#thats me there on the floor as per usual

[dog2blog]

anyway, forewarned gets crazy

[the-fabulous-51]

so sorry for the people here who wish for another fic for my 'weathers family farm' series/are wondering if I'm dead. finals may have killed my spirit but mostly my writers block is being caused by my brain being taken over by my OCs. they're not even paying rent (letting me write about them in a publishable way)

[servicpop]

kinktober week 4 — impact play vallen ( ceo oc ) x bttm male reader

ⓘ riding crop use , basically pain kink , punishment , short

It started with dinner, you accidentally spilling red wine on Vallen's navy suit, — though he wasn't mad at all, he could easily afford five more if he wanted to — breaking a cup while trying to make yourself a drink, and then your overly clingy behaviour in his office while he was trying to finish paperwork for the night. Your audible groaning didn't help the countless pages of useless but important information he had to hand write.

You were draped over the couch Vallen had against one of the walls in his office, your head laying off the armrest turning your vision upside-down. Per usual, Vallen was sat at his desk with a pen in hand, quietly scribbling whatever he needed onto one piece of paper before moving to the other.

“Vallen, I'm so lonely can you please pay your boyfriend some attention?” There it was again, your whiny tone and your pouty lips chirping off about something Vallen didn't even care to listen to. But, just hearing your voice again broke his last straw.

Vallen abruptly pushed himself away from the desk, standing up with his back faced to you. From the absence of words, you knew he was pissed, and that was enough for you to sit up properly and fix up your posture. You heard the scraping of wood against wood as Vallen pulled open the bottom drawer from his desk, pulling out a long black stick with a fanned out edge.

The moment you saw him slap the edge against his palm, making that crackle noise, you realised that he was holding a riding crop.

The CEO turned around to face you, striding towards the couch where you sat with each footstep accompanied with the clack of his shoes against the polished wooden floors. There wasn't a frown on his face, nor did he have a monotone expression; Vallen wore an unsettling, sweet smile.

“Sweetheart I'm sure you're aware of how busy I am,” he cooes, carding his fingers through your hair, tucking back any fly-aways behind your ear. You shudder from the oddly soft touches despite the vein thats straining on his forehead. He brings the black riding crop to your cheek, gliding the leather along your skin.

“All you've done today was annoy me, isn't it time I teach you a lesson, hm?” His voice was dangerously smooth, like faux fur on an expensive coat. You don't have the heart to reply so you just swallow your words.

“Lay down across my lap,” Vallen drops an octave and the smile drops from his face. He leans back against the velvet couch, a knuckle pressed against his cheek as he waits for you to bend down. He looks down at you as if you were a tiny mouse and he was a cat with sharpened claws.

You would be a fool if you didn't obey, so you did, almost instantly laying down over his knees. He brings your hands behind your back, slipping off the tie he was wearing to bind your wrists together in a tight bow. You were just like a present on Christmas, bound with a little bow and waiting for Vallen to tear apart.

His fingers slid underneath the back of your pants, brushing against the small of your back before he pushed them down all the way to your ankles. He didn't bother fully taking them off.

He brought the riding crop to the mound of your ass, caressing your skin with small circles before he brought it up and slammed it down on your tender flesh. A surprised yelp tumbled out of your mouth as you flinched upon impact, wincing at the sting.

“Count, prince,” He corrected, using his free hand to slip down the crack and to your puckered hole. “Use your words.”

The tips of his fingers nudged at your opening, pushing past your tight rim to slip one finger in. He brought the crop up again and smacked it down, sending ripples through your now reddened cheek.

“T—Two,” you manage to choke out between whimpers. The sting made you squirm, instinctively trying to apply pressure to the 'wound.' As your hands attempt to wriggle out of its confinements, Vallen smacks your wrists with the tool, earning another pained gasp from you.

He clicks his tongue in disappointment while his fingers push up against your pelvic bone, sinking his finger into your tight channel.

“You're getting so red,” He chuckled hollowly, tracing the red marks on your skin with the leather, “I told you, it really is your color.”

Vallen leaned his head down to kiss your wrists before he moved the crop over your ass again. He delivered another smack, the sound piercing through the otherwise silent room. Your knees instinctively bend up as your legs squirm from the pain similar to a burn under your skin.

Vallen takes the opportunity to slip a second finger inside, his ring finger accompanying his middle. He doesn't move them, he keeps his fingers completely still inside of you, letting your muscles contract and clench down on them with each hit to your sensitive skin.

“Three,” you sob out, tears brimming your eyes as the pain builds up. His fingers are tormenting you, buried so deep that just a slight nudge of his fingers could get you writhing in pleasure. Vallen sets the riding crop down for a minute, sliding his fingers under your adams apple to lift your face up.

“Poor boy, let's switch it up.” Vallen's voice is full of sugar, like molasses dripping off his tongue. It made your throat clog and your stomach ache as if you really did eat something overly sugary.

He hoists you up by your torso, letting your knees bend and your calves press against the back of your thighs in a sitting position. He marvels at your pink cock flush against your lower stomach, letting out a small condescending chuckle.

“Why are they closed, dear?” he tuts, shaking his head disapprovingly as he places a hand on each of your knees, delicately pulling them apart. He fishes the riding crop from the couch, holding it firmly in his palms; he doesn't do anything with it just yet. His free hand makes it's way to cradle your cheek, dipping his thumb past your pink lips and into your mouth. You're sitting taller than him at the moment due to the fact that you were on your shins while he had both feet flat on the floor.

Vallen lets you suck his finger for a second and he can feel your warm, wet tongue over the pad of his thumb. He looks up at you with such bedroom eyes, dipping his head down to press a quick kiss to your chest covered by the thin fabric of your shirt. Your body tenses up at the light touch to your now hardened nipples, and Vallen takes advantage of the distraction.

He brings the leather of the riding crop to your tip, thwacking it with enough force to get you to whine and flinch but not enough to wholeheartedly hurt you. He lets the crop linger on the slit of your cockhead before he lifts it up slowly to peek at the underside of it.

“You're making such a mess” he muses, observing the dampness of the flap from the pre-cum bubbling from your urethra. It's smeared all over the material, creating a sticky mess all over yourself and the tool.

He uses his index finger to slide along the slit, gathering all the fluid on his finger before he shamelessly wipes his fingers clean on your stomach.

“How many is that now?” he questions you while pulling your shirt up and above your head, revealing your perky chest, untainted with red as of now.

“Four,” you hiccup, the pain made you fidgety but the pleasure kept you grounded. You saw the gradual color change from a lighter pink to red on your skin. You let out a choked moan when Vallen smacks your dick with the crop again, sending shockwaves of pain through your veins.

It hurts so bad that it's good.

Vallen's non-dominant hand seemed to be contradictory to the one holding the tool. He gently caressed and patted the supple skin of your chest, soothing you with honeyed touches. Vallen leans his face in closer to your skin, littering small kisses over your clavicle and latched his mouth onto one nipple.

“V—Vallen, don't,” you whine out, struggling with your restraints as you attempted to try and push him back. He knew you were weak where your chest was, and it was confirmed with the way your breathing elevated.

Your words fell to dead ears nonetheless, his hand gingerly twisting and flicking your buds while he kissed the other. The riding crop in his hands dragged up from the bottom of your stomach all the way to the nipple Vallen's mouth was previously tormenting.

He places the flap flat along your pink bud before hitting it harshly. Your body instinctively jerked back and a pained cry punched out of your throat as your chest slowly reddened.

“Too harsh? Is it too sensitive up here?” He feigned concern, cooing at you like a child. He moves his hand to rub your nipple soothing before delivering a lighter smack to it again. It was all raw and achy; you'd definitely need to place bandages over it for the next few days from how sensitive it'll get.

The dragging of leather down and up your length so teasingly was undoubtedly kindling a fire in the pit of your stomach. The cold leather slicked with your own fluid was so erotic, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin from the ticklish feeling.

“Val— wait, wait–!” Your words are all chopped up as Vallen slaps the area where your balls meet the underside of your cock, the hit sending ripples down your spine, making you bend forward and slam your legs shut. The tingling sensation was enough to pull you off the edge and you could feel your thighs convulse and that familiar feeling of an orgasm well up in your balls.

“That's my good boy,” Vallen's seductive tone rings through your ears and you're wriggling in the tie wrapped around your wrists, letting out a muffled whine through your throat. Your eyelashes flutter rapidly before your body can't hold it in anymore as you empty out your load.

The weight lifts from your balls and leaves you panting, body slumped and aching. The afterfeeling of the slaps started to sting and tingle.

You can't even bring your mind to realise the mess you made on Vallen's clothing, white splayed out across his thighs. Through dazed eyes you see him move his hands behind your back, untying you from the grasp of his tie.

“You won't bother me while I'm working again?” he asks, and he expects you to reply with a 'yes.' He slips a hand to your cheek, wiping away any stray tears that escaped from your tear ducts.

“I've learnt my lesson,” you mumble against the warmth of his palm, nuzzling into the affectionate gesture.

“Good.”

[blondieeu]

self righteous. rafe c.

rafe, who’s got an idea when he catches kelce's pretty little pouge sister sneaking back into the house in the middle of the night after a halloween party.

he sits with his arms crossed, leaning against your marble island counter as he waits for you to finish struggling through the window. the kitchen being only lit by the stove light made his figure seem a little more intimidating.

when you think the coast is clear and dust the spider webs off your tight, skimpy shirt, you start into the kitchen and are met with one of the biggest shit eating smirks you think you’ve ever seen.

“so, where’d you end up runnin’ off too?”

your heart drops into your chest as you look back at your elder brothers best friend, as well as your friend groups worst nightmare. dressed up in a plain white t-shirt, and some plaid pajama pants. why the hell was he up this late anyway?— and who was he to ask you that question!?

“or—who’d you end up runnin’ off with? oh no, let me guess, the good for fucking nothing pouges.”

rafe, was only supposed to be staying over your house for the weekend. he and your brother, just crashing here for the night since their car broke down on the way to somewhere else, that’s all! so why is he all up in ur grill?

“don’t be an asshole rafe”

"oh well I don't know," he started off, condescendingly "pretty sure your little friends acted like assholes to me when they sunk my boat." he leaned his head down like he was about to take a peak under it. "wonder what your brother would do if he knew you were back with them"

with a sigh you furrowed your eyebrows to give him the best puppy dog face you’ve ever put on for absolutely anybody. he still stood there though, uncrossing his arms and even going to make a movement to tell you to come a little closer—you oblige him.

he put his hand on his trap and rolled his neck around. rafe already looked like he was about to start spouting some bullshit, like he always does. at around this time he also started to really look at what you were wearing too, you were dressed up like a damn hoochie.

“please please rafe, be cool? just this once” you pleaded with him trying to think of any way he could just not be an asshole and be cool for once. the male chuckled and put his hands on the counter, he’s so antsy, why?

"alright-i'll make you a deal, alright?" rafe wiped his nose with his thumb and crossed his well built arms once again. he paced around the kitchen like he was trying to hype himself up to ask the question. "I won't say anything if you let me fuck you."

you laughed nervously, looking around for a couple of seconds with a awkward smile on your face before coming to terms with the fact that he's being serious. you could almost feel your heart dropped as you looked for any playfulness in his face.

“are you fucking serious?! no??-what the fuck”

"hey-hey I should be sayin' that, alright?" rafes brows pushed down as he angrily pushed his finger into his chest. "you're the one out fuckin' around at night, not me ok?! and don't act like you don't like me, I read it in sarah's diary."

you watched as rafe tried to come up with some insane explanation for why he's in the right, as per usual. "are you forreal?" he shrugged. "gonna do this or not?" you quietly weighed your options.

•••

a mean chuckle erupted from the man behind you, "you cryin' ?" he asked teasingly, just from his tone you could hear the shit eating grin on his face, he was never gonna stop holding this over your head.

sobs poured from your mouth like a facet with every thrust as the he fucked you from behind, both of your hands tightly pinned behind you from rafe getting quickly irritated with you trying to stop his movements.

the couch. thats how far he made it on the very short walk to the bedroom before getting impatient and just ripping your clothes off you right then and there; your white skirt laying on the foyer floor as proof.

he had you pushed right into the piece of nice furniture- your white leather family couch. your hands rested on the crest rail of the couch and your knees were widely spread out on top of it, from when he pushed his knee in between yours and forced them open.

"cryin' cus you know you got no business letting me fuck you" he mocked you as he pressed all his body weight into your lower back. rafe whispered into your ear while he gifted you full strokes of his cock. "what if I tell your friends you let me fuck you, what if I tell my sister hm? what's she gonna think?"

"i-" just as a breather loud yelp escaped your throat your brothers best friend wrapped a hand around your mouth, swiftly muffling all your sounds. "be-quiet"

blondieeu xx

[hearts4werka]

NNN day 2 | Gothically Yours

summary: you’ve forced your boyfriend to let you do goth makeup on him and the experience turns out to be more fun than he could have expected, leaving both of you giggling while laying on the floor together…

warnings: FLUFF none! Just fluffy soft!bf!chris and his goth girlfriend playing around 😋

authors note: here we goo, second day of NNN done already. this idea was brought to me by @cupiidk1lls and basically all thanks to her for the idea, we’ve been brainstorming over it together too and how it should go. Sorry if this is a bit short too but idk how to make them longer without repeating the same things over and over again lol, hope y’all enjoy

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I scavenge through my makeup bag, preparing all of the products for a fun little activity I’ve managed to force Chris into today. Doing my style of makeup on him, he as per usual opens a can of pepsi and take a simple sip, we both sit in front of the mirror in my room with a variety of different stickers of my favorite bands and artists adoring the rims and edges of it as quiet rap music plays from the record player I have in my room. It was Chris’s choice today so thats why theres lil skies playong on the background, Ive bought vinyl records of the albums he listens to the most just so both of us can listen to the music we like.

He starts quietly singing along to the song currently playing by the time I turn my head to put on his headband to get his hair out of his face for once. "You like this song?" I ask, turning my head back to my makeup bag. Chuckling at his sudden musical interest, “Of course I like the song, it’s my favorite!” He states cheeringly which makes me giggle, after making sure I have everything I glance back at my canvas for today which is my boyfriend’s face. Grabbing the headband I put it over his head and pull it onto his forehead finally revealing his full face that’s always covered by his long ass hair.

“Finally I can see your full face.” I state slightly teasing, just to mess with him as I place a gentle kiss on his forehead which leaves faint black residue from my lipstick. He looks behind me at himself in the mirror and immediately notices the marks on his forehead, “Whats that on my forehead?” He questions and his eyes land on me and my black lips, already figuring out what it is. A soft chuckle erupts from his throat as he wipes it off with his hand while going back to looking at himself in the mirror. “Bro I look weird as fuck in this headband thingy.” “No, you don’t.” “Just look at me!” He argues and gestures to the mirror for me to look.

I turn my head and glance at him in the mirror, a slight pout playing on his lips. “You look fine, don’t be dramatic.” I reply before moving onto the main task at hand, he puts a hand on his chest for a more dramatic effect. “I’ll be as dramatic as I like, thank you very much.” Chuckling at his statement I pick up the first products and start to work on the base of his makeup. Blending in the products together with a beauty blender, his face already appearing whiter than ever. He glances over my shoulder again at himself in the mirror and decided to drop a comment. “Now I look like Casper the ghost.”

“Stop moving, Chris!” I comment softly, grabbing his face and again making him face me so I can continue my work. He mumbled a quiet “yes ma’am” under his breath before becoming still but I could feel his hands creeping up to rest on my hips to pull me closer to him as soon as I pull my hands way from his face. As I add the powdered products, I go over his nose and he sneezes from the tickle. “What was that?” He asks, glancing down at the brush with powder on it that made him sneeze so suddenly and raises an eyebrow. “It’s just powder, now just stay still in about to do your eyeliner.” I answer, going over his face with the brush again to apply the rest of the powder needed on his face.

Now moving onto the next step which is my favorite and really brings the look together, the eye makeup. I pick up the eyeliner along with a small fluffy brush and my pallet I use everyday. I start of with base eyeshadow, creating a smoky eye before finally opening the eye liner and starting to outline the shape. “How long is it gonna take you to finish?” I chuckle at his slight impatience, deep down I know he wants it to take longer than expected because he secretly enjoyed me doing makeup on him since we always end up as two laughing messes on the ground.

“It’s not gonna take me too long, don’t worry.” Then I go back to doing his eye makeup, now filling in his wing with the black eyeliner. Out of the corner of my eye I notice him admiring me as I do his makeup, I can’t help but let a small smile spread across my face at his eyes constantly being glued to my face. “Y’know you’re cool as fuck. Right?” He asks, tilting his head in question as if he’s never said those words to me. “You’ve told me that before today already.” “I know but I can’t help speaking the truth, ma.” His words earn him a deserved kiss on the lips, a sweet smirk appears on his face as he takes this opportunity to gently tackle me to me the ground and littler multiple kisses on my face.

I start giggling my ass off from the feeling left behind each one of the kisses before finally speaking between laughter. “You’re gonna ruin my makeup!” My words don’t make him surrender and only fuel him more to start tickling my sides, causing me to flinch slightly and intensify my laugh. “My-“ kiss “beautiful-“ kiss “goth-“ kiss “queen.” He says between each and single kiss as my laughter attaches onto him and infect him with my contagious giggles. He drops down next to me on the ground and we start laughing even harder than before completely out of nowhere, our surrounding becoming nonexistent as the only thing that’s left is just our laughing forms on the ground.

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[dayziiducks]

'This ones for you'

m!crush x f!reader

when your only motivation to go to school on Monday is to see your crush's basketball game

warnings : cursing

i sighed as i walked to the washroom with my best friend, (bf/n), on a Monday morning as per usual. Unfortunately for me our school and most school things here are like 5 hours earlier than all schools so.. yippee more sleep deprivation. The only two things that keep me motivated to go to school are my friends, and my crush, (c/n).

Luckily for me we had physical education with his class today so actually had a reason to look forward to all that running. "man i wish that we could just have Mondays off it'd be so much easier.." i said to her groggily as we entered the washroom to change into our PE attire. "hmm if we did the you'd just be complaining about how you can't see (c/n) all day." "i guess that's true.. but i don't talk about him that much..ever since his dumbass went and joined basketball the girls in our cohort flock like crazy at even the slightest mention of his name..i know hot girls don't gatekeep but still." "Don't worry too much about it i'm sure you two will get together at some point it's just a matter of time." she replied playfully in attempts to reassure me. (c/n) and I get along pretty well but we never really established what we were so i'm always wondering what context he means his words in. Every time he says something that could be romantic my brain just says : he does that with all his friends, you're not special. But I digress.

We walked down to the indoor basketball court and gathered with our other classmates. And (c/n). Me being the coward that i am i avoided all eye contact knowing damn well that he'll just go ' What're you staring at.' like i'm staring at you staring at me. i didn't want him to get all cocky that i was staring at him though so i kept my glance on the floor. We then dispersed as our classmates hogged the basketballs and started playing 3 on 3. (bf/n) and I sat down on the stairs and watched as (c/n) laughed and played with the other guys. God he was so pretty. I went on my phone and started scrolling since i was so bored. i guess nothing was gonna happen today after all.

Then, a familiar voice caught my attention. "YO (y/n) ! THIS ONES FOR YOU !" (c/n) yelled as he shot the basketball into the hoop and grinned. his friends made remarks as they pat him on the back. my jaw dropped. my brain was thinking : (c/n), i love you, but OH MY FUCK ARE YOU STUPID THATS SO EMBARRASSING IM GONNA GET BULLIED AND SHOVED INTO LOCKERS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. But in real life i just yelled back "Thanks" and smiled back at him. i could practically hear all the whispers from the people around me as (bf/n) elbowed me and said "ooh looks like that 'matter of time' is gonna happen soon"

As the bell rang and i started packing up to go to geography when (c/n) came up to me and said "yo (y/n) can you help me put bandaids on my fingers ? i got a few cuts from the game." "sure, oh yeah you must be thirsty..here take my water bottle. i didn't open it yet so its fine." i replied as i walked with him to the first aid station. He drank from my water bottle as i held his hands and tended to his cuts. Even his hands were pretty..I couldn't help but feel his gaze on me the whole time which made me feel giddy inside. "Here, all done." i said as i smiled at him. "Thanks (y/n)...if you don't mind maybe you can come with me to the new library that opened up near school ? i remember you telling me how you hated (subj/n) so i thought i could help you out with it." He offered as he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. "of course i really need help in it. And i recall you needing serious help in history. Maybe we can..help eachother?" i asked playfully "sure. we can meet up every Monday if thats okay?" he smiled at me. "fine by me" i said. "alright ! its a date." he said before running off to his next class leaving me to process what i just heard. i freaked out in my head before running off to my geography class to go tell (bf/n). Maybe i am special to him after all.

And maybe..just maybe..I’d start looking forward to Mondays too.

hii i hope you liked that i'll probably post the library date thing the day after tomorrow if you want it :) anyway please feel free to send requests since i'm having writers block rn so.

[pumpkinsy0]

genuinely about to crash out cause this guy ive had a situationship with for the past 2 years has not spoken to me in 3 days … anyways hcs of tarry being confused in their relationship before they both acknowledged it? please🥲

anon,,,u gotta stand up,,,for ur own sanity, GET UP OFF THE FLOOR🗣️🗣️🗣️

•id say this is mainly a thing that happened in hs, bc if they did this at their current ages, theyd b so sick of it so fast and just straight up ask

•the problem w the both of em is that they dont say what they feel and thats how they got into the situation that theyre in LMAOOOO

•ANYWHOO, as per usual they always felt like there was SOMETHING there, but there was always something pushing them away, and in this case, it was darry dating cheerleaders, his weird thing w paul, and just where darry study socially in hs honestly

•tim would never ever ever trust a soc, and as much as he trust darry, thats ALWAYS gonna b dampened by the fact that he hangs out w a lot of soc’s, the JOCK kind of soc’s, so theyre like, double worse (in tims eyes and hes not that wrong tbh)

•but looookkk u cant blame darry for EVERYTHING, hs darry is def dealing w internalized homophobia and hes just scared of that commitment w tim

•theres this pattern between em, where they would have literally thee gayest moment ever, but days later tim would spot darry w some cheerleader and then they avoid each other, then miss each other, then “get back together” annnndddd repeat!!!

•and u can BET, that what got under tims skin most was darry w paul, bc it was literally ALL the problems he had w darry rolled into one AND darry being close w paul in tims eyes is basically like saying “even if we were in a relationship, ur not the kind id be with forever”, yknow???

•tim aint no walk in the park either btw, hes a dick and would get other ppl to fill that void darrys leaving, if hes feeling really hurt, get w another guy to rub it in darrys face later on that tim can do what he want and that hes tooottalllyyy not bogged down by darry

•after darry graduated, i think is where they lost contact w each other for a while, outta sight outta mind type deal, if they did see each other and couldnt avoid talking to each other, it was strictly business and they neeevveeerrrr brought it up

•considering he lost 2 of his #gayluvrs after paul went to college and tim shortly stopped rlly going to school and instead focused on his gang, darry was put off of relationships for a while (2 whole years) that shit made him sick to his STOMACH😭😭

[inkyquince]

kiss! excited for you about the tattoo!

also you should talk about your hyperfixation actually 👀 (if you'd like akahakna)

okay so tattoo under cut and then shall be deleted cuz ew thats me, but im so happy with it and its healing really well. kissing ur head @pip-n-chips (sidenote, the void stares back is my handle on discord and i fuckin pissed myself in surrpise)

But who cares because hyperfixation teehee. i got another ask like this so im splitting my bEEG ideas and leaving one out because im fully on page 3 of writing young bruce wayne fuck boy anyway.

for you? for my pip pip cheerio?

BAD brain rot about Red Hood. Of course, mans is hot and depressed, he's my favourite emo boy.

cw. noncon turned dubcon. pseudo-incest but jason and reader aren't blood related. dacryphilia, mentions of blood, tho its ambiguous. VERY DARK AND NARSTY JASON TODD. Usual batfamily depression. Also, yknow, references to Death In The Family.

But as per usual I have to think my little awful thoughts. Where Jason is fully still in his revenge phase, but it warps. Bruce has let him down repeatedly before it hits him that he's let all of othem down repeatedly. Except for one. You, the bloodspare to Damien, the bloodheir, who never was a Robin, never spread your wings. Stayed home, stayed safe and stayed the softest spot in Batman's side. The one person who'd never leave because you didn't set yourself up for that. Even though you were older than Damien by quite a bit, you had seen every single iteration of Robin come and go, they all knew that Damien stood to inherit the mantle, which was what Bruce truly cared about. But you laughed at the jokes about Damien usurping your role as sole inheritor. And you loved your little brother. And you were loved. As the playboy's sweetest kid, by all of his brothers.

When he was Jason Todd, the boy wonder, the Robin, he loved you. But he wasn't that anymore. And he wanted to hurt the man that left him for dead, by hurting the one person his father could see nothing but goodness in, the one he thought of when he stuck by his moral codes even at the death of his sons. He was Red Hood now. He had blood on his hands.

And fuck, he still loved you.

He loved you as a boy, and as a man, his love took on a salty tinge. Sweat on his tongue, as he dragged it up the back of your neck, to your ear as you squirmed inbetween his forearms, pressed against the floor on your belly. Sweet, simple you. Who'd have gone anywhere for him, with one text. And now, you're here, with his cock sheathed fully into your hole, his mask tilted so that his mouth was exposed. Just so he could bite. And lick. And taste. Despite the saltiness, your tears tasted sweet. You whined for your brother to stop, your cheek pressed against the cold concrete floor, and Jason wondered if you knew that this was close to the place he died, wondered if Bruce told you, wondered if he could ever tell you that he was hurting Batman, hurting Bruce, not you.

So he tucks his fingers into your mouth, letting you taste the metal and blood of his digits, and continues to ruin your virgin hole, spreading you more than your sweet hand ever could before.

Worst of all, the part of him that should feel guilty... Doesn't. At least not after you cum all over yourself and the floor, thighs shaking with his own legs spreading them. Got a front row seat to the most beautiful show on earth and the sounds you made? Slipping from begging your brother, to stop, to slow down, to ease up, to whining and groaning. Then weakly grinding against him, stuffing yourself with the rest of his cock. Whispering for Jason, for Red Hood, to continue, to not stop.

He'd take it all. Your virginity, your first kiss, all the work that Bruce had put in to keep you safe, to keep you isolated from the world until it was safe, but he failed. He failed Jason and now he failed you. No signal would draw him near to save either of his children from what was happening, and wouldn't stop the two of you desperately rutting against each other, Red Hood holding you down by your throat just so you wouldn't be able to wriggle away when he finally cum inside of you.

AnyWAY, tattoo under cut, love u pippy.

:P too late, but it's cool tho

[mayajadewrites]

suguru geto x fem reader – lucky

roommates to lovers–friends to lovers–slow burn

synopsis: Suguru Geto is your best friend and roommate. After a year of living together, there have been more than one opportunity to throw away your friendship. The question is, would you get lucky as fall in love for the rest of your days?

ao3

CHAPTER THREE

Your entire closet is on your floor as you go through every one of your date night outfits to find the perfect one to meet Choso. You settle on a pair of ripped jeans that hug your curves just right, and a white off-the-shoulder blouse. You topped it off with a pair of chunky heels and gold toned accessories.

You hear Suguru putting away dishes, making sure all the pots and pans are organized. You grab your purse and walk out of your room, wary of the reaction you'll receive from Suguru.

He stopped what he was doing when he heard you close your door, his eyes trailing down your curvy figure. Some of your mid-drift was showing, just a sliver, but it left Suguru with a lump in his throat.

"How do I look?" You spun your body, giggling at yourself. "Come on Sugu. Don't tell me it's hideous." You look down at your outfit, double checking that everything looks okay.

"You look beautiful. Per usual." Suguru looked away, back at the dishes. He put the last of the bowls away before leaning his back on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "What time will you be home?"

"Do I have a curfew?" You raise your eyebrow. "I don't recall us setting one when we made the house rules."

"No, but I don't know this guy. You don't know this guy."

"I'll be back by 11. You have my location." You grab your keys from the entryway table. "If anything happens or goes wrong, I'll text you." You take one last look at Suguru. His hair is all the way down, his silky black hair almost illuminating him.

"Be safe." Suguru sighed and looked down. You saw his eyes peer up at you as you closed the door, leaving you feeling like you're doing something wrong. Maybe this isn't the right decision.

No.

He's not your boyfriend.

He's your best friend. Your roommate.

Just breathe.

You arrive at the restaurant and see a man with two buns and tired eyes standing at the doorway on his phone. His physique is muscular, you can even see it through his dark gray sweater. He had a tattoo across his nose, which you thought was cute.

"Choso?" You walk over to him, his head shooting up from his screen. He smiled at you before taking your hand and kissing it.

"Yes. You're even more gorgeous than Shoko described." Choso shoved his phone in his pocket, opening the door to the restaurant. "Thank you for coming, I know blind dates are weird. But Shoko wouldn't shut up about you."

"Funny, she was talking my ear off about you, too." You enter the building, taking in the smells of the delectable dishes.

Choso is very easy to talk to. You notice his nails are painted, which you find very adorable. A man who is in touch with his femininity turns you on, especially if he's as muscular as Choso.

He tells you about his family, more specifically his little brother Itadori, who is his world. He basically takes care of him like a father.

Another point in the cute column for Choso.

"So, what about you? Do you have siblings?"

"No, I'm an only child." You dip a chip in the salsa on the table in front of you. "My friends are my chosen family."

"Thats beautiful." You both reach your hands for a chip, your fingertips grazing each other. Choso blushed at the contact, waiting for you to pull your hand away, but you didn't. Choso grabbed your hand lightly and rubbed his thumb on your knuckles.

"Thank you for meeting me here tonight." Choso gave his card to the waitress. "I'm really glad Shoko wanted to play matchmaker."

"Honestly, me too. This was the highlight of my week." You smile as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

You look at the time on your phone, 9:45 PM.

"Is Itadori expecting you home yet?" You stand up with the help of Choso. His hand stayed on yours as he lead you out of the restaurant.

"No, I told him I'll be home by 11:30." Choso messed with one of his buns. "What did you want to do?"

"Lets..." You look around at the parking lot, seeing if theres any place to get dessert. "Lets just talk in your car."

Choso brings you to his car where he turns on some music and leans his chair back, drumming a beat on his legs. You smile as you watch his quirks – one of them was music. He loved listening and vibing out to music. It was like his own little world.

He laughed when he opened his eyes and saw you staring at him. "I'm sorry, I get lost in music."

"Don't be. It's cute." You turn your knees toward him, your arms slighting pressing your tits together. Choso couldn't help but glance down at them, a shade of red gracing his cheeks,

"Choso?" You tilt your head, locking your eyes with his.

"Hm?"

"You can kiss me, you know." Your eyes move to his lips as his mouth curves into a smile. Next thing you know, his lips are on yours, moving gently with your pace. You press your hand on the side of his face, the firy touch of your skin making him flinch. Choso laid his hand on yours, leaning his cheek into your palm.

"You taste sweet." You pull away gently, licking your bottom lip.

Choso laughed and pressed his head to his headrest. "You're absolutely adorable."

"I'm gonna head home, thank you so much for the date." You kiss Choso's cheek, opening the door to get out of your car.

"Text me when you get home." Choso's arm extended to the chair you were just sitting in.

"Will do." You lean down in the window and smile, closing his door gently.

When you get home, Suguru is in the living room. The only light is from the TV, playing some movie that he's not even paying attention to. He's so buried in his phone he almost doesn't notice you come in.

"I'm home, you can go to sleep now." You slide your shoes off.

"How was it? How was he?"

"It was great, actually. He's really sweet. That Mexican spot we went to is great, me and you should go sometime."

"Mm." Suguru nodded, locking his phone. His eyes look tired, more than usual. He leaned his head back on the couch, fighting to stay awake. "Wanna finish this movie with me?"

You didn't have the heart to say no. At the end of the day, he's your best friend.

"Sure, let me change quick." You go to your room and change into a big tshirt and shorts. Suguru was still awake when you walk back out, his arms extended along the back of the couch. His head was leaing back and to the side with his hair down. His eyes flickered to you, lighting up a bit seeing your figure in the doorway.

You sit next to him on the couch, but still a bit far away.

"Come here." Suguru said with his eyes closed, his arms still wide.

"Suguru, I-"

"Stop talking. I'm tired, I've been worried about you all night, just please come here."

You didn't protest. You snuggled your body into his, leaning your head on his shoulder. You instantly felt safe as you closed your eyes. Suguru leaned his cheek on the top of your head, his arm wrapping around you.

You wake up and hear faint snoring, along with a jet black mop of hair in front of your eyes. Suguru's body was entangled with yours. It's impossible to get out without waking him up. You panic, but at the same time, you don't want to leave this spot. You look up at Suguru's face – he looked so peaceful. His snores were light as his chest moved up and down with his breathing.

You decide to deal with this in the morning. You pull the blanket over the both of you, snuggling deeper into his chest.

[theglitchywriterboi]

The Life And Times Of A Power Dealer

Issue Zero

AUTHORS NOTE: This is a really rough draft I wrote at like 7AM on no sleep & in a format I generally don't write in [first person kinda talking to the audience]. So apologies for any mistakes

I'm not a drug dealer per se… Yes, I do sell things that, to some, may be considered drugs due to the fact they do alter your physical &/or mental capabilities. And yes, the selling of these items may not technically be legal but… Okay, maybe I am a drug dealer.

But what I sell isn't traditional drugs. What I sell gives people… Abilities. Whatever power you want, I probably have on deck. & if I don't, for the right price, I can in a few days.

Superspeed? Obviously. Shape-shifting? You might as well ask if the supermarket has bottled water. Flying? Of course!

See, a few years ago - nine to be exact, about 6% of the population gained Superpowers. Some got only one, but were very powerful - like being so strong they’re able to fold a bus as if it were a piece of paper. Others got several, but were weak - like being able to blow bubbles & being able to float two inches off the floor. Not many people could do it sure [and given how rare powers were in general, may make people - especially kids, stunned], but not really useful, or flashy.

Of course there were others that varied. Some got one weak power - one guy I know can teleport. One inch at a time.

And before you think it’d somehow still be faster than walking, its not. Powers use energy - if you train enough its not super exerting, but when you teleport less than the average step, while simultaneously using up more energy than a step, it’s kinda pointless to train.

Then theres people with multiple strong powers. Super strength & being able to breathe fire. Or being able to control water & the ability to fly as high as you want.

Naturally, some non-powered individuals [and some with subpar powers] are upset they got the short end of the stick.

I can’t blame them to be fair.

So, thats where I come in.

I lucked out, having a few fairly overpowered abilities. The main two relevant for you to know right now though, are: Hyper intelligence, and being able to clone myself.

The government, both the new superpower branch & the normal branch, don’t like people having powers, so they try to keep it suppressed. Ironically, by hiring those with powers [because how can someone with no powers go up against someone who can turn your body inside out?

I make ability supplements. Any way you want them. Some want a patch, others want pills, the weird few want it to be powered - I really hope they’re making a “Super power drink” not snorting it, but once the sales done, it’s none of my business.

Cute story, one guy came in & he wanted a very specific order. Format was glitter, and you cant absorb the power through latex gloves, & once the glitter touches the ground [carpet or grass], it no longer has the power in it. He wanted two powers in it: The ability to fly about six feet off the ground & invincibility. Flying to last two hours & the invincibility to last two & a half hours. He got five doses to take home.

A few days later he comes back absolutely beaming. Turns out his kids [two daughters & a son] fell in love with the Peter Pan movie, so he & his husband dressed in their best Peter Pan outfits, and sprinkled the glitter - or Pixie dust as far as the kids know, on top of all their heads.

He showed me a video - while I wouldn’t recommend videoing yourself using my products [seeing as its a crime & you never know when a bootlicking superpowered motherfucker may somehow access your phone & see your video] it was very adorable. When he showed me he gave a big tip, which most usually don’t, especially after the fact.

Unfortunately, not all customers have such sweet intentions. But once again, after the sale is finalized, what they do is none of my business. Though since I’m still a small timer, there haven’t been any big crimes committed by the people who solicit my services. As far as I know at least.

Being able to clone yourself comes in all forms. Some have what I like to call “Instant spawn”. Basically, versions of themselves spawn near The Origin [the non-clone version] - surrounding a person they're going to attack, different parts of the room, whatever. Traditionally somewhere in proximity to The Origin, though it is incredibly rare for someone to make a clone in lets say Moscow while they're in Seattle. Possible, but again, rare.

Others have my favorite, “The walk out”. Basically the clones seemingly [or literally maybe] walk out of the The Origin. Generally those with that kind stand still while their clones walk out of The Origin but others like to be flashy, making their clones walk out as they walk/run.

The kind I have is… Okay. I call it the meditation method. I close my eyes, generally I sit crisscross or lay down, then my clones walk out of me. Similar to the previous method I suppose, but I have to have my eyes closed & if The Origin [myself in this case] is disturbed - whether I open my eyes voluntarily or I’m attacked, my clones snap out of existence.

I & most people who can clone themselves, retain all the information & memories that our clone went through.

Anyway, I should get onto telling the happenings of my life instead of rambling about powers [I will do more rambling, apologies in advance, but also… You read this & made an active choice to keep reading…].

It all started with an angry father. Different father than the cute story guy [and not his husband either].

[justarandomgirly]

I dont think most people realize how hard it is for some to attend concerts. Or more like, how expensive. Especially for those who live far away from big cities, in countryside.

Lets say the gig is in your country. (Because if we talk about going to concert in another country, thats even more expensive and difficult) So you bought the concert ticket. 150 bucks. Ok. But you must travel by bus or train for hours. And the longer train route, the more the ticket costs. Another cca 100 bucks. (And Im being generous here and use numbers from my, pretty cheap country)

Now. The concerts end usually around 10. Some at 11 if its several acts and headliner starts at 9. You barely have a bus or train back to your town that late at night (if I do I dont take it because I might end up raped or mugged and who will they blame it on? Me,the victim,cos "why was I travelling by train that late at night". Cos - THATS LITERALY WHAT THAT TRAIN IS FOR!!!)

So I have to spend the night at some hotel. I again use numbers from where I live, the cheapest hotel is like 100 bucks per night - there are cheaper options, yes, but you will probably have to walk 3 floors without elevator just to get to the bathroom (happened to me).

Then bus or train back home another day. Thats around 450 bucks just for one concert and I used the lowest numbers I had at hand, again, not even counting when the concert is in different country because the artist doesnt know yours exist.

My point is, my blood boils when I see someone bragging about how they saw artist 40 times then whine are gonna miss one concert due to something.

End of rant.

[themoonsbride]

hi hi, just a cute idea if you want to write it love 🥰 reader has nightmares and she can't fall asleep so peter hugs and kisses her, stroking her hair gently and tells her that there's nothing to be afraid of and that he's with her<3

hello love!!! thank you so so much for the request! this is so adorable, and I had a lot of fun writing it for you ! I hope you enjoy it :) <3

You're Safe With Me .

pairing; Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

summary; (in the request!) Reader has been having nightmares lately, and has been on edge during the working hours of her life, Peter has noticed this and ends up figuring out the issues and makes the reader spend the night with him. <3

warnings; Nightmares, loss of sleep, crying, Aftermath of nightmares, rest is all fluff <3 (please lmk if I missed anything!)

a/n; this is my first new request in awhile and I'm so happy about it!!! also, I've decided that I'll also be taking requests for Anthony from Sweeney Todd !! (another characterJamie plays for those who may not know) :) <3

--×♥︎×--

It was a quiet night through out Hawkins National Labrotoris. The lights had gone out, and everyone was sleeping, peacefully wouldn't be the correct word choice per say because nothing inside of the dreadful building was ever peacefully that any stable mind would say.

But it was at least quiet, there was that much, sure it was usually always quiet, but during the night feeling of it being so quiet was different, some would've said relieving, others would have said extremely skin crawling chilling.

Though, the gaurds and the nurses and the children had all been finally sleeping at the exhausted muscles in their bodies slowly went through the process of fully relaxing, just for them to be overworked again within the next few hours, yours were tense.

You were sleeping, yes, but, it was quiet the opposite from relaxing you, infact it seemed as though it were killing you in a way. Your limps twitched, and your head turned from side to side harshly.

And suddenly your breath decides to join in part of the sensory madness and turn itself into fast pants, and your body coated itself in a cold, thick sweat.

Thats when your brain suddenly turned off its movie of horror that made your heart nervous and your nerves a mental breakdown, your eyes snapped open like a light switch being flickered on.

You sat up quickly, blinking profusely, looking at your surroundings.

You were in your room, and it was nearly 3:25 a.m., you still had about 3 more hours of sleep left.

You took some time to get your nerves back into shape and running again, but you laid, staring at your ceiling, you went to rub your tired eyes and when doing so, they felt damp.

You sighed to yourself and began to wonder how you'd even ended up in here in the first place.

--×♥︎×--

You don't remember what time it was when you fell asleep, but your alarm did its job as it had done everyday for the last year and 5 months now.

You forced your legs to keep you on the cold tiled floor you were standing on, your vision going from a blur to black within seconds from standing too quickly.

This wasn't the first time working in this sort of hell house had given you dreadful images that played in your mind through the night.

They'd been happening to you for about 2 weeks now and it wasnt the first time you had struggled with these types of dreams either.

but they felt more torturous than the shocking collar did. Thankfully you've never came into contact with that God forsaken thing. But you knew someone who has.

His name was Peter, Peter Ballard, and he's the sweetest man you'd ever met inside of this prison, He always smiled even if you could sense he truly didn't want to at times.

And he was always caring of you, others? not so much. He didn't seem to notice any of the other workers or nurses or even most of the children, but you seemed to have caught his eye.

And it made you curious and wonder what it could've possibly been about you that made him attract to you as if you were a magnet.

--×♥︎×--

It was finally your break, your legs quickly exited you from the rainbow room, sure it was the only room with color but sometimes it was nauseating to look at.

You tried not to ponder much about it as you pushed through the double doors of the breakroom and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

The coffee was poor quality and looked mucky inside of the mugs they were meant for. It didn't even fully look like it was coffee inside of a mug, someone who lived beyond the walls of Hawkins Labrotory would've identified it as a mug full of swamp water.

Your eyes felt heavy along with your head, but you did your best to fight off your powerful tiredness and exhaustion. If Brenner had suspected anything of the sorts, you'd never be hearing the end of it.

You had even realized your eyes were resting until the sound of the double doors creaked opened again.

It was that angelic blond man who you dearly adored. His hair was curled perfectly as it were everyday, and his eyes seemed dull, though they still shined through the poor lights in bedded into the ceiling. He also seemed more awake than you were the last week.

"Didn't rest much last night?" He asked, his voice was as soft as a pillow as always. Though it took you a few seconds for your brain to actually register what he said.

"hm? oh, no I slept fine." Your voice croaked, it sounded like you just woke up and your cheeks started to flush pink from embarressment.

"Does that explain those black circles underneath your eyes?" He said, a smirk etched onto his face, you rolled your eyes at him smiling back a tiny bit.

"Whatever Blondie." He hated that name.

"Stop calling me that!" He laughed a little. You sat up a bit more and placed your hand over your heart, pretending to be hurt.

"My word, I thought you found the name to be music to your ears." Sarcasm was booming in your words.

"Your voice in general is."

You thought you'd heard him say something but, he was whispering and your mind felt hazy from how tired you were.

"Hmm?" you hummed to him, but it wouldn't have mattered if he answered you, your mind wouldn't take the time to process it anyway.

You loved being able to joke with him in such a way, it seemed as though you could be sarcastic with him and not get scolded for doing so, infact he found it to be funny.

It only took a few weeks for you and Peter to get along, and before you knew it the both of you were best friends, as a small child would call it. And you seemed to enjoy calling it that too, but it felt somewhat silly to you whenever you did.

He never seemed to have minded though, and it made you not feel as stupid for it.

It also didn't take long for the two of you to realize the love you held for eachother. And you would've never assumed that he would've became your secret boyfriend a day in your life either.

--×♥︎×--

Your shift had recently ended, and you were feeling quite anxious and your mind thought of how horrible this night were going to be.

How you didn't want to have to suffer through another night of vivid nightmares that would leave you shaking for 15 minutes straight.

As you lay on your mattress, staring at your ceiling, each time you'd attempt to close your eyes, they'd only re-open themselves.

Like your own body was refusing itself from falling asleep.

This cycle continued for what felt like hours, but in reality had only been 10 minutes. And at this rate you'd given up on the idea of sleep.

But you knew you had to get some type of sleep if you wanted to be able to wake up on time for work in the morning, so you kicked off your covers and sighed to yourself.

You sighed as you stood at your bed, closing your eyes, and then tears began to fall. You just wanted it to stop, for the nightmares to end, for you to be able to sleep without your entire body having a nervous breakdown.

You looked up at the ceiling and took a breath, quietly exiting your bedroom to go see your true love as guilty as you felt about the idea of awakening him.

Your knuckles quietly tapped against the metal door. Your sniffles surely couldve been heard from the next hall, and through the door.

Your body tensed when you heard the sound of footsteps.

Suddenly the door opened and Peter quickly pulled you inside for you to have not gotten caught, he took a few moments to examine your face before pulling you into his warm embrace.

"What happened baby?" He whispered into your hair, his voice was deep and filled with haziness.

"nothing I just uhm. I haven't been able to sleep and I w-wanted to know if it was okay if.. If I slept here? with you..?" Your voice was trembling and muffled from your face nuzzled into his chest.

His hand start rubbing your back as he comforted you, and you felt your shoulders start to loosen as you melted from his touch.

"Of course.." He mumbled before gently pulling away from you and grabbing your hands, taking you to his bed with him, You'd never seen him in anything but his working clothes, so seeing him wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts was some what of a big deal to you.

He looked really good though, but you cleared your thoughts and focused back on sleeping as he pulled your body towards his under the covers, his sheets smelled like him and his comforter was warm like him. You felt so safe around him that it felt like not even Brenner could harm you.

He continued to sooth your body and kiss your forehead, "Why weren't you able to sleep?" He asked lowly

"..I've been having nightmares." You replied, you felt so embarrassed to have to admit that to your boyfriend as an adult.

"I guess that's why I haven't slept much, they've been.. scaring me too much." You didn't really process that you were telling him this because you just wanted to sleep.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, I promise.. Not for as long as im with you dear." He murmurs to you as all your muscles finally relax and loosen from the overwhelmingly relief of you finally drifting into sleep.

[sincerely-sofie]

The finishing of this fanfic has left me with some pretty mixed emotions. On the one hand, I dont want it to end. It's such an incredible piece of work and even though I finally committed to reading it a few weeks ago, it already feels like such a significant part of my life. On the other hand, I'm a little glad that it's over. FAR from the sense it was bad (I'll steal your liver if thats how you interpret it) but moreso in the sense that it was like a good crying session. It's something that a lot of us (or I assume a lot of us) typically want to avoid even though we know its good for us, and satisfying after the fact. It's like catharsis in a way. Endings aren't always a great feeling in the moment, but it's something that we can look back on with a fondness.

I'm so glad I found this work. I'm being completely serious when I say that this fanfic, and the other content you make, has changed my life for the better. Its helped me reconnect with that love I have for creativity after nearly a decade of not making anything even though I wanted to. It's helped pulled me out of a few ruts of depression. It's helped me realize that I'm not actually emotionally stunted (per my own conclusions) and be more willing to cry instead of burying those feelings. In the past I would just, kill these kinda thoughts before they got far because of how much I wanted to avoid crying. Much less actually writing them down, or express them to someone else. But now, I've been crying the whole time I write this, and for the first time in, I think ever, I'm okay with that. I know we don't actually know each other, but you've genuinely helped me become a better person with the things you make. Thank you so much for everything you've done Sofie. hey look! I got your name right!

But enough about me. I feel like it's getting indulgent at this point. (I've gotten dehydrated with how much ive cried writing this and from what I can tell, you cry a lot more than I do. So go drink some water first, and then) I wanna hear your thoughts. What are your thoughts and feelings about your work being finished? Do you have plans to take a break from creative endevors for a while, or are you gonna keep going? Are you going to be expanding more on this and other au's, different fanworks or move into something completely your own? Whatever the case may be, I'm excited to see what more you are going to come up with!

From the bottom of my heart, and on behalf of everyone else, Thank you for everything.

It's so surreal to have posted that final chapter. I finished the first draft almost 100 days ago exactly, and I spent a number of days after completing it kind of adrift. I'd go to my computer every morning like I had during the month prior and sit down, ready to write, only to remember that I was actually supposed to be taking a break before I made the final edits.  It didn't click in my head that I had actually done it… until a couple weeks later when it hit me like a truck that I had an entire completed manuscript sitting in my Google Docs. I think I was making myself lunch at that moment, and I had to bolt to lie down on the floor and put my legs up against the wall because I was ready to pass out at the realization. 

This feels pretty similar. For me, The Present is a Gift— the main fanfic, at least— was finished in mid-January. But the process of uploading it and agonizing over what people thought of every passing update wouldn't be formally done until about 3 months later. It still hasn't clicked in my head that I won't be posting a new update once Tuesday rolls around. 

On the subject of taking a break— I've actually been taking a break, at least partway! I've barely written anything after I finished TPiaG's first draft, and I haven't drawn much “serious” art, for lack of a better word, since I started my blog. I've still been making things, yes, but scattered oneshots and sketchy pieces without solid lineart are not my typical fare. I'm usually a lot more “exact” with what I make— words fail me here— I hope I'm not being too vague! I might take a brief break as I finish up the winter semester, but that would be less a break from creating and more of an “OH MY WORD I NEED TO FOCUS ON NOTHING BUT PASSING THESE COURSES” kinda thing. 

TPiaG (along with its derivative AUs) is still very much a living project to me— there's a lot more stories the characters have in them, even if I struggle to envision a full-on sequel. I'm absolutely going to answer the asks relating to it that I've received over the months along with any I continue to receive, and if I get any ideas for comics or oneshots here and there, I'll make them. As for what's officially next up on the Sincerely Sofie menu, I'm planning to make a visual novel that's a lot more meaty than the last one I made. I'm not sure if it will be original or based on TPiaG— but a visual novel is the medium I'm planning on! 

I'm so overwhelmed by your kindness. I truly don't have any words. This project started off as something private to help distract me from a depressive episode and to process trauma, and it's become so much more. I'm so glad it was able to help you. Catharsis was the keyword for TPiaG— I wanted it to uproot difficult emotions and help people start to heal from them, but I never dreamed it would really help anyone but myself. So to hear it was able to provide you with that is unbelievably meaningful to me. 

I gave myself the goal somewhat recently to let myself cry whenever the urge strikes me. I used to go months without crying, and whenever I did shed tears, it was alone in my room while muffling the few sounds I accidentally let slip. I'm a natural crybaby, but I had schooled myself into thinking for a number of reasons that it was bad to cry— that it was selfish, or attention-seeking, or weak— so I've been trying to reclaim my teary-eyed identity. It's been difficult, but it's so freeing to let myself feel things fully. All of this is to say: let the tears fall. I've helped more people by crying than my stoicism ever did. 

Thanks again. I can't properly word my gratitude, but know that it's overwhelming :,>

[bi-zemo]

Tally marks - victor zsasz x male reader - part 1

y/n and zsasz harm themselves in different ways

crossposted on ao3

Victor had been getting scars since he was 13, even lines across his left wrist and thighs every evening like clockwork. It stung at first, but as he got older and more used to pain he began to find it grounding. Now at the age of 23 the familiar sting barely even affected him as he carried out his hits.

I hadnt felt anything but normal bruises and scrapes until I was 18, when a single line appeared on my right arm. The sharp sting waking me up just past midnight, deeper than anything I would do myself, blood seeping through the hoodie I wore to bed and leaving a stain. I thought nothing of it until a month or so later, when a second one appeared as I was making a late night sandwich in my small kitchen, same size, same deepness, right next to the last. I hoped my habit hadnt rubbed off on my soulmate, I felt bad enough harming someone else I didnt want whoever it was doing it on purpose. It wasnt until three months later, a couple cuts from them and many from me, that I realised what they were doing. That night a fifth line cut across the four, he was making a tally.

Victor finished the line, his first tally. He had gotten the idea from his soulmate, the many lines littering his wrist had always been an exact number like they were counting something. He didnt know what they were counting but he knew what he was. His first kill had been messy and disorganised but successful, he took the knife still decorated with the mans blood and rolled up the sleeve of his arm clean of scars and left one mark as deep as was bearable. He wanted it to last. Since then he had left one line per death, and this longer stroke made him proud. His kills had become cleaner, slowly, and he had learned to plan. Most important of all, someone had offered to pay him, a lot of money. He had no idea how someone had learned of his hobby but he wouldnt turn down something that could pay his rent for at least three months.

After that first tally the lines started appearing more frequently, I had guesses of what they were counting but I assumed none of them were right. That was until I heard whispers, of a hitman with a perfect shot, whispers like this went around my shitty neighbourhood all the time and I usually ignored them, until I heard how he counted his kills. Tally marks. That had been what peaked my interest, it was unusual, and it fit my soulmates habit.

Someone was looking for him, thats what victor had heard, and no one who didnt have a deathwish would search for him. So he looked into it. Followed the whispers to a shitty apartment on the edge of the narrows, watched it for a few days until he established the resident nearly never left, only sat on the windowsill for a cigarette every few hours in his boxers and usually a hoodie. It was a tired looking, underweight man, probably around twenty or so but looked younger due to what was probably several years of food deprivation, not uncommon in the narrows. The first time the apartment was empty was when the young man left, actually dressed in jeans and several layers with a backpack slung over one shoulder and a hood pulled over his greasy hair. Victor took this chance to climb through the window into a kitchen, plates stacked high on the sides by the sink. He opened the fridge and scoured the cupboards. Just as he expected, the man had left for groceries. The only thing in that fridge was a half drank bottle of coke and the cupboards were worse. He scanned the rest of the flat, a small living room connected to the kitchen but looked barely used, only a bag of laundry that after a thorough sniff victor decided was straight from the laundromat. Well maybe not straight from, it was clean but had been left a while. The bathroom was nothing much, towels on the floor and shampoo knocked over in the shower. The razors on the edge of the sink placed gently on a piece of tissue caught his eye as any blade would but he continued on to the bedroom. There he found the window he had been watching, the windowsill mostly cleared so the resident could perch on it. The bed was messy and clearly well used and there were mugs, some still half filled with cold coffee, on nearly every surface. Clearly the man pretty much lived in here. Victor swung the door shut behind him and headed back to the living room, sitting on an armchair in the darkest corner and waiting for the man to come home.

I hauled my heavy groceries up the stairs to my third floor apartment, the many tins i had found discounted making the bag far too heavy for my week arms but they would feed me for several weeks. I stepped through my front door into the kitchen and flipped on the flickery bulb, dumping the plastic bags on the floor and my backpack on the counter before beginning to put them away. “Lovely place you got here.” I jumped out of my skin, dropping a tin of soup that rolled under my cabinet, spinning to see a bald man in a suit that looked like it cost more than my entire apartment. I reached into my pocket to pull out my knife but he stepped forward, slipping his own hand into the pocket and grabbing it himself, tutting. “Naughty boy” I was frozen as he flipped the blade open, flipping it between his fingers. “Who are you.” “You should know considering youve apparently been looking for me.” This was when i noticed bulk around his torso, a holster, guns. “Zsasz.” “Thats my name, dont wear it out.” He slid the knife into a pocket inside his jacket, letting me catch a glimpse of a pistol concealed under it. “Whats a guy like you doing looking for me, judging this place you cant afford my services.” I couldnt get the words out, his dark eyes distracting me from anything that left his mouth. “You gonna tell me sweetheart?” I squeaked and he sighed. “Dont know if you count as a threat but i guess i have to do this anyway.” He drew out a gun and pressed it against my chin. “Wait wait i-” I didnt know what to do or how to phrase it so i did the only thing i could think of and pulled up my sleeve. There on my lanky arm was his tallys.

For the first time in his life victor was speechless, no witty comeback making its way to the front of his mind. He shoved the gun on the counter and grabbed the mans other wrist and shoved up the sleeve, ignoring the wince he got in return, and saw the lines and lines of scars he knew decorated his own left arm. He just stood there holding the two wrists in his hands before looking up at who he now knew was his soulmate. “You know, cutting yourself is really bad for you.” I let a small smile break over my face, locking eyes with the victor zsasz and living to tell the tale. “Yeah sorry about that.” He still had me crowded against the counter, my wrists gripped firmly in his gloved hands, i could feel his calm breath against my mouth. “So, soulmates huh.” I nodded slightly. “I could live with that.” And his lips connected with mine, sending sparks all the way down to my toes and fingertips, making me melt at the contact. I had never felt anything like it, i had heard that when soulmates kiss it released hormones that couldnt be released any other way but i didnt realise it felt this good. He pulled back and i almost leant forward with him. “Fuck” “Fuck indeed” His face remained hard to read, only a small smirk on his face, but his pupils were blown wide and when my body unconsciously leant forward i felt something at his crotch brush against my half hard cock. “No thats not another gun honey.”

[ur-momz-left-nut]

SIMON LOBOTOMY AU (spinoff fanfic)

(PT 1- Too Late for Sex)

Simon walked in the door, looking tired and stressed per-usual. He had dark bags hanging low under his eyes, his mouth was hung open and crusty, and his glasses sank to the tip of his nose and looked as if they would fall off his face if he took another step, but he was too energy deprived to lift a hand and bring them where they needed to be. Betty was always concerned when he came home like this, and nowadays it seemed like it was a part of Simon's daily routine. Simon dropped his shoulders and walked to the couch, Betty took a few steps back to give him some space. He threw his body onto the couch like a heavy backpack, and his glasses flew to the carpet floor. Betty walked over to him and sat down slowly, and gently. She had good posture, and her eyes glistened even though the room was dark. "How was your day, my prince?"

"Oh, Betty." Simon said, eyes perched at the floor.

Betty took one hand and brought it to her partners chin, nudging his eyes to look up at her. He sank his body into her lap, until his whole body was wrapped like a blanket in her arms. Betty stroked his hair. "Tell me my love, you will feel better."

"My day was fine.." He paused

"Well Thats good..." judging by Simon's body language Betty wasn't expecting that kind of response.

"It's just, lately I've been feeling so- different."

"How so?" Betty asked looking down at him in a way that made Simon know he was wanted.

"I just feel so on edge about everything and in the dark about it. I want to talk to people but I can't, it's too hard. I can't even do simple tasks anymore without being reminded of what I've been through in the past. It's being in this world- everything here screams about the memories. I've been feeling like this for a while. I just don't want to burden you. I just want to end it all, Betty." Simon said, now covering his eyes.

Simon brought a gentle hand up to the back of Betty's neck, pulling her closer until their foreheads were touching. They reflected gently curved smiles at one another.

"Oh, my Betty, my sweet Betty. I can't leave you. You're the only one keeping me going. I'd do it all for you."

Betty painted a few soft kisses on Simon, leaving red stains behind.

"Oh, Simon, my sweet Simon. Thank you for telling me," Betty expressed.

Simon closed his eyes, using Betty's crotch as a pillow.

"I think I can fix that..." Betty told Simon.

Simon's eyes flicked open faster than the speed of light. He couldn't lie he was quite aroused by Betty leading him on like that. It took all the energy left in him to shoot her down.

"Betty! not tonight, surely it's too late for that. I would love to though," Was his reply.

"What are you talking about, Simon!" Betty giggled.

Simon took a deep breath in, stuck up one finger and said, "Betty Grof, I regret to inform you that we cannot have sex tonight!"

Betty brought a hand to her mouth and laughed a little louder. Simon was confused. Wasn't this what she was asking?

"Simon! That was not what I was saying, though that would be nice," Betty ruffled his hair.

Simon rolled his face down between Betty's legs and groaned. "Ughh, I feel like such an idiot!"

"Don't, that's my fault, that came out wrong," Betty apologized.

After a bit of silence, the two switched positions on the couch so that Betty was now spooning Simon. Simon had always been the less dominant one in the relationship, but he was ok with that. It was the best thing to feel himself surrendering to Betty, and watch her do her thing, she was good at it. Betty's dominance over Simon could easily enslave him to do whatever he was told.

Simon laid there and absorbed the warmth of Betty's body. He enjoyed the way Betty held him tightly, it made him feel important.

Later on, Simon broke the silence, "If you don't mind me asking sweetie, what did you mean by that?"

"Shhhhhh, you need to sleep. I'll show you in the morning." Simon was asleep in her arms before Betty even finished shushing him.

[howlinghound11]

now for random screenshots!

Most of these are just Mr Mumbles lol shes so freaking cute and tiny, i cant stop taking pictures of her

these first couple pics were taken in the default house that was on the lot when i bought it bc i immediately lost my mind as soon as the game loaded lmao (that house did not last long lol)

look at her! she's so small! she fits in dan's hands! its so sweet lol

she is literally just a speck on the floor lmao

she can barely even reach her food!

a few more, just to really drive home how tiny she looks when shes interacting with things lol

heres dan having to sleep on chris and elise's couch before i built his house lol

I love this one ❤ they were best friends like within days lol they are just so cute i stg

they were talking to each other in this one but bc the screenshots dont usually capture the speech bubbles, you cant see that he was talking to her about aliens and she kept emoting hearts lol

dan sleepin in chris' bed just because lol

lol she was sleeping like this and it was just too funny to me so i had to take a picture ofc

this ball is like literally half her size lmao i cannot get over how tiny she is! and shes not allowed to get any bigger lol

Bustin' in! Uninvited and interrupting (as per usual lol) also dont ask me what chris and elise were doing lol i dont remember

Look at how Mr Mumbles is looking at Dan! she was like looking at him all lovingly while he was playing a game 💚❤💕

mad cus he has to sleep in his own bed lol

this one is funny bc like dan woke up angry, in his own house, and immediately went straight to chris and elise's house to eat breakfast with chris lol you cant see the speech bubbles but dan was ranting about conspiracy theories lol and i was going crazy like "its just like real life* lmao" (*what happens in the actual show)

and heres one more tiny Mr Mumbles for the road! lol i just think its so funny the way she eats from that big bowl

anyway! thats all i got for now, if i take more pics i might post them but idk lol