking about ending the affair between you and milo. you felt bad for meeting up with him behind miles’ back, but you couldn’t help it, being with milo felt so good that you seemed to forget everything.
but then, the guilt started to eat you up, feeling horrible to miles as he didn’t know anything that has been happening. you were planning to confront milo tonight after spending the day with miles but looks like time had other plans for you.
“you know damn well what’s going on.” you spat out, still not sparing him a glance.
it went on for 3 weeks, almost a month, this affair with milo had to stop before it could lead to more trouble.
milo let his hand fall to his lap, his smile growing as he moved up to you side, his arms wrapping around your waist loosely and his chin resting on your shoulder.
“how did you come to this conclusion?” he teased, chuckling under his breath before kissing your cheek.
“stop.. stop..” you tried to push him off, knowing his affection were your weaknesses, but it only made his grip around you tighter.
he smirked, a few gentle nibbles to your ear earning a grunt out of you.
“nah, im comfortable.” he chuckled, gently nipping at a portion of your earlobe.
“but do tell me more about what’s up.” milo teased, his smirk broadening as your protests were cut off by his playful affection.
“y-you..” you tried to focus on what you were going to say to him but his kisses distracting you.
“me, and?” he whispered into your ear, a small chuckle escaping him as he kissed your cheek again. milo could feel your body shiver at the sensation, his free hand running up your spine.
“and…? speak up, mami.” you couldn’t speak, even if you wanted to, you melted onto his touch as your mind became hazy from his affection.
a chuckle left him as he could hear your breathing grow heavy. it made his smirk grow wider.
“still nothing? aw….” milo teased in your ear, his voice a low whisper as he landed a soft kiss on your cheek once more
he pulled back enough to look down on her, letting her take in a deep breath before speaking again.
“how about now…?”
“w-what? why did you stop?” you asked with confusion contorting up in your face.
“i never stop for long.” he said.
“now are you gonna talk to me, mami, or should I shut you up and keep going?” milo teased, his smirk growing wider.
“keep going..” you mumbled, lowering your head in embarrassment. damn it, this boy knew how to get to me and now, i couldn’t confront him anymore!
milo chuckled, his hands squeezing more at your waist, keeping you tight against him as he laid another kiss on your ear, cheek and, neck, letting you soak in the feeling of his kisses.
“now, tell me about why you’re upset.” he whispered into your ear, the smell of his cologne bringing a faint sense of security to you, his warm breathe heating the side of your head.
“because..” you couldn’t continue talking as you felt his lips on your neck, kissing the one spot that he knows that makes you go feral.
milo chuckled into your ear, his lips finding the soft flesh of your throat and nibbling at it gently as he ran a hand through your hair.
“you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” he teased, pulling back and giving you a gentle smile as his hand returned to your waist.
“go on..”
“you..” you tried to hold onto something as you felt his euphoric touching all over your body.
“me, what?” milo chuckled, nibbling at your earlobe again.
“you can’t keep me guessing forever, mami.” he said, his hands wrapping around your waist again as his mouth stayed near your ear. his hand cupped your chin and slowly pivoted you to face his gaze.
“come on, say it.” milo teased, pulling away with a smirk. his hand ran from your chin to the side of your face, tilting your head so you can see his smirk.
“what’s bugging you?” he gave you a chance to talk.
“we can’t keep doing this, milo.” you finally managed to let him know.
“i can’t keep doing this.” you said sternly, trying to seem serious.
milo froze for a moment, his eyes widening just a little before he broke into a smile.
“you’re still on about that?” he teased, his eyes twinkling playfully as he looked over your face.
“c’mon, mami. doesn’t my affection make it feel worth it?” he teased, his hand running over her cheek.
“yes but..” you began to melt in his touch again.
“no, no! stop.” you softly smacked his hand away, not wanting to fall for his tricks again. you look away from him, sensing that he may distract you to confront him again.
milo didn’t flinch when you smacked his hand away, a smirk gracing his face. a small chuckle left him as one of his hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer.
“that never works, mami.” he said, his breath leaving his mouth warm on your skin as he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder.
“you’ll talk eventually…”
“it’s been almost a month, milo.. i can’t keep doing this to miles..” you said, feeling his chest press against your back as he hugged you from behind.
a small chuckle left him as he kissed your neck again, the feeling of his lips against your skin, making you gasp. his free hand squeezed at your waist gently, caressing you while his other held your hip.
“come on, y/n.. what miles doesn’t know won’t hurt him..” he teased, leaning in near your ear and placing another soft kiss in the center of your ear before stepping back.
“milo.. he’s your brother, for gods sake..” milo only smirked, leaning further in.
“yeah, he’s my brother but..” *he chuckled, his hand on your hip squeezing a bit. he looked into your eyes playfully as he kissed your cheek.
“i liked you first.” he teased as he kissed at the other cheek.
“but i’m his girlfriend..” you mumbled under your breath, feeling disappointed at milo and you.
“dont worry, mami.” milo kissed her once more, pulling back.
“besides, if you didn’t like what we have, you would’ve stopped meeting up with me.” his smirk broadened.
“but you didn’t. you know why?” he teased, his voice dropping low, a teasing grin on his face.
“cause you like it..”
“i… i don’t.” you glared at him, trying to appear as if you hated this.
“you sure bout that, ma?” milo smirked as he moved closer towards you. he pressed up against you a little bit more with his hands trailing down your body, caressing you sensually.
“cause if you really didn’t like this shit, then you would’ve stopped from the very beginning.”
your breath hitched, knowing that milo was fully right about what he said, but before you could deny and protest, he had kissed you to shut you up.
milo’s lips were soft and passionate, his body pressing against yours tightly. he didn’t give you a chance to escape as he kissed you deeply and passionately. his hands were slowly trailing down your body as the feeling of his touch made you weak in the knees. you couldn’t resist him, and he knew it. with his touch, he would make you forget about everything else…
milo smirked in the kiss when he felt your arms snaked up to his neck, pulling him even closer. he continued to kiss you passionately, clearly taking advantage of your weakness, but you didn’t care, you were lost in the moment of the kiss. his lips were soft and tender against yours, and you couldn’t help but savor every bite of it. he took it to another level, deepening the kiss and making it more intense.
he was making sure that you forgot about everything else, and focused only on him…
milo then took your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom as the both of you continued making out. he placed you on the bed, and he was already on top of you, kissing you passionately. his lips were gentle yet firm, as they pressed up against yours. he wasn’t going to stop until he had you completely under his control.
the two of you slowly pulled away to catch your breaths as both you and milo looked into each other’s eyes.
milo looked at you intently, as he brushed his fingers through your hair. his eyes had a knowing look in them, as if he could see right through you. he began to nibble on your neck. his hands were already on your blouse, unbuttoning it slowly.
before milo could even get to the 2nd button, milo’s door had suddenly opened, making both you and milo stop.
“milo, have you seen y/n-“ miles immediately stopped as he saw the scene unfold in front of him.
“what the hell..” miles was in disbelief.
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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 9 months ago
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pleaser part 4 pls 🙏🙏🙏
Hiiii! I hope you like it!
Sorry I left it on a cliffhanger again but I'll have the next part this weekend if anyone wants it!
Also, I'm sorry it took so long for me to write this, but I literally had almost 20 requests in my ask box for it. HOPEFULLY it doesn't suck😭
AND I STG BAD IDEA, RIGHT?(Part 4) IS STILL COMING! I'm struggling to get the end just right lmao.
Pleaser - Stepbrother!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 4
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This contains SMUT - Minors DNI
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Summary: You're still sneaking around with your stepbrother, and it's looking like you have the chance to actually be together with your mom and his dad splitting up.
Contains: p in v, fingering-ish, thigh riding, stepcest but like...your mom and Ethan's dad aren't really together anymore so is it really that bad💀(I know I'm probably missing something but if I read this again, I'll delete the whole fucking thing lmao)
A/N: There's a lot of dialog in this fic, even the smut. If that's not your thing, don't read it:)
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After a couple weeks of you sneaking around with Ethan, you started to get a little reckless. You knew how close you were to leaving for college, and you knew the odds of your mom sending you away at the last minute weren’t very high. It got to the point where he was sneaking through your bedroom window every night because you didn’t want to sleep without him. Then, he’d have an alarm set to wake up before Wayne and your mom would get up for work and go back to his room.
The situation between your mom and his dad seemed to be civil, even though Wayne had to sleep on the couch while he tried to find a house. He even contemplated getting an apartment for him and Ethan while they figured it out, but your mom was adamant that it wasn’t a big deal. As irritated as she was over the situation, she didn’t feel right for Ethan to bounce from place to place right before he was leaving for college anyway.
You were sure that your mom had no idea that you were still spending time with Ethan, but she started to notice little things. The flirty glances, the sneaky subtle touches. But what really let her know that you’d found a way to spend alone time with Ethan was when you were helping her make dinner, like you always did, and you put your hair up to get it out of the way. She saw the huge purple mark on the nape of your neck, and she realized that you had no idea it was even there once Ethan walked into the kitchen to see what was for dinner, and his eyes grew wide the second he saw it. He motioned for you to put your hair back down, your cheeks turning bright red. You thought she didn’t notice because she didn’t say anything, but she was planning to later that night after dinner.
Just like clockwork, you and Ethan excused yourself to go to bed right after dinner was over. He was crawling through your bedroom window as you walked over to cut the lights off, your room only lit by the moonlight that was pouring through the window before Ethan closed it and drew the curtains shut.
As you crawled in bed with him, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Your back was pressed to his chest as your legs were spread for him, his fingers rubbing over your panties as he placed open mouth kisses along the side of your neck.
“You’re so hard,” you said, as your ass was pressed against his cock that was straining in his boxers.
“You always do this to me,” he mumbled against your neck. “I want to fuck you so bad right now.”
“You can,” you whispered, as he slid your panties to the side.
“You think you can be quiet?” he asked, a gasp slipping past your lips as he slid one of his fingers inside you.
Before you could say anything else, you heard a light knock on your door before it eased open. Ethan pulled his hand away from you as you closed your legs. You both froze in fear as you saw the silhouette of your mom as she made her way inside your room.
“Are you still awake?” she whispered, as she tried to navigate through the darkness of your room.
“Yeah, I was almost asleep. Just don’t cut the light on,” you said, your anxiety creeping up as she sat down on the foot of your bed.
“We need to talk about you and Ethan,” she said softly, “I know you’ve still been sneaking around.”
Ethan was trying to be as still as possible as he laid beside you. He was so thankful for your blackout curtains, and how you really couldn’t see anything in the room.
“I know you’re probably going to try to deny it, and I don’t want you to lie to me right now. Please be honest with me,” she said, as you took a deep breath.
“When am I going to dads?” you asked, confirming her suspicions without actually admitting to it.
“Do you love Ethan?” she asked, as you tensed up. You hadn’t said those three words yet, and you knew she was just trying to have girl talk with you to know where your feelings were, but you didn’t want to tell her when he was right behind you. “I think he loves you. He looks at you like it’s way more than just some fling.”
“It’s not just some fling,” you said, as you felt Ethan's hand rubbing against the back of your thigh. “I guess I do have really strong feelings for him.”
“I know I was upset when I first found out about the two of you, but I really like him. I’ve seen a different side of him since the weekend that Wayne and I went on our little trip,” she said, as she started to laugh to herself. “You know he used to annoy the shit out of me.”
“He’s actually really sweet,” you said, as his hand just kept moving.
“I’m not going to send you to your dads…and I think I’ll ask Wayne and Ethan to take the cameras down. They don’t really seem to be serving a purpose,” she said, “But, don’t think that I’m okay with the two of you going crazy. I don’t want to walk in here one morning and see him in your bed or something.”
“I’m not that stupid,” you mumbled, “But I’m really tired. Can we talk more about this tomorrow?”
“Of course, honey. Get some sleep,” she said, as she stood up to make her way towards the door. “If you want, we can go get stuff for your dorm tomorrow. Ethan can come, too.”
“Cool, I’ll ask him about it in the morning,” you said, as she opened the door and walked out, quietly closing it behind her.
You and Ethan laid in silence for a few minutes to give your mom plenty of time to go to bed, but he still snaked his arm around you to hold you close.
“Did she just give you permission for us to be together?” he whispered in your ear.
“I think so,” you said, smiling at the thought of it. “I’m sorry if she made things awkward.”
“I think the only awkward part was me being in the bed with you and she had no idea,” he said as he softly laughed against your neck. “Are you talking about the feelings stuff?”
“Yeah…I know we haven’t really discussed that yet. I didn’t know what to say.”
“Do you have really strong feelings for me like you said?” he said, as his hand ran up your thigh.
“I do,” you said softly.
“Good, because your mom was right…about me loving you.”
“You love me?” you asked, as he nodded his head against you.
“I have since we were left alone for the whole weekend.”
You adjusted on the bed so you were facing him, your legs tangling with his as he held you close.
“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” you questioned, as he sighed.
“It’s a complicated situation. I didn’t want to say it until I knew we actually had a chance to be together.”
“I love you, too, babe,” you said, as you leaned up to kiss him. You started to laugh against his lips once you felt how hard he still was, his cock brushing against you. “You’re still hard.”
“I told you; the idea of getting caught is my kink,” he mumbled against your lips. “You still want me to fuck you?”
“Mhm.”
He connected his lips to yours again, his hand running over the curve of your ass as he rubbed his cock against you. You were getting more wet by the second, the anticipation building as his tongue moved across your bottom lip. He moved his leg so his thigh was pressed against your pussy, as you started to grind against him, gasping at the friction on your clit.
Your breathing got heavier as you kept moving your hips, and once his hand on you ass was helping you move faster, you were trying so hard to be quiet. He started to groan once he felt how wet you were, your panties completely soaked as you rubbed against him.
“You think you could cum like this?” Ethan said, his tone teasing as his hand went to your hip to hold you down harder against him.
“Oh fuck,” you whimpered, as he softly laughed.
You reached between the two of you to palm him over his boxers, as he helped you move. He attached his lips to yours again to keep quiet himself, because his cock was throbbing so hard as your hand moved over the fabric. He wanted to fuck you so bad, but he wanted you to fall apart over his thigh in between your legs first.
You were whimpering into the kiss as you felt yourself start to get close. He pulled his lips away from yours, his bottom lip in between his teeth as he helped you move as fast as you could.
“Oh my god,” you said, your voice strained as he helped bring you closer to the edge.
“Try to be quiet, baby,” he said, his voice raspy as your legs started to tremble.
“I can’t,” you panted, “Fuck, we’re gonna get caught.”
“No, we’re not,” he said, as he leaned down to kiss you, hard. His mouth caught all the sounds you were trying to hard to hold in as your orgasm hit, your hand still shakily rubbing over his cock.
The grip he had on your hip loosened as you slowed down, your moans turning to soft whimpers as you started to relax against him.
“That was so hot,” he said against your lips, as your breathing started to slow.
“Now, I need to make you cum,” you said softly, reaching into his boxers to pull his cock out.
He let out a low moan once you started stroking, paying extra attention to his sensitive tip.
“Try to be quiet, baby,” you teased, “You want me to suck it?”
“I need to be inside you,” he said, “I want to feel your pussy.”
“Okay, let me grab a condom,” you said, untangling your legs from his before you rolled over to reach into your nightstand.
“I still think it’s funny that you don’t hide them under your bed anymore,” he said, chuckling as you reached into the almost empty box.
“What’s the point? My mom knows I’m not a virgin now,” you shrugged, as you felt him move closer to you, his hand pulling you towards him so your back was against his chest again.
“I can’t believe she thought you were just so innocent,” he said, as his lips went to your neck again, his hand running under the big t-shirt you were wearing. He squeezed your breast, a soft moan slipping past your lips at the feeling.
“I am innocent,” you said, your words making him squeeze you harder.
“You’re far from innocent…especially when you’re in bed with me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, playing dumb as you moved so your ass was firmly pressed against his cock.
“Keep that shit up and you won’t be able to be quiet,” he playfully warned, as he started to suck on your neck.
You moaned at the feeling as his hand moved to your hips, hooking your panties under his thumb as you adjusted to make it easier for him to slide them down. You passed him the condom, your anticipation building as you heard him open it. He rolled it on and grabbed your leg, spreading them open so it’d be easier for him to slide inside of you.
“Don’t be loud,” he reminded you, as he started to push inside you.
“Oh my god,” you whispered, feeling him stretch your walls.
“Shh, you can take it.”
Once Ethan was all the way in, he stilled to give you time to adjust, but that wasn’t what you wanted. You started to move your hips, giving your pussy the friction it was craving. He groaned at your actions as his hand started to roam under your shirt again.
“You gonna help me out or not?” you asked, once you’d been moving for a little bit and he wasn’t.
“I want you to beg me for it,” he said, as you kept moving.
“Please?” you asked, as he chuckled.
“Not good enough,” he teased, “Tell me how bad you want it.”
“So fucking bad,” you said, as his hand moved to your hip. “I need you to fuck me, please baby.”
He started to move, but it was so slow. He was helping you meet his thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting that spot every single time, but you needed so much more.
“Ethan,” you whined, as he shushed you. “Please.”
He didn’t know how quiet you were going to be, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. He started giving you hard, deep thrusts, as your hand slapped over your mouth. The grip he had on your hip was getting tighter, as your free hand started to grip at the sheets. He placed kisses along your neck as he started to whisper in your ear.
“You take my cock so well.”
“Your pussy is perfect.”
“I’ve got you.”
He knew you were getting close, the sounds muffled by your hand just getting louder as he started to go faster.
“Keep moving your hips, baby.”
You did as he said, his hand leaving your hip to rub fast circles against your clit. You were whimpering as your toes started to curl, your entire body getting hot as he brought you closer to your orgasm.
He let out a low groan when your pussy started to clench him, his fingers pressing even harder as he rubbed your clit. Your body started to arch against him as you cried out against your palm, your eyes rolling back as the intense euphoric feeling washed over you.
“Gonna cum,” he panted, as his hand went back to your hip, his cock giving you a few more hard thrusts before his grip on you got shaky. “Fuuuck.”
You both laid there, the only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing coming from the two of you until it started to return to normal. He slid out of you and crawled off the bed to navigate around the darkness of your room to the trash can to dispose of the condom before he laid back down and wrapped his arms around you. You soon dozed off with Ethan’s head nuzzled against your neck.
The next morning, you woke up with Ethan’s arms still wrapped around you. You reached over to your nightstand to check your phone, your eyes growing wide once you noticed that Ethan didn’t set his alarm.
“Babe, wake up,” you said, your hand shaking his arm as he sleepily mumbled. “Ethan, it’s almost eight.”
“Fuck,” he whispered as he sat up and jumped out of bed. “Where’s my sweatpants?”
He walked over to your curtains to let a little light in so he could see, his heart pounding in his chest one he noticed your mom working in the flower bed right outside of your window. The moving curtains caught her attention, and when she glanced up, she saw Ethan quickly trying to close them.
“Your mom’s out there,” he whisper-yelled, feeling around on your floor until he finally found his sweatpants.
“Did she see you?” you questioned, jumping off the bed to put your pajama bottoms on.
“Fuck, I don’t know,” he said, “I’m so stupid.”
You tried to think of a plan, but once you heard the front door open, you walked over to your bedroom door and eased it open to see your mom walk in.
“Out the window, now,” you said, rushing him as he did what you said.
Once he was out of your room and you closed the window behind him, you turned around to walk back to the door to see your mom standing there.
“Maybe we do need to look into you going to your dads.”
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recklesssturniolo · 1 year ago
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Should’ve Done This Sooner - M.S
This is my first fic so I’m SORRY if it’s shit, if y’all are mean to me I stg. I tried I promise
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Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader
Basically you n Matt are lowkey enemies to lovers vibes, at a party he pisses you off and it leads to more than you expected
Not proofread sorry not sorry
NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor
It’s safe to say parties weren’t your thing. Sure you drank here and there, but this party was just brutal. Walking up to Matt, Chris and Madi as they plus Nick were pretty much the only people you knew at the party - all clearly intoxicated you almost immediately regretted it.
“Heyyy look it’s the party pooper” Chris laughs
“Yeah you’re so funny Chris” you retort
You catch Matt’s eye for just a brief moment but make sure to send a glare his way. Silently noting to yourself that regardless of your hatred for him, he looked hot as fuck.
Snapping you out of your thoughts Matt smirks and says “Y/N doesn’t have fun, she couldn’t if she tried” Clearly trying to get under your skin.
Rolling your eyes at Matt you resisted the urge to walk away.
“What all quiet now?” Matt says, enjoying seeing you getting angrier and trying to bite your tongue.
And with that, you started walking away, not even sure where you were exactly headed but anywhere away from Matt worked. Halfway down some random hallway you turn around.
“Why the fuck are you following me?” You basically yell due to the music being so loud.
Matt doesn’t say anything yet steps closer to you, almost as if it was an automatic bodily response your breath hitched in your throat. He looked good. So good that honestly you’d drop to your knees right in the hall if he asked you too.
“Seriously Matt, what do you want?” You glare, hoping he didn’t notice your change in breathing once he stepped closer.
Grabbing your chin and tilting your head up to make you look himself in the eyes, he smirks before saying “I want a lot of things, but they all have to do with you being naked”
Immediately taken aback by Matt’s comment, he’s never been so bold, you’re silent for a moment before saying “Oh yeah? That’s what you want?”
“Yeah it is, and I want to watch you cum all over my dick like the whore you are” He replies.
At that comment you felt a warmth starting between your legs, unsure of how to respond to that you grab his hand and lead him into god knows whose bedroom. Once the doors shut your back is immediately pinned to the door and Matt’s hand is around your throat.
“You’re so easy to see through, you don’t think I didn’t notice you eye-fucking me from across the room?”
“I - I couldn’t help it” you mumble.
Matt smirks before connecting your lips, it’s rough, his tongue immediately taking dominance and you didn’t even bother trying to fight it - you knew he was in full control, and all you could focus on was how you could feel his hard on between your legs and the wetness already pooling in your panties. Taking you to the bed, he puts your arms over your head, holding them there with one hand. His mouth started to explore your body, you let out a soft moan and he left sloppy kisses on your neck, following you taking your shirt off he only continued kissing lower down your body.
“Matt please” You whined.
“Please what princess?” He says, looking up at you.
“Touch me, please, I need you” At this point you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded. You did need him.
“God you’re a needy whore” Matt replies before slipping off your skirt, smirking as he noticed how wet you already were. “Look at you, you’re already a mess and I’ve barely touched you”
With that Matt brought his mouth to your pussy, slowly licking it making his was to your clit. Your back arching even at the smallest action of his tongue. A stream of moans flowing from your mouth, as he circles on your clit and opening, spitting on it here and there. His tongue flicks up and down as you squirm beneath him trying to control yourself.
“Matt please, I’m gonna cum please don’t stop” you whimper
“Oh does the little slut want to cum? You think you can do that without my permission” He says back, still in between your thighs.
“Y-yes Matt please”
He stops abruptly “I want you to come around my cock princess, think you can do that for me?”
You nod immediately, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you. Matt pulls you lower on the bed, closer to himself and lines himself up. Pushing himself into you, slowly at first.
“Oh fuck you’re so tight” he groans.
He doesn’t go slow for long, picking up his pace and slamming into you, hitting your walls as his hands grip either side of your hips.
“You look so pretty taking all of me baby” Matt says, “look at me while I fuck you”
“Mmm yes fuck oh my god I’m going to cum” you breathlessly exclaim.
And with that Matt’s hand makes it way up to your throat, squeezing.
“Cum on my cock, you’ve been such a good whore baby” He states.
As you almost reach your climax, your eyes squeeze shut.
“Open your fucking eyes and look at me, I want to see you while you cum all over me” He demands.
You do as he says and within seconds you feel yourself come undone beneath him, moaning out his name as you ride through your pleasure, him looking directly at you in awe of how good you look beneath him, almost cursing himself for not doing this sooner.
“God you look fucking amazing, did I make you feel good baby?”
“Yes, so good” you say still coming down from your high. Looking up you see him clench his eyes shut briefly and you know he’s close. You listen to his moms as he curses slightly under his breath before releasing himself inside of you, laying gently on top of you leaving small kisses on your collarbone.
“I can’t believe we didn’t do that sooner” he mumbled.
“Better late than never” you laugh and look over to see him smirking at you.
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so-long-soldier-writes · 8 months ago
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The Light in My Darkness
damon salvatore x gn!reader | requested
summary: after your boyfriend's death, you fell back into old habits. now that he's back, you're having trouble kicking them again.
tags: angst, hurt / comfort, depression, s3lf h4rm, kisses
word count: 1.7k
a/n: i typically don't write for damon, however i feel comfortable writing this subject matter and i'm getting better with understanding his character. honestly, too, i rewatched s7 and i'm starting to love him even more. (i just love the traumatized characters.)
also, i'm not good at titles. my first title had the word 'put' in it, but i stared at it so long, it didn't look like a word anymore and i had to change it. i think i like this one better. i stg, titles are half the reason i take so long to post. whew, anyway... enjoy ❤️
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“Stefan needs help at Whitmore,” Damon says hurriedly. He puts his phone in his back pocket and sighs. “Another Enzo situation.”
“Do you want me to come?”
“No, you stay here. I don’t want him anywhere near you, given he’s in one of his moods and would hurt you for no reason.” He gives you a quick kiss. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.”
He speeds out the door a moment later, leaving you alone in the large, empty house. You sigh. Your life is so full of supernatural drama, it’s hard to keep up. Honestly, you’re not even sure what the situation is with Enzo, or why he and Stefan hate each other so much, or how Damon knows what to do to de-escalate their arguments. Of course, Caroline debriefed you on it sometime ago, but with all the craziness happening lately, it pretty much went over your head. 
It’s been hard these last few months. Only recently had Damon returned to you from four months after being considered dead, alongside Bonnie, as the other side collapsed with him in it. Those months had been the hardest of your life, and you doubted your ability to make it through them. Losing your best friend and your boyfriend was something you never thought you’d have to endure, yet it happened. Losing them almost killed you, too. 
For three years, you were clean. You hadn’t touched a single blade since you and Damon got serious. He gave you a reason to stop without even knowing it, and with a lot of patience with yourself, you managed to kick the addiction. After he died, though, when you couldn’t bear to live without him, you picked it back up. Part of you is pissed for falling back into your old ways, but the other part has convinced yourself it’s what you need to do to survive. 
When he came back unexpectedly, you were filled with just as much panic as you were joy. You had him back, but had relapsed majorly, and now have to recount your old steps into being sober again. It hasn’t been easy. 
It’s been a couple days since your last time, and while your skin’s no longer bright and swollen, it seems to beg for your attention. You have to plan it carefully, making sure Damon will be gone long enough that he won’t sense the fresh blood. When he grabs your wrists to kiss your face, you don’t want to flinch in slight pain, or let him pick up a chance in your heartbeat. 
It’s such a complicated addiction to have when dating a vampire, yet fighting the urges are so hard, sometimes you can’t help but give into them. 
The blades in the bathroom are ready for you when you enter. A brand new pack sits in the drawer. The boys won’t miss one or two. The one time Stefan did notice, you blabbered a quick lie about needing one to scrape a bit of food dried to the stovetop. He was in such a rush that day, he didn’t catch any lie, and you were able to smile and flee the scene a moment later. Since then, you make sure to hold onto the one you have until there’s enough to not see one missing. 
With everyone seemingly involved in the Enzo situation, you don’t bother to shut the door completely before dragging the blade across your skin. The boarding house is empty, and this bathroom in particular is tucked away nicely behind the stairs. You make a few scattered cuts and watch the blood seep from them. It always seems to calm you in the most grotesque way, and, quite ironically, gives you the perfect dopamine rush that raises your spirits despite the pain. It’s a terrible addiction but with a high reward… until you have to hide the evidence. 
That little reminder makes you sigh. Too many scars are hard to hide, and with Damon back, you have to be careful. It would break him to see you this way; that thought alone makes you put down the blade. For a moment longer, you stare at the tricking blood, committing the sight to memory to maybe fend off the next urge. To imagine the blood on your skin may convince yourself it’s there, and maybe you won’t cut the next time you’re so desperate. Maybe. 
You reach for a piece of toilet paper to dab the wounds. The bleeding needs to stop before you crave another scare. It’s so tempting, but-
“Hey,” Damon appears suddenly, peeking through the door. His eyes are narrowed, as if sensing something’s wrong. “What are you doing?”
You turn to face him and hold your hands around your back quickly. “Nothing.”
“Are you sure?” He opens the door a little wider, seeing the reflection of your hidden hands in the mirror. “Let me see your arms.”
“I’m okay.” Nervously, you pull down your sleeves to hide your wounds as much as possible. Your eyes meet the floor, unable to lie if you look into his blues.
“No, you’re not.” He argues, anxious to see your face; to not let you shy away and avoid his gaze. His approach makes your heart race, confirming his worst fears. “Let me see.”
“I thought you were leaving. I thought Stefan needed you.”
“He does, but he can wait.”
“But-”
“You’re my first priority. I can tell something’s up. Please,” he brushes a hair away from your face, “let me in.”
“Damon, I’m fine.”
“You’re hurting, and I can smell the blood, and I’m really trying hard not to freak out right now.”
You huff at the realization that he could smell it. You should’ve waited for him to be gone longer before breaking your skin. “Promise me you won’t be mad.”
“Why would I be mad?”
“Just promise me.” Tears well in your eyes, but you let them fall, unwilling to take your hands off your sleeves. 
“Y/N, I promise. I could never be mad. Just let me see it.”
Slowly, you release your sleeves, but leave the task of rolling them up to him. You can’t bear to do it yourself. Damon takes one hand gently and pulls the sleeve back. Upon seeing the numerous cuts, he pulls the other back with a little more vigor, but is still careful not to hurt you. He stares, unable to speak or move, as his heart breaks with every passing second. 
“I’m so sorry,” you whisper. His eyes meet yours and you finally break down into tears. 
Without a moment of hesitation, he pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms protectively around your body. You feel safe in his arms, you always do. Damon has a way about him that always makes you feel safe, no matter what anyone else thinks of him. He’s loyal and understanding, and that is part of the reason you feel so horrible for not telling him this. 
“I’m sorry,” you repeat, now sobbing into his chest. 
Your heart beats and reminds him that you are alive. The cuts made into your skin weren’t deep enough to take you. The pain you have been feeling hasn’t swallowed you whole. He concentrates on your breathing, and your crying, and uses it to anchor himself before asking the thousands of questions flooding his mind. 
He pulls away, finally, and wipes your tears with his thumbs. His hands grip your shoulders with a gentle desperation, as if he’s afraid you could dissipate at any moment. 
“Y/N…”
“I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.”
“Did you mean for me to find out at all?”
Your heart feels heavy as you reply, “honestly, no.”
“Why not tell me, Y/N? You know I love you. If you’re hurting, I want to be there for you.”
“I know… I guess I just didn’t want to disappoint you? Some part of me was embarrassed about it, and I didn’t want you to see me differently because of it. I don’t know.” 
“Baby, there’s nothing you could do that’d ever make me love you less. Nothing that would ever make me feel a different way, or see you in another light.”
“I know. I know my feelings are totally irrational, I just… they’re fears.”
“I understand.” He kisses your forehead, then releases your shoulders to hold your hands and kiss them, too. “Hey, can you promise me something?”
“I can try.”
“Come to me the next time you’re feeling like you want to hurt yourself, okay? Let me help you through it.”
“But-”
“It doesn’t matter what’s going on, or who’s texting, I will drop anything and put you first. But you gotta let me in when you need it. Okay?”
“Okay.” You take a deep breath. “Thank you.”
“Of course. Now,” he pauses, biting into his arm and holding it out for you to drink. His other hand meets the back of your head, stabilizing your neck to keep you comfortable. 
To his dismay, you refuse. You try to pull away, but his other hand prevents that, so you look down instead. “I can’t.”
“Y/N…”
“The scars are a reminder that I bleed. As soon as they fade away, the urge returns, but if they’re there for a little while, the urge is less strong. They’re kind of a comfort, I think. A reminder.”
“So you don’t want me to heal them?”
“I’d rather not. They don’t bother me too much. Do they bother you?”
You can see the hesitation in his eyes. He fights with himself, knowing the sight is a reminder of your pain, but understands their existence helps you heal. After a moment, he shakes his head. “No, baby, I only care that you’re safe.” He kisses them one more time. “Have you eaten much today?”
“Not really.”
“Well… do you mind if I make you something, even if it’s just something small, and then we can sit together on the couch? We’ll take today slow.”
“Okay. Wait, but what about Stefan?”
“Caroline can handle it. Then he’ll be in her debt and she’ll be happy about it,” he jokes.
You smile, appreciating his humor despite the somber mood hanging above both your heads. He’s the light in dark times, the much needed laugh that breaks the awkward silence. It’s part of the reason you fell for him so quickly. 
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Okay. And thank you.”
He pulls you in to kiss your forehead, then reaches for your hand. “Of course.”
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fuck-customers · 2 months ago
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I stg every shift lately I've had some customer come in mid-conversation that we've apparently had, expecting me to remember them or whatever it was they were looking for 15+ minutes ago. Newsflash! You are not the main character. You are not even a supporting character. You are a background character at most. An extra. Filler. An NPC.
This happened today and lately has been happening almost daily:
Customer that I have no memory of: I couldn't find it. You said it was on what aisle?
Me, internally: what the fuck are you talking about?
Me, externally: hi what was it that you were looking for?
Customer: OH WOW DON'T YOU REMEMBER? WE HAD A W H O L E CONVERSATION! IT WAS JUST A FEE MINUTES AGO! I NEEDED TO KNOW WHERE THE PAPER WAS! AND Y O U S A I D IT WAS OVER THERE!
I wish I could explain that I'm essentially irl button mashing to skip the dialogue. I would do just about anything to get you to shut the fuck up and get out of my face. The entire interaction, I'm mentally searching for whatever combination of words will make you stop talking and walk away. And as soon as you are out of my face, I will immediately forget you unless you, specifically, are memorable in some way. Which 99.99% of you are not. Even for this interaction that I'm describing, I only remember the general vibes of this woman being pissy that I didn't remember every detail of her gracing my presence. But she could be standing in front of me right now and I would not recognize her. I couldn't tell you a single piece of identifying information.
BONUS: A few of my coworkers and I have similar body types, heights, and appearances, so customers get us mixed up, so sometimes this scenario happens and I end up figuring out that they never even talked to me, they talked to one of my vague doppelgangers.
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slashersgostabbystabstab · 2 years ago
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Object of Obsession
Ghostface x Reader Smut
Mmm...old fic from my old, deleted blog...felt like posting it cause why not. I remember if anybody remembers this fic.
Warnings? SMUT. And everything else you would expect in a DBD fic (I'm sorry it's midnight and I'm posting on my phone,I'll fix this whole post tomorrow)
I stg if this gets a decent amount of notes(just to show people wanna see more) I will post the other fics I had deleted (these involve the Blight, more Ghostface, and possible Wraith ones...)
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"Hello?”
“Hello there.”
It had all started with a call, a mere and simple call.
“Who's this?”
“Soon you’ll discover.”
You assumed it was a telemarketer, or some kind of prank perhaps.
“I'm sorry, sir, but I think you have the wrong number.”
Now that you thought about, you had wished it was some stupid teenagers or some guy offering to buy some stupid prodcut.
“How are you so sure? Tell me your name, and I'll tell you mine.”
“My name? But why?”
Yet it wasn’t either of those.
Had it been one, you wouldn’t be limping through the lone yet crowded streets of this neighborhood.
“I want to know who I’m looking at.”
Putting aside the lack of doors and completely run down homes, one could have said the neighborhood...was normal looking.
Normal.
That was what you could now consider the life you no longer lived.
A life in a neighborhood not too different from the one you found yourself in.
Everything had been going well, even if life was shitty, it was no doubt better than this.
“You sick fuck!”
In your mouth you perceived the taste of iron, one you knew belonged to the blood smeared over your lips. Thinking about it, you weren’t even sure if the blood came from your lips that you bit to contain desperate whimpers of pain, or from the blood that was found nearly everywhere you limped through.
“I’ll gut you like a fish!”
That voice, you despised it with every ounce of remaining blood in your body. You weren’t even sure how much you had left after everything you had endured. All you knew was that your complexion had indeed turned into a paler one, your loss of blood evident as you unconsciously continued to bleed.
It had all started with a call, a mere and simple call.
Why did you have to pick up the damn phone?
Why did you pick it up all the following times that bastard called?
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a scream that prompted you to skid to a stop, nearly crashing into one of the trees you were now surrounded by. With the hand that was not holding your impaled side, you clung onto the tree as your teeth now released your lip and you allowed yourself to pant after so much running.
Another scream was heard, a voice telling you to look to your right. Once you did, there he was.
In a panic, you shut your mouth as tightly as possible before rushing towards the direction you had just been coming from. You gulped and concealed whimpers that were created by the pain coursing through your ankle. As you fixed a generator earlier with one of the many people suffering the same, neither of you ever realized the looming presence that failed to strike your shoulder, instead hitting the generator that further damaged it.
You and the other person saw him, that bastard who was brought into this world of chaos with you. A man with a ghostly mask and dark clothing that helped him blend in with his surroundings. And he stared you down after you had fallen onto your bottom, already raising his blade above his head to strike upon you. But to your relief, the person behind stood in between the two of you, flashing the ghostly mask with a light so bright that made him loudly groan before your teammate helped you up and away.
The woman ran to the left as you ran to the right, never realizing that your footsteps were enough to have the ghostly figure chasing after you once more. However, before he had the chance of piercing your skin, you jumped through a window before falling to the harsh floor, injuring your ankle in the process. As you got up, you stared up at the window where you saw the figure peering down at you with a tilt of his head, deciding that now was not the time to continue your chase.
Obsession.
That was what the other survivors called you, as well as others like one who you learned went by the name Laurie Strode.
According to the others, there was more than one being with the goal of killing, and each one was somehow matched up with a being with the goal of survival.
You were one of the poor souls who had been matched up with a killer obsessed with their survivor.
Even more unfortunate was the link created with this obsession, brought to life by the very being that brought you and that bastard into this world.
“What do you want!?”
“What do you want…” you muttered through grit teeth, remembering that those words were the last you cried out after being chased in your own home. You remembered being cornered in your bedroom with the obsessed predator standing between you and your freedom.
“I want to see what your insides look like!”
Those words the last words he shouted, right before the lights in your bedroom turned extremely bright and blinded the two of you. You brought your arms up to shield your eyes, realizing that the lights had turned into swirls of red that flashed once and quite intensely, all the while a thick fog engulfed you and the figure.
Once the light show had ended, you opened your eyes, finding yourself alone and in a strange place.
A strange place you eventually learned was one of the realms conjured up by The Entity.
Your thoughts were once again interrupted, this time by the sound of a phone ringing.
You cursed under your breath and immediately pressed the ‘answer’ option, pressing the device against your ear as you heard the same ringing coming from one other location that had previously been three others, one for each survivor.
Two had now been sacrificed, and the third...well, the latest scream was more than enough information.
From the other line you could hear a dark chuckle, making your eyebrows furrow deeper and your teeth grit harder.
“I always feel like somebody’s watching me.~”
“Fuck you! Fuck you!”
“Aw, Dollface, no need for that kind of language.~”
You angrily ended the call before resuming your limping around, having to stop for a moment to wince in pain and grit your teeth even harder, causing a new pain to be created. Right then, you heard the phone in your pocket ring again and this time only yours, making you the last survivor again. But, it also made you the only one around with a phone, making you much easier to locate.
“You sick, sick fuck!” you hissed into the phone once you replied, frustrated how this so-called Entity made it so that you could never rid of the phone unless you were given a moment of peace or faced against another one of those bloodthirsty predators.
“Why so angry? All I want is to play a little game.”
“Well game’s over asshole!” you gripped onto the phone, scouting the area while being cautious, knowing how well this man hid. “I’m gonna find that damn hatch, and I’m living another day!”
“Oh, is that so?” the man chuckled once more. “That’s not what happened last time.~”
Death was something nearly inevitable in this realm, and it was something that you and the others were able to experience multiple times.
The last time you were faced with this man, you finally had a taste of sweet, sweet death, deciding that that would be the first and last time you would.
So you ended the call in a fit while scanning every inch of the overgrown grass you currently ran through, hurriedly searching for the hatch you hoped he hadn’t shut back. Without a key, the hatch was useless, especially because you still needed two more generators to power up the gates.
The phone rang again, further irking you before you answered.
“What do you fucking want!?”
“The question isn’t, what do I want.”the killer cooed at you, somehow being heard over the sound of your heart rapidly beating in your ears.“The question is, where am I?”
“Where, are you?” you jeered, holding your side with your fingers digging deep into your ripped shirt that had been slashed earlier.
“Heads up.~”
At the sound of that, a feeling overcame you...a dreading feeling that you were completely exposed.
You felt your eyes widen as you ever so slowly turned to look up, lips quivering upon the sigh of the ghost mask looking down at you from one of the roofs. You gasped as the killer waved at you with a tilt of his head, then rushing away from the home for you knew he had jumped down with ease and no pain.
Not that there was no need to hide your sounds, you panted loudly while sprinting down the empty street, never daring to look behind you for you knew the killer was just a few feet away.
Had it not been for your racing heart, you would have heard the heavy steps coming from the killer’s boots as he continued to chase. Yet you knew those running steps were heard, so you made your way towards a sidewalk that was placed between a tree and a fence.
Of course, the killer followed right through but was immediately thrown back when you cleverly pulled down one of the leftover pallets.
As the killer tried to recuperate, you took your chance and ran through a space between the homes before making a right and continuing until you found yourself limping into the front entrance of one of the far houses.
With the feeling of exposure gone, you silently made your way towards the living room where you found a pair of lockers. Carefully grabbing the handle of one, your bit your lip while attempting to open it as quietly as possible, something quite impossible.
And this you witnessed like several other times, ignoring it and placing your body in the space before shutting the door to then be immersed in a darkness. The only light came from the three slots on the door, giving you the slightest view of the outside world.
With a hand clasped over your mouth, you tried to steady your heart pace and your heavy breathing, ignoring the pain on your side and ankle that you found it impossible to stand on. Your eyes were shut tightly as you gave a slight wheeze, the stab wound on your side continuing to bleed out.
“I want to see what your insides look like!”
Those words replayed in your head, especially as you heard muffled breaths outside your locker, making you gulp and clench your free hand into a fist, ready to strike if needed.
You opened your eyes, feeling your hand shake but forcing it to stop once you saw the killer just outside the locker.
He stopped walking as he was a few feet away, deciding to crouch down with one of his hands holding his blade as his other dialed something into his personal phone, prompting a deep panic to course through your body as you readied yourself for whatever happened after your phone began ringing.
Yet...your phone never rang.
“Fuck!”
Through the slots you could see the man stand in pure frustration, kicking a leftover couch as you both realized that your phone had run out of juice. Thankfully, the Entity kept things considerably fair.
You saw as the killer angrily made his way out of the house, giving you a chance to sigh in relief before placing your hands on the locker’s doors, opening them in an instant before looking to your right and feeling the relief once more.
“The hatch!” you whispered to yourself, grinning ear to ear before making your way over to it.
Another day-
With the sound of a loud creak and then slam, you skid to a stop before your grin fell into a frown oh terror once you looked into the void-like eyes of the ghost mask, it’s owner just having shut the hatch before your eyes.
“No!” you barely cried out, turning before trying to make a run for it until you felt the back of your shirt be grabbed and pulled, making you fall backwards and onto the hard, wooden floor.
After wincing in reaction for the briefest of moments, you looked up and immediately reacted with your healthy leg, kicking upwards to where you saw the killer ready to strike his blade.
You heard an ‘oof’ from behind the mask, right before the killer dropped down after having been kicked in the abdomen. After rolling onto your stomach, you attempted to drag your body out of the house as the killer took his time, but you shrieked in pain once you felt a leather glove wrap around your injured ankle.
Soon you were pulled backwards by the ankle and then turned onto your back again before feeling a hand be placed on your chest, keeping you down as you attempted to move it away. Instead, you felt something heavier hold you down as your wrists were held above your head, realizing that your waist was straddled by the killer. You saw as he felt his hands above his head again, ready to plunge to blade deep into your heart several times.
Memento Mori.
You gasped at the memory of that phrase, shutting your eyes and covering your face with your arm as you expected an immediate kill rather than sacrifice.
However...it never came.
Hesitantly, you opened one of your eyes and to look up at the man who’s blade was no longer above his head but already down. Now with both of your eyes opened, you glanced up to where your pinned wrists were, seeing as the knife had been struck into one of the aging wooden planks.
“Gotcha there, didn’t I?” the killer spoke through his mask, chuckling at the sight of your helpless form. “Thought to myself, how fun would it be to stab you like the game before? But then I thought, no...maybe not this time.”
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, blinking up at the man who tilted his head like every single time.
“I’ve seen the way you stare.” he started once he retrieved his blade, still never releasing your wrists. “That glint in your eye when I grab another one of those pathetic idiots, slinging them over and onto a hook like nothing.”
“What?” you finally spoke up.
“Don’t play dumb Dollface.” he presented his blade, holding it horizontally before it teasingly made its way over to your neck to now graze over your skin, threatening to break it. “You think I know nothing, but I know everything about you.”
“Because you’ve been fucking stalk me even before we were brought here?” you attempted to move your arms, but the man’s hold grew stronger.
“You could say that.~” he purred while sliding the tip of his blade up to your chin, now gliding it against your jaw as he leaned down and close to your ear. “Kitten.~”
Fuck.
Fuck no.
“Oh, don’t tell me you liked that.~”
You squirmed beneath the killer’s grip, then choking out a gasp once you felt both of his hands place themselves on your body after he had repositioned himself.
With the knife being no more but instead an accessory on the ground, you found a gloved hand wrapped around your throat while the other ever so casually placed a finger on your thigh as he kneeled in between each one.
“What are you-” you croaked out as your hands wrapped themselves around the one on your throat, attempting to remove it as you felt its grip tighten.
“Drop the act.” he purred right into your ear, taking notice of how your breaths and heart rate quickened, prompting him to slide his lone finger up and down your thigh in a teasing manner. “You fucking love this shit."
“I-” you wheezed out, feeling as his finger on your thigh was now joined by the rest of them, squeezing your denim covered leg. “Fuck!”
“Look at that,” he pressed his mask against your ear as you shut your eyes, digging your nails into the hand that refused to let go of your neck. “Just a small squeeze…”
“Stop…” you tried to gulp, now feeling as his hand sank to the inside of your thigh, caressing it soft enough to make you squirm beneath him.
“Stop?"
“Y-yes!”
No.
Never.
“Stop!” you exclaimed as best as possible, especially as his hand now squeezed your thigh, basically massaging it before his hand traveled under it to hold it securely.
“Is that really what you want?” he lifted your leg into the air, pressing the cheek of his mask against it to rub himself. “You want me to stop and hook you?”
“Yes, I-I mean...no?” you stammered, finally breathing in peace when the man released your neck and instead placed his hand on your leg so that both of them gripped on.
“You’ve kept me waiting for this long, better make up your mind now before I do.”
“W-waiting?” you blinked at him a few time, then feeling something...somewhere.
Your eyes trailed down his body that kneeled in between your legs, then making your eyes widen once you noticed that beneath all the dark clothing was a bulge pulsating right in front of your crotch.
Wow.
Fuck.
“Whoa…” you started as you attempted to sit up, only to be pushed down in a rough manner. “Whoa, whoa-!”
Soon you felt as your leg was lowered and the killer’s hands were instead placed on your waist, dragging your body so that the bulge between his legs poked the opening you unintentionally provided.
“Crap…”you muttered out once a heat came upon your cheeks, this being due to the newfound heat in between your legs.
Before you could react any further, you felt as your body was hoisted up and onto the killer’s shoulder. There was no time to attempt and wiggle out of his grasp, for you now found yourself being thrown onto the nearby couch, purposely having been put in a slouching position as the man once again kneeled in front of you and between your legs.
“What are you…” panted words escaped your lips as the killer placed each hand on each of your thighs, spreading them further to lean in extremely close to the in between. “Hey..!”
“What?” he asked, never turning away from your area as you felt your cheeks burn hotter.
“A-At least take me out on a date first!” you semi-joked, grateful for the mask he still wore and the jeans covering you, for if neither of those hadn’t been in the way, you would have felt his hot breath over your… “Shit…”
“First you’re fighting and trying to kick my ass,” the man dragged his hands closer to the center, making you squirm a bit more. “But now, you’re here squirming under my grip, shy over the big bad killer being in between your legs.”
“Big? As if.” you scoffed as you attempted to regain your composure, instead giving a slight gasp when he dug the fingers of one hand into your leg, just as the other reached up to the hem of your pants.
“Take them off.”
“W-what?”
“Pants.” he posited in a deep voice, squeezing your thigh once more before his tone grew much more assertive. “Now.”
With a shaky nod, you reach down to unbutton your jeans, soon feeling as they were quickly being slid off your legs before being flung to the side like nothing.
“I-”
“You never know when to stop talking, hm?” the man shushed you as his hands grew close to your center once more, this time taking their time to taunt you. “You never know anything.”
This time, you kept quiet as you felt him press one of his thumbs on your briefs, rubbing a few circles that made you hiss through your now grit teeth.
“You’re a stupid one, but maybe not that stupid.”
You could tell this bastard was licking his lips right behind that mask, eyes watching your every move and getting off it.
“You don’t know just how long I’ve been watching you.” he continued as he rubbed the slight dent on his mask against you before sinking it further. “How long I’ve craved for you.”
“Craved?” you breathed out with fluttering eyelashes, not daring to look away from the man who snuck a finger under your panties, tugging on them to only tease and expose your opening.
“I thought that after all our previous encounters you would have figured it out by now.” he finally placed two fingers onto your entrance, making your arch back as he went under your folds to encircle your bud by dividing and reuniting his fingers various times. “I thought, maybe all this chasing and slashing was enough to tell you."
With your mind in a haze, you kept what could have been considered quiet, not being able to speak a comprehensive response, let alone word.
“But fuck you’re an oblivous one.” the killer stopped his motions, making you give the slightest whine as you looked down at him with half lidded, pleading eyes. “But now that I have you here...I sure as hell am gonna have my way with you.”
You bit your lip at the sound of his husky tone, hands desperately reaching to the couch as you now felt as your bud was roughly rubbed, but in such a satisfying manner that made you throw your head back.
“I know you’ll love every second of it.” he continued to tease your clit, now using his other hand to open your folds and breathe heavily against you.
Wait.
“Moments ago you were ready to run, but look at you now.” you heard his voice, realizing it was no longer muffled. “So wet already.~”
You managed to look down at the man between your legs, surprise filling you as you saw that his mask had been slid up and away from his face that was unfortunately not visible to you.
At his words you shut his eyes: he was right, he was so right.
Maybe...just maybe when you first saw the news with a picture of this man’s mask...just maybe…
“The Ghostface Killer” was what the news said, and just maybe you...
“No…” you shook your head to yourself, not realizing that the man had looked up at you with a quirked eyebrow.
“No what?"
“Huh?” you glanced down at him, barely being able to see a scruffy chin after he had lowered his head again. “N-nothing-!”
You immediately clasped a hand over your mouth and shut your eyes as you felt something wet against your entrance, a moan muffled right behind your palm.
“Fuck…” you whispered as your other hand attempted to grab whatever, just so you had a hold on something while the wet appendage continued to move against you.
Seeing as the killer no longer made any comments, you could guess that he was now using his tongue as his hands held you down and open for him.
You managed to grab onto the top of his head, the man not minding nor worried that you would see his face due to how you arched your back and even rolled your eyes to the back of your head as he continued to lick your bud.
“A-ah…” you whimpered, digging your nails into the man’s hood as his tongue moved in a circular manner before moving up and down, making you choke out a sound of pleasure. You especially moaned at the feeling of one of his fingers teasing below that, right before plunging itself into your hole that made you bite your lip intensely.
But what made you a complete writhing mess was his lips planting themselves on your clit, sucking on you, making gross, sloppy sounds that turned you on even more and made your toes curl inside your shoes. Now, both of your hands were gripping onto the killer’s hood as one of his held you down with how much you moved around.
“Fuck, fuck, f-fuck-!” you wailed out, the man’s hands on your hips as you felt a knot in your stomach, something that was ready to explode at any moment. “Oh fuck, oh...Ghostface!”
Now that was enough to make the killer reach down to his crotch, cupping his bulge as you said that name.
“Say it again.” he paused his treatment on you, allowing you a moment to recover and grasp a bunch of your own hair.
“G-ghostface…” you wheezed, then shrieking in delight once you felt him suck on your clit once more. “Ghostface! Oh, fuck, yes!”
Squeezing your eyes even tighter and your legs attempting to repeat the action, you felt oh so close to sweet, sweet release.
And that moment finally came, right after Ghostface went back to licking you as his fingers wiggled inside you, mimicking a ‘come hither’ motion before he detached his lips from you and instead rubber his thumb on your clit.
You weren’t sure what it was you said, but you swore and you screamed into the cold air as one of your legs kicked up. You didn’t know how long this moment lasted, but it was a blissful moment that had you seeing white whether you had opened your eyes or not.
Ever so slowly, you returned to your senses and could hear the faint sound of your juices being slurped by Ghostface as you felt the slight stubble of his chin brushing against your wet skin.
You heaved with a euphoric sigh as your eyes fluttered open, then glancing down at the killer who adjusted his mask enough to cover his face while making sure to keep a space open.
He lifted his two fingers that he had used on you, bringing them up and into his lips as you heard him sucking on the remainder of your juices.
“Look at you,” Ghostface cooed as he stood up, now fixing his mask so that it properly covered his face. “So worn out, and I haven’t even finished.~”
“What?” you lifted your head to look at him, seeing as one of his hands cupped his throbbing bulge once more. “M-more?”
“After all the chases and kicks and punches,” he reached down and under his top, and you could hear the sound of a belt unbuckling right before an unzipping noise followed. “I think I deserve a little more.”
Your eyes fell onto where his hands were, widening at the bulge that he now unfurled out of his pants to reveal an erect member pointing right at you.
One of his hands held onto it, slowly pumping the member as you noticed trickles of precum at the tip, threatening to spill onto your abdomen once he had stepped closer towards you.
“Such hungry eyes.” Ghostface breathed out a chuckle, not realizing that he himself had grown desperate, nor that he began rubbing his tip over your drenched briefs. “Such a good hole...just for me.”
Before you could say anything, you felt his free hand grab under your right leg before he lifted it and set it on his shoulder which opened your entrance even more. Once that was done, he kneeled on the edge of the couch while still supporting himself on the ground, leaning in until the forehead of his mask was pressed against yours.
He tucked his arm under your raised leg to keep it in place, placing his hand on the couch to hold himself as his other hand guided his member, using it to move your undergarment to the side before he rubbed himself at your entrance. As he breathed deeply, he felt you wrap your arms around his neck before he finally brought himself inside, making you arch right into his chest that provoked a deep growl in his throat.
“Fuck…”you heard him grunt behind the mask, especially as he sunk himself deeper inside you which made your toes curl once more. “Fucking, hell…”
After a moment, you brought your left arm to his back and eventually slid it down to his bottom, unconsciously pushing on it so that he could continue.
“What are you waiting for?” you sighed out, staring into the lifeless eyes of his mask before you felt him pull out and thrust into you rather harshly.
“Quiet.” he commanded, just as he felt your other hand claw at his hood, grabbing a bunch that nearly removed it. “No...don’t keep quiet...scream. Scream for me.”
“Scream…” you gulped before feeling Ghostface repeat the same action from before, this causing you to give exactly what he wanted.
“That’s better.” his voice sounded through your ears over the sound of your heart beating fast. “Say my name. Scream my name.”
“Ghostface,” you panted out as you felt him slowly pull out again, then thrusting back inside at the same teasing pace that made you give a whine. “Please...Ghostface, please.”
“Ghostface what?” he questioned as he continued his movements in a slow manner, creating a new knot in your stomach that was instead bothersome, ever so irking with this terrible, terrible taunting. “Say it Dollface, tell me what you want me to do.”
“Ghostface,” your bottom lip quivered as you dug your nails right into the killer’s back and neck now. “Please...f...fuck me.”
“Thought you’d never ask.” the killer purred against your neck, right before he quickened his movements, feeling your left heel dig into his back as well.
“Ghostface,” your voice grew louder. “Ghostface, oh fuck-!”
“Mmm, Ghostface. Oooh, Ghostface!” the killer mocked you, now pressing his right hand on your throat as he squeezed. “You fucking like that, huh? Tel me how you fucking love it.”
“Ghostface,” you started, removing both of your hands from his body to place them on his wrist. “Ghostface, I fucking l-love it.”
“Of course you do.” he laughed as he squeezed your throat. “You love it when Ghostface fucks your little hole; nobody knows what you want but me.”
You breathlessly nodded while tightening your grip on his wrist, especially as his thrusts became even faster and roughed.
“Fuck!” you choked out, feeling as Ghostface did not hold back in the slightest bit.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once Ghostface finally removed his hand from your throat, instead bringing it down to your clit to rub it with a pace that matched his thrusting.
“Oh, fuck, oh my-” your hands once again returned to Ghostface’s back before one went to his head yet again, clawing at his hood which you accidentally lowered, the man not seeming to care. “Ghostface-!”
“I’m so fucking close.” he whispered into your ear, hand clawing into the couch that neither of you heard squeak and creak with every rough move. “But not yet...not yet.”
Before you yourself were able to come to another release, you gave a disappointed breath once you felt the man’s member missing. You turned down, giving somewhat of a pout as you saw him hovering just above your entrance.
“Ghostface…"
“Move.” the man told you after having lowered your leg and sat on the opposite end of the couch. “Now.”
You gave a shaky nod before getting on your knees, looking at his exposed member that dripped with a mix of your and his juices.
Ghostface spread his legs before patting his lap, you already knowing what he wanted.
So, you carefully climbed onto his lap, straddling him as you held yourself above his member, only the tip touching you.
His hands were placed on your hips and they forced you down onto his cock, making you gasp in surprise once you felt your skin smack against each other despite him still wearing his pants.
You stared down at the killer, once again pressing your forehead against his mask before you felt him move under you, prompting you to bite your lip to contain any other sounds.
He moved his hips in a way that made you plant your hands on the couch as he began to move you upwards, right before his hands brought you down again. Ghostface watched every expression you gave, a chuckle rumbling in his throat as he had you panting against his mask. His fingers dug into your hips, no doubt leaving bruises that would eventually match the ones he had caused on your thighs earlier.
Ghostface huffed as he now moved his pelvis upwards so that your body wasn’t the only one moving, his thrusts becoming sloppy yet remaining rough and quick.
“Say my name.” he aggressively grabbed your chin, squeezing you as he brought you to a more appropriate eye level. “Scream.”
“Ghostface!” you finally opened your lips, wrapping your arms around him again as his hugged your frame tight against his chest. “Ooooh, fuck! Faster!~”
You struggled to do anything, you didn’t even know if you were still calling out to him or gave all kinds of shrieks and moans. All you knew was that the knot from before had returned, and you were having a hard time both hiding and restraining it.
“Such a tight little-” Ghostface had to stop himself, hips continuously clashing against your bottom that was probably also bruised at this point. “Squeezing my cock, you fucking love this, don’t you?”
“Y-yes!” you managed to cry out, nails once again digging into what you could only assume were Ghostface’s shoulders or arms. Considering the pads he wore, it was probably the latter.
“I’m, I’m close!”
“You don’t finish until I fucking tell you to.” Ghostface hissed at you, one of his arms still holding you tight while his other hand snaked up and inserted two of his fingers into your mouth.
With his fingers in your mouth, you choked out all kinds of sounds, never realizing that a bit of drool dripped out and down your chin, making Ghostface lick his lips.
“Yeah...yeah…” he breathed out, marveling at such a sight he waited far too long to see.
He picked up the speed, grinning like a deviant once he felt himself twitch inside you.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop…!” you mewled after his fingers were pulled out of your mouth, once again on your chin to pull your gaze down after you had thrown your head back lost in ecstacy.
“I’m not fucking stopping.” he gave a few grunts, pulling you face even closer to press himself against you. “Oooh fuck. Should have waited to kill the others, just so they could hear your cute little moans.”
“Mmm, Ghostface!” you whimpered as you felt yourself even closer, the possessive hold on your chin and body making you clench around the killer’s cock that continued to pound inside you. “Ghostface, G-ghost-”
“Do it, fucking do it.” he teased right into your ear, practically licking and nibbling you as you finally released that tension inside you.
With a scream, you wrapped your arms around the man who let go of your chin to wrap both of his arms around you again.
His thrusts became faster before you felt a hot liquid be shot inside you, eventually dripping out and sliding down your thigh as you once again had that hazy feeling.
You held onto Ghostface like your life depended on it, feeling your bottom half tremble as his speed slowed down with every final thrust until eventually there was no more.
Ghostface bit his own lip, both to hide his slight pants and the cheeky grin that crept onto his features, now leaning his head to the side where you panted exhaustively into his ears. His hands slid down from your back and waist to your bottom, supporting you so that you wouldn’t fall backwards after such an experience.
The killer squeezed your body, chuckling once more into your ear as his muffled voice spoke.
“Our film’s finished, but you can hope for a sequel.~”
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jackhughes I’ve never been one for sappy posts, but this past year with this little one has been heaven on earth. I’ve heard so many parents complain about lack of sleep, crying, and so many other things, but how can you complain when there’s something so innocent looking at you like this angel looks at us? I’d do this over a million times if it meant you stay this little forever. Happy first birthday. Always and forever going to be my little girl.
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lhughes_06 Thanks for making me the favorite uncle, bro.
_quinnhughes You’re not the favorite.
lhughes_06 Oh my bad, I’ve never heard her say your name so I thought she just didnt know you existed🫢
_quinnhughes she’s one. How tf is she supposed to say a “q” when she’s one?? I wasn’t the one that was 2 days late to the birth because of “plans that you couldn’t get out of.” 🫢
jackhughes if Quinn didn’t live in the middle of nowhere Canada he’d be the favorite by a long shot🫢
elblue6 I could not have chose a better daughter-in-love or granddaughter for my sweet boy. Nonna and Poppa love all three of you beyond words! Also, is my little angel walking yet?
y/nhughes We love you more! She’s not quite able to walk on her own yet, but Jack is making sure she learns to skate before she walks😉
elblue6 I expected nothing less coming from him lol!
trevorzegras it’s cute watching Quinn and Luke argue over who the favorite uncle is when I’m holding her right now. She may not be able to say my name, but she sure as hell cries when I’m not holding her 🫢
_quinnhughes you traumatize her so much when you hold her that she has to let it out when you’re not.
lhughes_06 she probably has ptsd from looking at your face
trevorzegras anyways, happy birthday to my sidekick. Can’t wait to piss your mom and dad off together when you’re older🫶
nicohischier the best thing to come from a Hughes brother. Happy birthday, love!
jackhughes that was a very unnecessary backhanded compliment, Nico.
lhughes_06 I once brought you brownies to practice. I’m hurt.
nicohischier You’re brownies were burnt.
_quinnhughes are you comparing our niece to burnt brownies Luke?
lhughes_06 Quinn, you’re irrelevant.
colecaufield since everybody else ruined your sappy post…Buddy you’re the best dad. She’s absolutely perfect, just like her mom.
trevorzegras I’m deceased
jackhughes I may not be perfect, but at least I’m not Zegras’s bitch
jackhughes sorry I meant caddy. Damn autocorrect.
y/nhughes love you coley!
jackhughes really y/n?
_alexturcotte happy birthday to my favorite baby. make another one so I can have 2 favorites.
jackhughes gotta talk to y/n about that. If it were up to me we’d have 12.
y/nhughes you can have all the babies you want when you push them out :)
y/nhughes our beautiful little family. You both make life so precious.
jackhughes we would be lost without Mama💜
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y/nhughes On the left was our first day home, and on the right is you just now. They weren’t lying when they said time is a thief. I went through the worst pain in my life bringing you into this word, little girl, but you made me forget about it the second I heard your first cry. Happy first birthday, angel. Mama and Dada love you infinitely times one hundred.
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nhl Happy birthday Baby Hughes!
fanuser1 she’s so perfect. So happy for the Hughes family! Happy birthday!
_quinnhughes Uncle Q’s favorite girl. Happy birthday!
_alexturcotte The sweetest little family. Now add more. ps happy birthday beautiful.
y/nhughes We love you, Turcs! Our favorite babysitter😉
_alexturcotte the true favorite uncle doesn’t have to brag about it🤷‍♂️
fanuser2 I didn’t like y/n at first, but she’s grown on me.
jackhughes same tbh
y/nhughes Jack I stg if you don’t shut up…
bff.user you may have a lot of boys arguing about the favorite uncle, but I’m secure in knowing I’m the best aunt😙
trevorzegras we can be the aunt and uncle power couple😛
bff.user @jackhughes put your friend on a leash
jackhughes I’ll put a muzzle on him while I’m at it.
trevorzegras you all love me ;)
jackhughes unfortunately
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elblue6 Happy birthday to Nonna and Poppa’s favorite girl! You’re little heart is too good for this world, but we are so blessed for you to share it with us. You look so much like your mama, but you act just like your dada! (I’m saying a prayer for your mom). We can not wait to celebrate you this weekend! With love, Nonna and Poppa.
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gh0stlyfixation · 2 years ago
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Could I request a ghost x reader with their first time? Reader is nervous about it, and it's super romantic😭 I'd loveee to read something like this
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God, I love this man I stg.
Paring: fem!reader x Simon
Warnings: 18 + MDNI loss of virginity, fingering, oral, praise kink, slight mention of a Dacryphilia kink. It's just basic sex but with Simon who is madly in love with you.
You’ve been with Simon for almost a year. It was difficult at first, he held a lot of trauma that obstructed his trust in anyone, but after Simon saw how patient and kind you were to his outburst and his ability to trust, he knew he found the right one. He never saw purpose in his life. He could die in action and no one would remember or care he thought, but now, he has a purpose and that’s to come home to you safe and injury free. You were giddy with excitement when Simon called saying he was on his way home. You tidied up the houseand you've also made the decision that tonight was the night. Your friend has taken you out to buy a few essentials for tonight. A blue lace lingerie set, his favorite color on you
You wore it under one of his long t-shirts as you cleaned up the kitchen. Nervous was an understatement. Sure you’ve seen it before when he changed in front of you or felt it when you cuddled into him, but now? It’s going into one of the most sacred places on your body.
You hear the door open and the nervousness goes away, now it's just the excitement to see him after a long month. You see him drop his gear on the ground then you run up to him and jump up into his arms, he is quick to catch you and he huffs as you giggle, “gonna knock me down, little girl.” You giggle again and tug up his mask to kiss him deeply. He tears it off completely and gladly excepts your kisses.
His hands lay on your bottom and he’s suspicious when he feels a thin layer of lace, you never wear lace, but he keeps these suspicions to himself, as hard as it makes him, he’s running on your time. Simon would do anything to make you happy. He hates seeing you frown or cry on his account.
“Missed you.” You finally say kissing his dirty cheek, “but you need a shower. You stink.” You say your nose crinkling.
He huffs out a laugh, “thanks love.” He says setting you down. He trails your body as you turn around and walk away, you have a pep to your step as you trail up the stairs to your shared room. He raises an eyebrow before following you up.
You lay on the made bed attempting to read a book as Simon strips out of his clothes, he watches you from the mirror at an angle you can’t see, but he sees you watching him. You trail the backside of his body, but Simon gets it now, you want something. He decided to remove his pants and not shut the door, and he stands from the side to pretend he was looking at the side of his arm, but you see it and as always it’s massive and beautiful.
You bite your lip suddenly nervous again before looking away to your book. You trail the same paragraph over again before you hear Simon finally step into the shower. You quickly remove your t-shirt and position yourself in a way you’d like him to find you. You wait for a moment and hear the shower stop.
He comes out of the bathroom and nearly chokes on his breath, “fuck, you trying to kill me, little girl.” He speaks. Desire pours off his lips when he speaks. His eyes darken as he looks up at your body, he can see your nipples through the lace, there hard and perky. “You’re a dream.” He says. The towel is still wrapped around him as he goes over the top of you and you giggle at his words. “Your sure?” He questions you.
You nodded, “I’m sure.” You say. You pull his face down to your lips by trapping his cheeks in your hands. The kiss is deep and passionate. His kisses leave lower to your cheeks then to your jaw then he starts to suck lightly on your neck making you moan out. “Such pretty noises, can’t wait to rip more out of you,” Simon says then going back to suck on your collarbone.
His hands trail up and down your sides, and you feel your face get hot, such simple touches making you burn. You’ve never been touched like this, “please Si,” you say.
You didn’t know what you were begging for, more of his touches you assumed, anything from him. “What? What would you like? You gotta tell me, this is at your pace.”
“I dunno, mouth?” You ask, shyly.
Simon scoots down a little. His face just above your sex, “yeah? I think I can do that.” He smirks.
He’s never seen you naked before, the most were in a bikini or your bra, and fuck he got hard from that. So when he pulls aside your lace underwear and reveals your sex to him he nearly loses it. “Fuck, can’t wait to eat this up.” He says.
His breath is warm on you and you moan out at the sensation. You can feel your pussy tighten up on nothing, “please Simon, please.” You beg.
He finally dives into you, giving you one long and strong lick from bottom to top, his tongue circling your clit. You push his head down on you more, closing your thighs around him. He uses both hands to push them back, spreading them even more, “think you can keep them open, or do I need to hold ‘em down?” Simon asks you.
“I can hold ‘em,” I think, you say. You want to to nothing more than to please him.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, and your pussy once again tightens on nothing but his words. Simon notices, “someone likes being told how good they are don’t they?” Simon asks, he doesn’t wait for an answer when he goes back down on you. viciously licking and sucking leaving you no room to breathe at the pleasure. You arch your back and land both hands on his head, gripping his hair tightly as you began fucking yourself on his tongue without even realizing it. You are drunk on this pleasure you’ve never experienced before.
He holds you down and you whine but that whine quickly turns into a groan when you feel one finger go up your cunt. “Fuck!” You say. It feels foreign, nothing like this has ever been up there and it feels too good. Simon watches your face, making sure he doesn’t see any sign of discomfort before adding in a second finger. His fingers are big and they stretch you out comfortably.
“Gotta prepare this pussy, gonna ruin you. My sweet and innocent girl, fuck darling. Can’t get enough of you.” He says as you squeeze tightly around him, you feel a pit in your stomach, as if something was about to explode, he adds one more thick digit to you before the pleasure becomes too much. He fucks his fingers in you quickly and hard. You tighten more, his dick hardens up at the feeling, and he can’t wait to feel your walls around him. “Come on darling, you can come. Come, I know you can do it,” you finally let go and moan out and he sucks on your nub, wanting to taste you as you come.
When you finally come down from your high, he moves up to you, both hands on your cheeks as he softly caresses them with his thumb, “your beautiful,” he sighs with a smile, “I’m so lucky to have you.” He says more.
You smile up at him, “no, I’m so lucky to have you. Love you so much.” You say. He kisses your lips as you wrap your legs around him, slightly pulling down his towel with your heel. He doesn’t let up on kissing you but he does help you remove his towel and that’s when you feel his hard cock hit your thigh. You're nervous once again, he’s so big that your afraid it might just split you, but fuck does it excite you.
You reach down and grasp it with your hand, not knowing exactly what to do but you pump it the best you can, it’s slightly sticky from his precum, “so big,” you whisper to him and fuck does that boost his ego.
“Gonna stuff your cunt with it.” He says back. He moves back from you and removes your lace panties and top so you are completely nude with him. His hands play with your nipples lightly as you stare up at him with desire, “please. I want you. Want you to stuff me full.” You whimper.
He groans at your pretty words, he once again lays on top of you holding both cheeks, “it’s gonna hurt for a little, but it’ll feel so much better after a little.” He preps you. You nod as he positions his tip to your entrance, “just relax, I’ll go as slow as you need.” He reminds you. You nod and whisper an okay as he pushes in you slowly.
He was right it does hurt, the stretch stings. You squeeze your eyes shut as he goes a little more in. He stops for a moment to bring you back to him, “hey sweet girl, look at me.” He says, he wipes away a lone tear that slips from your closed eyes. You look up at him and you nod for him to keep going.
“You're doing so good, so proud of my little sweetheart.” He tells you as he pushes more of him in quicker.
“M’hurts,” you cry, but you know soon the pain will be worth it, the pleasure would come soon.
“I know, we’re nearly there,” he says kissing your face all over making you giggle slightly with the tears still streaming down as he pushes the rest of him in you. He completely bottoms out in you. He takes a good look at you. He’s never liked to see you cry but something about you crying over his cock turns him on even more, but for now, you were in actual pain so his goal was to give you pleasure, not see you cry.
“How are you feeling?” He asks you. You sit in silence as you squeeze around him making him groan at the feeling. Your warm walls were enough for him to lose it in you. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna lose my mind.” He says with a teasing tone.
“You can move, m’sorry.” You say with a frown, not realizing how much your tight cunt could torture him. You’ll have to use it to your advantage one day, but not now.
“Don’t be sorry,” he says as he slowly pumps into you. The pain soon fades away and the pleasure takes over, you close your eyes again and slightly arch your back but with the weight of Simon, it doesn’t happen much. You moan and pressed your cheek into his hand.
“So big Simon feels so good.” You moan out, your eyes opening up looking at him. “Faster please,” you beg.
And fuck, how in the world can he deny you that. His pace quickens, “you feel so good,” Simon moans, dipping his head into your neck and sucking around it leaving little purple marks on you. Your wrap your legs around his waist and hands around his neck pulling him closer and deeper. You can feel him hitting your cervix, fuck he’s so big, you think over and over.
Your walls tighten up around him again but this time it did not let go, you moan louder and louder eventually turning into screams as you muffle yourself in his shoulder, biting down on it, leaving a mark for sure. “I want to hear you, sweet girl, don’t want you to hide those sounds from me. You wanna come? Fuck-, I can feel you trying to milk me dry.” Simon says to you.
His words start to send you over the edge, “please, wanna come! Wanna come with you. Want you're come inside of me please Simon please!” You yell squeezing your eyes shut and he fucks into you harder and faster, your words are his motivation to come with you.
“Fuck darling, saying such dirty words, come on, come, I’m right with ya.” He says, as he finally let's go into you, you scream out his name as he fucks his load into you riding out your orgasm. Your panting, “look at me, love,” he says. He pulls you out of your daze and smiles at you lovingly, you're fucked out daze meeting his eyes. He pulls out of you slowly as you moan at the sensitive sensation.
He kisses your cheek as he goes to stand up but you grip his forearm, “just gonna clean you up, I’ll be right back.” You nod weakly and let him go. You are tired, fucked out. He comes back and rubs away his cum with a warm wet towel then tosses it to the side.
He pulls the covers over both of your naked bodies and pulls you close to him, “did I do okay? I didn’t do much for you.” You frown.
“Don’t worry about me, you felt so good. You did amazing,” Simon tells you kissing the top of your head as you curl up on your side into his chest. “I love you.” He tells you.
“I love you too Si,” you sleepily say.
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cloudyeventss · 3 months ago
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141 x assistant reader part four
Warnings: crude sexual language, mentions of death
Y/N POV
I've been sitting on the floor of my office for hours going through the teams’ old reports and organizing them. I've been here almost a month and Captain Price is just now giving me work to do. I honestly think it's to get me out of his hair, so I'd stop asking if he needed help with anything. Hell, I spent the first two weeks doing nothing but making coffee/tea and bringing lunch to the boys. At first, I didn't mind, I get paid well to basically sit around all day, but I quickly got bored and would sit in Prices office until he'd either send me away or give me something to do. My knees are starting to rub raw irritated by the coarse carpet. I place the file I'm holding back on the ground and let down my hair. 
*Knock knock*
        "Come in" 
"Workin hard, y/n" 
Stg. Garrick comes walking in and takes a seat in my chair, fiddling with a rubber band he took off my desk. I like Gaz, he and soap have been my only friends here. They have been welcoming from the start, Price ignores me as much as he can. And the lieutenant doesn't speak to me at all. The man is reserved, I've only heard him speak a few times and it was always straight to the point. Sometimes I can feel him staring at me, but I'll be damned if I let him know he intimidates me. Giving Gaz a smile I respond. "Hardly working, Gaz"
He flicks the rubber band at me. “Good, then you can come to the pub with us" he says chuckling.  
   "Ok rude." I grabbed the rubber band off the floor and flick it at his forehead. "I can't I still have a lot to do" 
     "Come on, don’t be daft, you're gonna leave me to suffer Johnny’s rubbish jokes on my own?"
When I don't respond right away, he adds "ya know we leavin in the morning"
  Fuckk, he's right. The team leaves early morning for another mission. I should go.
           "Fine, but you're buying"
Prices POV
The wind is harsh against my back, cold air sending goosebumps up my skin. We're all cold, the team has been hiking for hours up the mountain. The crunching of our boots sets my teeth on edge. We're on a search & destroy mission for a high value target. Laswell, gain intel the man we've been searching for Arkadi is hiding out in Orda cave (Ординская, Ordinskaya) . He's vile scum. Selling women and children in trade of military grade weapons he's planning something and we're here to shut it down. I can sense death in the air. It'd going to take someone but not my men. We're about 100s yards of the cave. We know there's only ten of Arkadi men here with him all heavily armed. Three stand out front guarding the perimeter. We have to do a soft entry; the team can't afford them being made aware of our presence just yet. Simon, Gaz, and I go in from behind. Using our Ka-Bars to take out the men outside. Icy, clean, cold precision. My knife goes in like butter and comes out with little resistance from the muscles. With the guards down it's Johnny's turn to breech. I pull down my gas mask as soap throws in a smoke bomb screams and scattering from inside can be heard. This is it...
.....
The team did excellent work, taking out all threats and luckily no casualties. That's a rare case in this line of work. At one point, I lost my M16, Arkadi took the opportunity to run at me. He threw me back, hitting the floor, I took him down with me, getting him into a chokehold before snapping his neck. I can finally breathe again, I take a seat and light my cigar, throwing my head back, I close my eyes. Thinking of y/n, what is she doing right now? Last night, she showed up to the pub with Gaz and Soap wearing a red low-cut top and tight black pants. The sight of her had my cock straining my jeans. Fuck thinking about her now has me readjusting myself. But ghosts voice snaps me out of the memory. "Cap, there's nothin here" Before I could respond my ears started ringing , debris flies everywhere, and my side is burning. Everything is blurry. The sound of gunfire makes the ringing in my ears louder, and then everything goes black.
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idkwhatever580 · 3 months ago
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AGATHA ALL ALONG EPISODE SEVEN SPOILERS AHEAD
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
Back at it again with the thoughts on Agatha all Along episode 7. I’m ready for this ride. Buckle up cowgirls.
OMG LILIA DONT DO THIS TO ME
Okay. I didn’t really need the recap but I totally watched the recap.
RIO HAS BEEN MENTIONED.
2:50
EX
best friend
Iconic. I knew there was something between them.
2:56
HOW DARE YOU YOU LITTLE BITCH YOU DONT DISRESPECT WANDA MAXIMOFF. SHE (possibly) GAVE HER FUCKING LIFE FOR YOU YOU UNGRATEFUL CUNT
3:30
HAH this had me literally cackling bro ✋😭😭😭
It’s so iconic though like. Me too girl
3:42
What in the hotel Transylvania?!
3:45
You can be my mistress
3:52
SHUT THE FUCK UP I HATE YOU BITCH
Guys… I hate that little twink
4:14
You can see the hurt in her eyes. That cut deep. And I hate teen for it. There’s no way bro. I’m so angry. She is gonna be a meanie now 😖🔫
4:40
FUCKING WIZARD OF OZ (and wicked. Come at me) I FUCKING LOVE THIS SHIT I LOVE WICKED TOO IM SO EXCITED
I might love Angelina Jolie and her role but fuck you Billy. (I forgot to mention I will be jumping back and forth between Billy and teen now lol)
6:06
That’s a lot of swords bro ✋😭
6:30
YEAH SHES BEING FUCKING TRUTHFUL YOU BITCH TAKE THAT SWORD YOU BITCH
7:04
Damn. Kinda wish you didn’t move
7:35
LILIAAAAA YEAAAAHHHHHH
8:02
Oh lorrrddddd
TEEN IS THE SON OF THE SCARLET WITCH HOW DO YOU KNOW?!
So iconic
8:35
She’s so real for that. Fuck you Jen
9:12
Wtffff I’m terrified. She’s terrified so I’m terrified
9:33
Poor baby.
10:25
POOR BABY I LOVE YOU BABY
10:50
I HATE YOU
10:52
Nvm. You’re chillin. Still don’t like you but I don’t hate you. Take care of my baby
11:30
Wait. Noooo I’m so scared
11:41
NO YOURE LYING STOP
11:51
LMAOOOOO PFTFFTFTFTTTT
12:07
DO IT FOR ALL OF US WE ARE NOT COOL
12:13
BAHAHAHHAHAAAA “damn using his full name” WTFFFF
12:40
Nah shit lol
12:49
FUCK YEAH
13:20
Me every damn day
14:13
Okay we’ll time is not of the essence right now
14:44
LEAVE MY BABY ALONE
15:20
Just a baby guys. My baby. My baby. You’re my baby say it to me.
15:58
So fucking real but quit with the attitude Jen. I’ll punch you
16:09
IS THAT TEENS BOOK?!
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DONT HIDE IT BRO
16:30
Me too gurl.
16:41
That is traumatizing
17:21
CALL ME BABY BRO…. Oh my god. I’m so bad. I’m so so bad. She’s an older esteemed gentlewoman and I am 18. I’m a fucking slut bro ✋😭
17:39
Querent? More like queerent WAIT OMG WE TWINS LMAOOOO
17:57
That’s so real
18:08
You’re a bitch. That’s what you are. I’m not as angry. But the way you treated my wife earlier… I hold grudges. And I hope rio does too.
19:10
Yeah. Enormous potential to get absolutely socked by me.
(Maybe I’m a little salty)
19:32
REJNION BRING BACK MY WIVES
19:38
Me with my essay bro ✋😭
20:02
IM MISSING A WIFE
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That’s so fucking sad baby. I love you. I’ll take care of you.
You know what?? I bet she was terrified of getting sick even a little bit after this.
21:00
NOO I STG YOU BETTER STAY AWAY FROM TALP THIJGS BRO
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WHY THEY LOOK LIKE THAT WHY THEY WALKING LIIE THAT BRO
22:35
Logically. I know Jen joins her. But I still feel like I’d believe it if she left
22:39
Awwww okay. I don’t not like Jen anymore. Sisters. We’re sisters. There were never much devoted sisters
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YOU KNOW SOMETHING. YOU KNOW SOMETHING AND IF IT IS MORE THAN JUST YOU FALLING THEN ILL FIGHT YOU
23:05
Okay. I got it lol
23:20
Who is this diva?
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THE COVEN HELL YEAHHG
24:30
Slay
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DONT PLAY WITH ME ILL KMS SO HARD
24:54
If youre about to tell me that I’m not actually about to find out that Wanda’s tower reversed I’ll fight.
25:07
OH LAWD IM SCARED
25:09
OH LORD THAT WAS AGGRESSIVE
25:28
THAT SHIT ACTUALLY MADE ME GASP AND SCREAM IN MY DORM AT 11:09 AT NIGHT BRO
HELP WHAT IS THAT?!
25:32
NO RIO I LOVE YOU YES RIO BUT DO NOT KILL HER PLEASE DONT KILL HER RIO I LOVE YOU. PLEASE DONT KILL HER
25:52
THEY JUST CINFIRMED WHAT WE ALREADY KNEW BRO
25:59
I LITERALLY JUST SAID OUT LOUD “oh that’s hot”
✋😭😭
26:02
YAAASSSSSS WE BEEN KNEW THIS THOUGH
26:30
OH SHE ANGRY
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Dayummmm she angry angry. I mean. I guess I would be too.
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Idk what y’all heard but all I heard was MOMMY
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HELL YEAH BABAYYYY
27:17
If it is Rio calling her a coward I will actually shoot someone.
27:23
Why the captions spell magic like magick? Anybody know that one? I’m not a witch so I wouldn’t know
27:35
OH FUCK NOOOOO
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OH FUCK NO DONT LET THEM TAKE YOU BABY
28:35
GRAVITY
28:39
Okay little boo thangs Salem seven lollll they be swimming ✋😭��
28:57
WAIT IS SHE KILLING THEM?!?!
29:04
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO KM GONNA CRY IM SCTUSKKY GONNA CRY SO HARD DONT LET GO BABY DONT LET GO
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NO FUCK NO NO NO NO
Omg I’m gonna throw up I’m getting so worked up
29:26
Thank you for not showing us that. I’m okay with gore. I’m not okay with heartbreak. Even though my heart is broken.
29:46
Awww she’s just a baby. Just a wee baby.
I have a love hate relationship with Jac Schaeffer
I’d much rather blame Kevin fiege. He’s def behind this all. Also. I’m a man hater so yeah lol (not fr tho)
In conclusion: I’m kms.
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cleavetheclover · 9 months ago
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Clver, think about it...shadowire (platonic or romantic) domestic fluff,,, or just fluff,,, angsty fluff? ps this is just my sleep deprived ramblings
Like...
- Post Hourglass Omen being found by Cypher (probably willingly i don't see Cypher going to go see Omen if he'd rather not see Cypher) and just...a talk. Omen venting. Cypher comforting Omen and listening quietly. And then cuddles. A kiss when Cypher leaves Omen be again and an orange, "for luck," Cypher would say (knowing it had no such meaning)
- Pre Hourglass, Omen coming to see Cypher at night, cuddles and physical intimacy mixed with quietness, because if nothing else Over feels just a little more grounded when Cypher is holding him.
- Cypher noticing little quirks Omen has. Sometimes Cypher tells Omen about what he's noticed. Omen enjoys it because it at least means he's still human if nothing else. (I mean, what kind of monster has a preferred sitting position or a certain kind of wool they enjoy knitting the most?)
- Above, but roles exchanged. Omen notices things about Cypher that makes him Cypher and some that makes Amir. It's weird, Cypher thinks, I'd hate being known but it feels natural with Omen. (Inspired mostly by hermit card, which normally means like being known by no one but yourself)
ehh welp thas all i got in the brain goodnight I'm by no means asking you to draw any of these i just saw your ask thingy and went "bet lemme think"
Noooooo stop I stg every single member of the cyphmen community has the exact same headcannons please 😭😭😭
(Not that I’m complaining, that just means more food for all of us)
ANYWAY all of these are wonderful ideas and I definitely want to write all of them!!! Unfortunately I am rather swamped right now bc senior design is kicking my ass and job hunting is harder than ranking up in val, and my current hyperfixation is a game called Noita…
But I’ll definitely get back to writing as soon as my life stops being as volatile as a bucket of acetone.
Also I wrote a short thing for the hourglass thing I hope you like it! I’ll respond to the other prompts later
Post hourglass Omen:
I think he would shut himself in his room for a while and just sit there, completely overwhelmed and not sure where to go or what to do next.
Since it’s cannon that Omen can sense others emotions, I think pre-HG Omen would have already sensed a timid friendship and significant fear from Viper, but it wasn’t until post-HG that he knows why. He’s having this world-shattering realization that one of the few people he has trusted and befriended in this lifetime not only doesn’t return that friendship, but actively fears him, and for good reason.
Imagine learning that your best friend fears you, for an incident you would have never learned of—had you not hired a shady information broker to find it out for you.
Confirming that she sees you as a monster— something you never wanted to be.
Yeah, I’d be pretty lost and upset too.
So Omen is gonna be hiding in his room trying to figure out a path forward and simultaneously avoid thinking about said path forward.
Cypher, being the nosiest man alive, a friend of Omen’s, and also the guy who helped orchestrate the mission in the first place, is not gonna sit there and let Omen feel so alone.
He shows up and Omen really wants to just slam the door and tell him to fuck off, but he really doesn’t have the energy (and also can’t really afford to burn more bridges at the moment). So begrudgingly he lets him in.
Cypher softly says his name, “Omen,” but the shadow doesn’t dare look him in the eye. Instead he stares at the sentinel’s belt. Browth leather. Battle-worn. Probably replaced several times over, like Omen’s own combat gear.
The sentinel approaches, and Omen can feel a protective sentiment befitting his role as a Sentinel. It’s soothing, he’s felt it before, but he really wishes he weren’t the subject of such a keen emotion right now.
Cypher’s gloved hands come up to rest on the sides of his own shoulders. The intent is to be reassuring, but Omen doesn’t find it to be such. What is he supposed to do with his own hands, anyhow? Touch Cypher’s shoulders? His belt, or chest?? His waist???
Well, the chest option is gone, because the next thing he knows Cypher’s chest is pressed against his own. And his arms are wrapped around his back.
Omen always knew humans were warm, but for some reason, he had always imagined Cypher to be cold. Maybe it was the utter lack of skin showing. The minimal expressions in his mask. The way he never so much as brushed hands with anyone else in the Protocol, as if he were a robot like KAY/O. Hell, the literal killer-bot had a warmer attitude than Cypher most of the time. Maybe it was…
Whatever.
Cypher is warm. Like any other human. Embracing him without any reservations at all.
No fear. No pity. No grief.
It makes him feel like, for one moment, that maybe he isn’t a monster after all.
Omen responds in the only way he can think of: he ducks his head down and buries his face in Cypher’s collar, and lifts his hands up to Cypher’s back and pulls him as close as he can.
He smells like bar soap and leather. And something else more organic, musky almost like sweat, but that can only be described as subtle and pleasant.
Alas, their embrace cannot last forever. Poor Cypher is a man, not a scented candle or a stuffed animal that can be basked in or embraced forever. Omen releases him, already missing the warmth and the scents and the textures and the intimacy, but he would rather save face and keep Cypher comfortable than anything else.
Cypher seems… satisfied.
Omen isn’t sure how he feels.
There’s a long pause.
“I am not my past,” he blurts, immediately wishing he didn’t. He almost says something else to brush it away, but he knows that doing so will only dig a deeper hole for himself. He says nothing more and hopes Cypher will have the courtesy to do the same.
But the Sentinel, as always, has other plans.
“Neither am I.”
Omen’s gaze snaps up at that.
The Sentinel then reaches into a bag of items that he had discarded upon entering, and produces a ball of yarn and a small tin box.
“I have spent the last decade of my life paying for crimes too heinous to be named.” He comes to stand in front of Omen once again. “They called me everything from a villain to a monster to, well. ‘Villain’ and ‘monster’ in more callous terms.”
Cypher chuckled humorlessly. Omen dared not ask who ‘they’ was referring to, but got the feeling that he didn’t need to.
“I am not absolved from my past. I cannot fix the innumerable lives I have ruined or the things I have destroyed.”
Then he lifted the little tin up to his face. “But then again, what kind of monster has a favorite type of tea?”
In his other hand, outstretched to Omen, was the ball of yarn. “Or a favorite type of wool?”
Omen just stared at it. Cashmere imported from India, said the label.
“To the best of my ability— which admittedly isn’t much— I left it all behind.” Cypher somberly bushes the tips of gloved fingers across his masked cheek. “My name. My face. My skin, even.”
Omen tilted his head at that last one. It sounded painful. But then again, what about Cypher’s existence wasn’t?
“Like me, you might carry the legacy of a monster. But that does not mean you are one.”
The cashmere is soft in Omen’s hands. He runs his thumb along each strand, marveling in the gift. On its own, it didn’t feel deserved. But when he looks back sees the tin of tea being cradled in Cypher’s own hands, it does.
Former monsters sitting under a warm roof with their silly little domestic joys: the thought of it almost makes Omen laugh.
Cypher must have seen the way the tension eased from Omen’s shoulders, because now he is chuckling too.
Bastard.
“Omen,” the informant takes the revenant’s hand and says his name with that dratted melody of affection in his voice, “Would you like to knit while I brew us some tea?”
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Since you suggested an orange:
It’s a very cute idea— I think oranges are for luck and wealth in Chinese culture, not sure about other ones tho.
Unfortunately I’ve come to kind of associate them with mourning. My grandma passed away last summer, and my grandpa and I leave flowers and oranges on her gravestone when we visit. So I didn’t feel like writing that into this little story lol
And yeah I also incorporated your “what kind of monster has a favorite kind of wool?” Thing in here wahoo
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seemingly-random-rants · 3 months ago
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Stg if my mom doesn't shut up about the fucking revelation days...
She is ALWAYS asking me why I'm so upset all the time... Then turns around and starts talking about "have you read the book of revelations yet? I swear it's what's going on with the world right now... Baby why are you crying?"
Let me think...
1) you just told me that the world is going to end very fucking soon no matter what I fucking do
2) you invalidate me because getting to the point of my thoughts is like restoring a pool after a cat10 hurricane and you don't even have any patience for me to skim through the minor shit so you just go "alright alright alright"
3) I HAVE ABSOLUTELY ZERO POWER OVER THE SHIT YOU KEEP TELLING ME YET YOU TALK TO ME LIKE I CAN FIX IT AND GET FREAK OUT WHEN I GET OVERWHELMED WITH IT
4) WHY SHOULD I SHOW ANY INTEREST IN ANYTHING YOU'RE SHOWING ME IF YOU'RE JUST GOING TO TELL ME ABOUT THE END OF THE WORLD SOME FUCKING MORE???
No I DON'T remember ever reading Revelations... Nor do I want to! I'M NOT ABOUT TO READ IT EITHER!! I HAVE ENOUGH FUCKING ANXIETY WITHOUT HAVING TO TRACK THE END OF THE GODDAM WORLD SHUT UP ABOUT IT JUST FUCKING SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP please don't talk about it anymore 😭 I didn't come home to you for this... I want my mom back just fucking shut the fuck up about the Bible and revelation days... We've already been to hell now shut up about it please I don't want to remember the trauma and I don't want to think about what's going to fuck us over in the future I don't want to know!!
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firecrackerhh · 1 year ago
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Every single goddamn time I see anyone even bring up the whole “Viv didn’t have to replace the pilot VA’s!!!” At this point it’s like.
Sure, she didn’t have to. But she did. Know why? Because unlike the pilot VA’s Broadway singers can actually fucking sing and it’s way less expensive to have one person who can sing and voice act at the same time than to have one person speaking and another person singing.
Hell if I remember right, in a Hunicast, Viv said she didn’t plan on keeping the pilot VA’s in the first fucking place, not her fault you got so attached.
This shit isn’t difficult to understand nor is it a big goddamn deal can we all shut tf up about this now for the love of god?
Every time I see this complaint I wonder if the people bitching understand that the pilot VA’s are doing just fucking fine and bringing this shit up all the fucking time just makes you sound like a whiny brat.
It is what it is. Life is nothing but constant bullshit until we fucking die, grow the fuck up already.
I would think I would stop hearing this complaint after we knew who the new VA’s were gonna be but I guess not.
Some people act like hazbin hotel was gonna be the pilot VA’s main source of income when it got picked up or some shit and without it they were gonna die penniless or some shit I stg. So dramatic.
Besides VA’s typically have more than one project at a time they’re working on, even if they kept their roles they would still be doing other shit in the meantime. Nothing would change really.
Stg if I hear any bitching about the new VA’a when Hazbin comes out I’m gonna start fucking blocking people I do not have the fucking mental fortitude to put up with morons who refuse to grow the fuck up and move the fuck on.
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