#like its a bit perf

[unaluv]

ok ignoring the whole lestat/armand stuff that went on, armand is so regulus to me

[habibisagi]

guys so a couple of days ago my backpack decided to RANDOMLY RIP OPEN !!! while i was walking around campus !!! AND MY FUCKING LAPTOP FELL OUT AND SHATTERED 😭 and tweaked to death shortly after basically ............. so i have been grieving cuz ive had that surface for like 4+ years,,,, 😭 HOWEVER ! ! ! todayyyy GUESS WHO BOUGHT A NEW (GAMING) LAPTOP WITH SUPER SEXY SPECS LIKE WICKED GOOD IT'LL LAST ME FOR YEARS AND RUN SO GOOD WITH MY GAMES + UNI WORK STUFF . 🥹 FUUUUCK im gonna be straight jorking it at uni with my elden sekiro etc >.>

[mejomonster]

Dreamstar889 made this on youtube (and a ton of other awesome Justice in the Dark videos), and I am restarting my hype for this show since we'll be hopefully seeing the rest of the 30 eps, all the eps, this yearrr

(And if anyone hasn't seen it, March when it returns would be a good time to check it out as its airing again. Its based on MoDu Silent Reading by priest)

[xoxojisu]

guys i love kyo sm like hes casually the loml not to be dramatic but also tohru is like perf for him in every single way but like hes so loml and i want him.

[astrxealis]

good eve hope u all r well 😇😙💗✨

[starry-bi-sky]

Danny's used to finding lost kids in Amity.

The ghostly kind, that is. But the human variant happens on occasion too, usually when a too-lax parent takes their eyes off their child for far too long in the park. But he digresses.

It happens more often than he would like. He's not really sure what the family dynamics between ghosts are like in the Zone, he hasn't gotten around to asking about it. Although, it's not like he would be able to anyways — hard to ask questions about something you don't know much about. So far, it all seems kinda... laissez-faire.

Point is: Danny is used to finding lost kids in Amity.

It's since lost its novelty on him. Kids are kids everywhere, dead or alive, human or not. And kids are curious, and portals between the Infinite Realms and the Mortal World are rare in both dimensions. The braver ones will want to explore the things that are new and unknown to them, and they'll do so without any thought of what might happen.

The lost kids Danny finds are, more often than not, just kids who got curious about the portal and got too close to it, and ended up falling through. And in their panic and haste, accidentally fled the lab and got lost in the city.

Like right now.

The noise he makes as he squats to the ground, his knees bracketing his shoulders, is... well, the best way he could describe it is that it kind of sounds like a pigeon coo, or the trill a cat makes when you touch it while it's sleeping. It's as soft and as quiet as he could make it, while still being loud enough to be heard through his mask.

Ghostspeak is not a language that you can learn... technically speaking. That's because the majority of Ghostspeak relies heavily on core vibrations, of which Danny and other humans don't have. The verbal components that Ghostspeak does have also aren't done with the human vocal chords in mind, so most of the sounds Danny can't make.

...Except for a few.

The little noise he makes whips through the tunnel both him and the kid are in. The boy's terrified sniffling abruptly stops, if only because it's cut off by a teeny, startled gasp, and him snapping his head up at the sound.

Danny, crouched reminiscently like a frog, and a solid six feet away, tilts his head just slightly. He hunches his shoulders in and dips a little closer to the ground — it feels a bit awkward on his back, but he's found that moving unnervingly, even if it has to be animalistic, tends to help a lot in situations like these.

Lots of ghosts thrive off being weird and off-putting and inhuman; acting like one usually gets a lost ghost to calm down faster than if he didn't.

He can't parse how old the boy is — physically, he looks about eight, but he could always be older — but he can see shimmering, blue tear tracks streaking down his face. There's a snake-like seam stretching from both corners of his mouth and connecting up to his jaw, and little patches of scales around his yellow-eyes.

The boy's eyes go wide at the sight of him, before his pupils abruptly shrink into needles. The temperature plummets and the boy's mouth peels back to reveal two curved, deadly-looking fangs, and a perfunctory hiss comes out of his mouth.

"Go away!"

Danny does not go away, goosebumps rake down his arms and spine, and he cranes his neck until he hears it pop. The ringing in his ears subside, he braces and reaches back— "Ḩ̶̢̤͉̜̔̕- H̶̩́͋e̶̘̋̅̈̀ļ̵͎͉̑̒̚p̵͙̫͉̏."

He can't help the soft grunt that escapes him after, swaggling his head left and right like a lion shaking out its mane. His mask hides his grimace — he generates enough of his own ectoplasm to understand Ghostspeak and to have a few intrinsic abilities of his own, but compared to an actual ghost, it's minuscule.

It's like trying to speak in a register lower than your throat can handle; on a technical level he can in some aspects, but it still hurts to do. It's one of the few actual words he knows how to say, most are just sounds. Rumbles and trills and purrs that he's somewhat perfected.

The boy's face scrunches up, he shrinks a little away from Danny, looking both equally wary and judgmental. Which.. yeah, fair. That's the usual response. The boy croaks: "What?"

Danny tilts slightly forward — only enough to shift from a crouch to a partial kneel. He points at the boy, and then slowly draws his finger back to point at himself. "H̶̩́͋e̶̘̋̅̈̀ļ̵͎͉̑̒̚p̵͙̫͉̏," He repeats, throat straining, "ḩ̴̲̘̺͗͂ě̵̳̼̝̀̎͠͝l̶̬͈͍̳͂̓͆p̷̢̡̧̛̩̟̆̅͐͘."

He reaches back and tries to flare what little ecto-signature he has, and follows up with a low-rumbling noise he knows for certain means 'safecomfortsafe'.

Danny points to the exit of the tunnel: "H̵̼̹͎̊̏́͑̂͘͜ǫ̴̠̺̜̞́̕͜m̵̪̋e̸̢̞͔̞̺͛̽."

That seems to catch the boy's attention, his head perks up and his folded, pointed ears flap slightly. Unsteadily, his knees draw away from his chest, some of his distrust melting away like frost under the sun. "You- you know where home is?"

Danny can't say the word 'yes', its out of his range and his capabilities. But he knows how to mimic the sound of 'pleased', so he presses his cheek to the ground — ignoring the unpleasant clack it makes as mask thunks against concrete — and nods, replicating the trill.

The boy looks hopeful, a crack in the ice, before suddenly remembering to be wary. He shrivels back again, his brows furrowing and eyes narrow. "Who are you?"

"H̷͇͚̹͝e̶͉͑͗͒̂͝ĺ̸̡͇̟̅p̸̰̕." Danny repeats, because he doesn't know how to say "Phantom" in ghostspeak, and not every ghost knows English — Wulf is the first to come to mind in that regard. He points again to the exit: "H̵͈͉̖̳͚̾̀͐̄̀ö̶͖͑̄͝ḿ̷̨̭̬͋͆̃́e̵̺͑."

"Is that all you know how to say?" The boy asks, (more like demands) "Help and home?"

Danny nods again, he sits back up and slowly crawls back outwards from the tunnel, gesturing for the boy to follow. "H̴̤̊o̶̢̳̻͓̿m̵̘̘̀e̸̡̝̼̓̉," is all he says, "H̴̤̊o̶̢̳̻͓̿m̵̘̘̀e̸̡̝̼̓̉."

He only crawls back a few steps before stopping — he's not actually going to leave until he's certain the kid was going to follow him. And so far he wasn't moving, yet.

They stare at each other for a few long seconds, Danny watching expectantly. Emotions run rapid and rabbit across the kid's face, flickering between uncertainty and consideration. After a few minutes, victoriously, the boy drops his legs and begins to follow.

Danny rewards him with a very pleased trill. Perhaps some of his joy bleeds through his signature— the lines in the boy's face disappear for a moment as a little giggle escapes him.

"What are you?" The boy asks him once they're closer to the entrance, Danny holds his arm out to prevent the boy from walking out, and then peers out of the tunnel for stragglers. It's the middle of the night in Amity Park, but you never really know. "You don't feel like a ghost."

Ah, well. Danny glances at the boy, how does he explain liminality to someone who might not grasp the concept, and might not even know English? He barely understands himself what he is.

Danny shrugs, and points to himself, "H̷e̵l̷p̴."

[nimuraz]

WORD COUNT — 2.3K

WARNINGS — have you ever tried this one? fingering, pet name usage, sub!jake, hand jobs, cum eating, sex toys (let me know if i missed anything)

NOTES — hii guys thank u for the support on just for now, i will be splitting juno up into 2 parts so stay tuned for the next part! at the end of the fic i did include the pics of the lingerie that u can imagine wearing hehe~

jake was the sweetest man alive. always bringing you flowers, buying you food, being the shoulder you cry on, yes everything about him was so so sweet. even in bed he was so gentle and sweet, you didn’t hate it by any means but you were starting to get bored.

“jakey… can we talk for a sec?” the hesitation in your voice is unmistakable—how on earth are you supposed to tell your sweet, caring boyfriend that you want to go at it like rabbits?

“yea, pretty. what’s up?” he says enthusiastically. somehow that’s making it harder for you.

both of you are on the couch, your legs pulled up to your chest while he sits normally, his hand resting on your knee. as you call out to him once more, the touch makes it even harder for you to find the words.

“in the most normal way possible… do you have anything you’re into? like… i don’t know… any kinks?” you try saying this sweetly. his eyes widen and a soft chuckle escapes his lips.

“mm… i dunno really…” he trails off into thought and to be honest now that he thinks of it he does wanna try some things out.

“i wouldn’t consider them kinks but probably more of like… things i would be down to try?” he says before laughing again softly. his hand on ur knee trailing down to squeeze your thigh.

“let’s hear it!” you say laughing shortly after. his hand on your thigh ignites a fire beneath your skin. ‘this is gonna be a long night’* you think, before offering him a reassuring smile.

“maybe you on top?” he suggests, biting his bottom lip with a smug grin spreading across his face. “want you to be a little rough with me too… tug on my hair, yank me around here and there.” he squeezes your thigh a bit tighter. your glossy eyes meet his, you nod your head softly, encouraging him to continue.

“make me feel good, but also use me, princess.” he whispered before scooting closer to you, his hand now in your inner thigh.

“use you…?” you whisper back. your breath was caught in your chest.

“mhm… do whatever you need to get yourself off, worry about me after.” his voice barely above a whisper. you look at him and smile before putting your legs back down, your feet hitting the floor.

you thought about what jake had said and ever since then you hate to admit it but you were so so needy and per usual, you texted jake.

you: jakeyyy

jake: yes baby?

you: can you come over? pretty pleaseeee

jake: give me like an hour

is that okay?

‘more than okay…’ you thought to yourself. it felt like a lightbulb went off in your head.

you: yea that’s perf muah see u then

jake: see you my love

you hop in the shower and somehow manage to shave everything. once you’re out, you head to your closet, searching for something to wear. yes you wanted to sleep with him, but you definitely didn’t need him struggling to pull down a pair of blue jeans to make it happen.

you sift through all your clothes until you remember—the baby pink lace lingerie you bought a few days ago, still sitting in its packaging. squatting down, you search through the shoe boxes, hoping to find it, and finally, you do.

you unpackaged it and smile to yourself before putting it on. glancing in the mirror your smile widens. you continue getting ready, doing your usual makeup routine and fluffing out your hair.

after what feels like forever, an hour passes, and you finally hear a knock at the door. you quickly put a robe on and walk over to the front door of your apartment.

“jakey!” you say softly before wrapping your around around his shoulders.

“someone’s in a good mood,” he teases, giving you a gentle squeeze in the hug. of course you were in a good mood. you pepper soft kisses all over his face as he closes the door behind him.

he lets out the cutest giggle you’ve ever heard come out of him.

“just missed you…” you say sweetly before dragging him to the couch with you. the quiet background noise of the tv playing a random channel plays as you focus on jake.

“so what’d you wanna do hm?” he says softly as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close to his chest. his other hand running slowly up and down your thigh.

“anything… everything…” you mutter before looking up to him sweetly. you shift, draping your legs over his thighs, so close to settling onto his lap.

the bottom of the robe rides up, bunching up on the top of your thighs, of course this doesn’t go unnoticed by your sweet boyfriend who’s trying so hard to not look.

“mm… wanna watch a movie?” he murmurs softly, his breath catching as you move your free hand to untie your robe, letting it fall open without fully taking it off just yet.

“we can… or we can do something else…” you whisper against the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his back.

unbeknownst to both of you, the tv starts cycling through various pop star performances. this hour’s feature is sabrina carpenter, her playful voice and melodies perfectly complementing the atmosphere.

jake runs his slender fingers through your fluffed out hair. “yeah?” he whispers, his eyes locked on your glossy gaze. with one swift move, he pulls you onto his lap, you let out a tiny yelp causing the both of you to laugh softly. he thumbs at your outer thigh gently.

“what do you wanna do, pretty girl…?” he whispers before grazing your neck with his lips. he starts kissing so softly the way he always does. a soft huff escapes your lips before you speak again.

“wanna make you feel good…” your voice barely above a whisper. “wanna have fun with you.” you let out a louder moan as he starts sucking on the skin of your neck. his free hand moves to your shoulders, gently sliding the robe off.

you let him remove the article of clothing, it soon falling to the arm of the couch behind you.

“oh…” he gasps lightly as he looks down at you. the pink lace top lingerie covering just above your soft buds. “you look so pretty… not that you don’t always do just-“

you cut him off, kiss harsh and demanding. an unusual feel to what you both usually do with each other. his eyes flutter open at the sensation before he cups your cheek, deepening the kiss. his eyes slowly start closing again. he lets out a soft hum as you bite his bottom lip.

you pull away and peck his lips before shifting over to straddle him.

“better…” you whisper before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and dipping back down to kiss him again. his hands running up and down your sides gently.

“do you like it…?” you mumble against his lips.

“what? the surprise of you in this skimpy little outfit?” his tone playful. you smile against his lips before kissing him again. he takes this opportunity to rub your hips gently, this sparks an idea in your head too.

you start shifting your hips back and forth gently, a quiet groan tries to release from his lips but they were muffled by your sweet kisses. his grip on your hips tightens before he starts moving you himself, grinding you harder against his aching core.

“bed…” he mumbles against your lips before swiftly lifting the both of you up from the couch. he lays you down on the bed gently before putting his hands back on you.

“so pretty… my perfect girl…” he says in between kisses. you clench around nothing. “s’tied on the sides? how cute…” he starts toying with the ribbons on the side of the lace panties before undoing the knots on one side.

“i wanna try what we talked about.” your words come out in soft pants.

“only if you’re comfortable, angel…” here he goes being the sweetest person alive.

“but i want you to be rough with me too.” you pant once again.

“are you sure?” he gazes up at you. fluffy strands of hair framing his face as he dips down to get closer a better look of you. you nod quickly.

“i also have… toys, we can use.” you hesitantly say. his ears perk up. he nods slowly, taking in what you just said. you tug him back down by his neck, eager for more kisses, and fuck, he can feel you everywhere—your lips on his, your hands digging into his chest, clawing at his shirt, your legs pressing against his. a sweet whimper was all he could let out when you pull away from the kiss.

he pulls you closer by the waist, squeezing the skin that laid on your bones so perfectly, he thought to himself. he leans his body down to suck on your neck, his tongue licking stripes up and down the skin earning a soft moan from you.

“more jae…” jae. it’s what you seemed to only call him during times like this or when you’re sobbing after a long day and he’s there to hold you.

“i’ve got you, baby doll.” and that’s what he calls you.

the soft music from the living room tv drifts into your room as the tension rises. what a coincidence—your favorite sabrina carpenter song, juno, is playing.

he continues his kisses down your neck before untying the other side of the lace panties, his kisses get harsher and hotter. his tongue licking softly at your bottom lip. you instinctively open your lips just enough for him to slip his tongue in, all he could think of was inhaling you. your scent, your taste, the feel of you. he needed it all so deep inside of him. he takes the hand he used to undo the knot and slips the lace covering your bare core to the side before rubbing your clit in soft circles.

you moan into the kiss before trailing your hands up to his nape, tugging on the soft strands just like he told you too. he moans, but not like the moans you’re usually used to. he sounded so spent and needy and all you’ve done was kiss.

he starts rubbing your sensitive bud faster before dipping his fingers down to your soaking hole just to play with your arousal, smearing it back up to your clit.

“baby…” he babbles as you keep tugging on the strands, his fingers working faster against you. you buck your hips up seeking more friction, it just wasn’t enough. he chuckles softly against your lips before biting down on your bottom lip.

“just like that jae— mmh…” you moan out.

“you feel so soft… so perfect…” he murmurs into your lips, craving the warmth, the sounds, the touch—desperate to be consumed by it all.

“check- nngh jae- check the box under my bed…” you manage to whisper out. a soft gasp leaves your lips when he stops his motions.

he dips down next to the bed and reaches for the box, sliding the pink plastic box towards him then up onto the bed.

you smile hazily at him. “open it…” so he does.

dildos, vibrators, a cock ring, and… fuzzy pink handcuffs?

“ooo…” jake playfully says, earning a soft giggle from you. he takes the hand cuffs out and dangles them in front of your face. “so who goes first?”

“you’re asking as if you aren’t dying to go first…” you roll your eyes playfully before sitting up on your elbows to get a better view of him.

“you caught me!” he jokes as he puts his hands up in surrender, a stupid smile on both your faces.

‘this feels so fun…’ you thought to yourself before immediately gasping when his lips meet your collarbones. he nips and nips, your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. never has he ever even thought about leaving hickeys on you, god he always treated you like a porcelain doll during your intimate moments.

he sucks, and nips, and licks, all causing you to grip onto his biceps. he pulls back and looking at the small bruises forming. “pretty.”

you smile softly before sitting upright and taking the cuffs from his hands. you slowly guide him down the bed so he’s laying next to you before you kiss his lips again, the taste of mint and was that mango?* lingering on his tongue.

“off. everything.” you mutter, he wastes no time in removing everything but his boxers. “these too.” you say softly. he nods rapidly before taking his boxers off leaving him completely bare in front of you. you look down at his half hard cock and grin. “lay back.” and again he follows, without hesitation.

you loop the hand cuffs around your bed frame, the clanks of the metals clashing arousing jake up even more, his cock twitching.

“arms up.” you speak firmly, deliberately avoiding eye contact with him. he glances up at you with those endearing eyes, knowing full well that you can't resist him when he looks at you that way. you finally lock the hand cuffs and smile sweetly at him. “just hold still jakey…”

it didn’t take long for you to have jake trembling under you. your hand stroking his aching cock as your lips left marks all over his abs.

“s’too much y/n please-“ a strangled moan leaves his mouth, only motivating you more. you wrap your lips around his red tip, leaking precum and twitching while his veins protrude. it almost looked painful. you chuckle softly around his head, earning a loud groan from him.

“think you can keep being a good boy for me…?” you tease before kissing down his shaft. he pathetically nods his head.

“anything for you please i’ll do anything…” he breathes out, his voice cracking in the process. you release his length and move to the side of the bed, leaning over to get something from your nightstand.

“just relax for me jakey… just wanna make you feel good…” you say reassuringly before lubing up your fingers. “deep breaths baby…”

the sweet whimper that leaves his lips at the feel of you in his walls has you shaking. “y/n holy fuck-“

you start pumping your middle finger in and out of him in a more steady pace before using your other hand to stroke his leaking cock again. he squirms and whimpers beneath you, you gaze up to look at his face— it was enough to have you dripping in your own arousal.

you tighten your fist on his dick and start picking up the pace of both hands. he’s shaking and almost yelling at this point. the hand cuffs creating red marks around his delicate wrists.

“you wanted this jakey didn’t you… you wanted me to play with you and be rough right?” you speak in a gentle tone, a harsh contrast to your actions as you add another finger. he can’t form a response, the words lodged in his throat, refusing to come out.

“s’good…” he babbled. “gonna cum… please i’m so close y/n…” and then he breaks, strings of his release landing on his flexed abs and your soft hand.

you gently remove your fingers from inside him and look up at him before licking up his release that dripped down the side of his waist.

yea this was gonna be a long night.

[seattlesellie]

Reader getting a little embarrassed bc Ellie's strap won't fit?

Sorry of that's too much

perfect fit. ♡

screaming crying losing my mind. what a perf excuse to use “ill make it fit”

She’d be on top of you, forehead lightly pressed onto yours. You feel her pouty, somewhat chapped lips ghosting over your own, then lightly and delicately pecking the corner of your mouth. It’s one of your favorite types of kisses, makes you melt into the mattress, heavenly sigh, tremble within her touch. The warmth of her breath caresses your skin, a gentle zephyr of intimacy, of being so close. She looks at you so fucking intently, concentrated, fixated, scarred brows knit together and god, you love that little serious line that forms in between them.

The best way to describe her gaze, the most accurate one, would be to say that she looks at you as if she’s studying, genuinely attempting to take in every little gasp that you let out, eager to decipher every subtle nuance of your existencet, every single blink of your eyelids.

Ellie lowers her hand down from your cheek to the base of her strap on, caressing it upon your soaking, gushing slit. When you moan as a result of its bulbous tip hitting the hood of your clit, then your clit itself, Ellie smirks like an asshole. "I can just keep going like that if you want me to”, she whispers, meaning she knows she could make your pussy cum from just rubbing her cock all over its folds. You shake your head no, because as much as you know that it’s true, you yearn for her inside of you, for that intimacy of getting fucked deep with something she treats as if was her own. Ellie chuckles. “What do you want then, babe?” she coos lowly, continuously hitting that sweet spot above your clit that makes you whine, and her grunt.

You attempt to grab the back of her neck and bring her closer to you, to push her in somehow, but you’re too overwhelmed by everything, your hand ends up falling on the mattress and landing with a small thud. You whine, “Ellie…”, she smirks, moistening her bottom lip and slightly pushing the tip in, so it hangs juuuust a tiny bit away from being inside of your hole. “Inside?” she murmurs, never failing to add that teasing “yeah?” of a raspy coo.

You eagerly nod, she loves it when you do that — so fucking pliant, she stops you mid nod for a kiss that leaves the two of you breathless, tongues dancing a nasty, wet, sinful rhythm within the realm of your hot mouth. She leaves your lips with a loud smack. Your lips are swollen, a pout that kills, how could she ever concentrate on something else in her life?

She’d be absolutely lying if she said she didn’t have daydreams (and nightdreams) of your tight cunt stretched out by her cock, of seeing that pretty clit poking and peaking from the top of your pussy, of watching and taking in the sight of the stretch, the way it’ll slide up and down so easily because of how wet you get.

Unfortunately, Ellie did not take the tightness of yourself in consideration. She picked and packed a nine incher, deep blue and veiny, a bold choice, a goddamn cocky one.

You grab her sleek bicep and dent her skin with your nails, she hisses. You’re actually soaking, a pretty clear pool of heavenly nectar formed on the bedsheet, inside the seam of your ass. Your tiny whimpers are shaky and breathy and ever so desperate, egging Ellie on. “please…” you beg even under no command to do so. “Want it that bad?” teases Ellie, but with how desperate she has become, it sounds more like a plea, begging to please tell her how bad.

“need it inside, ellie, n-need you inside”

"Mhm", she hums softly, eyelids descending languidly, surrendering to the ecstasy of hearing your voice. “M’gonna fuck you” — god, you love it when she tells it like it is.

Pampering your cheeks with desperate, wet little kisses like raindrops, she pushes the tip in further, but… it won’t go inside. It’s blocked, your narrow hole begins to burn, redden, eyesight going out of focus, everything fading into a hazy abstraction. “Babe, it won’t…” she murmurs and attempts to fuck herself inside again. “Fuck, t'wont go in”

Your heart quickens its rhythm, a pulsating drumbeat beneath your chest, as you instinctively shut your eyes and, with a mix of embarrassment and restraint, gently bite down on your lip. You spread your thighs even further, attempting to somehow give her more space for movement, she pushes in again, you wince. “Owh, Ellie… owh”

You don't quite know if you're more embarrassed, or more pissed off. Your hole pulsates and yearns for a taste of her dick, but it hurts, and this feeling bubbles up inside your chest — This actual fear of disappointment, of not being good enough like her previous partners, of being or feeling too fragile, too inexperienced. You can't help but scan your eyes over her face, looking for a sign that will tell you that you're right, that you have disappointed her or worse, but before you manage to find it —

“Ffffuuuhck” she exasperates breathily. She strokes your cheeks with her thumb, a worried expression on her face. Her eyes dart over your form, muscles of her jaw tightly clenched. "Don't wanna hurt you", She murmurs and her voice is so sweet, "Can jus' use my fingers, yeah?"

“No, please" you sob, "I’m— fuck, i’m too tight!” your voice is a whine, an actual tear leaking from the corner of your eye, chin wobbling. Ellie’s so fucking torn because poor you, and she knows it hurts — she doesn’t want to hurt you, ever — but hearing those words fall from your lips… it’s hard not to buck her hips inwards and make you take it, miss “too tight”

“This is so… m'sorry” you actually sob, sniffling and avoiding her loving gaze, and maybe if you’d look — instead of letting your embarrassment wash over you and be a murky presence in your mind, your tears might have faltered. “S’not gonna fit”, your chest heaves. Ellie wipes a tear away — from your cheek, from the corners of your eyes, she considers comforting you, telling you to never apologize for anything, ever again, but she's sensible and rational and knows what do to next, to actually stop your tears from falling.

“babe?”, she huskily murmurs. You hum back, holding onto another choked sob.

“I’ll make it fit”

“Know I will”

[j-eryewrites]

Guns for Hire

Chapter Three of Under Pressure: A Thunderbolts Fic

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Warnings: Canon typical violence, gun violence, crude language, mentions of character death, mentions of trauma, child enslavement, and abuse, SPOILERS for THUNDERBOLTS, Walker is a bit of a dick, angst with little comfort. (Let me know if I missed any)

Author's Note: I watched Thunderbolts for the second time today. I really love that movie. If you're looking for a sign to watch it again, here it is. Anyway, I went back and added/changed a few things pertaining to the Reader and her powers. Feel free to go back and read the chapter if you'd like. Without further ado, please enjoy this chapter. (Also sort of proofread, I was too excited to wait)

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Everything hurt. You were sweating a storm in your suit, despite its attempts at ventilating. For the first time in a while, you cursed the suit you wore. Why did metal have to be this hot? Groaning, you moved your feet in time with Walker’s directions. 

“Right. Left. Right. Left.” It went on and on as you all trekked up the wall, backs pressed together, your sweat intermingling. By now, you’d imagine you were practically sharing DNA with all of them with how much everyone brushed against each other, gripping tightly by your arms. It was one hell of a team bonding exercise, if you could even say you were a team. 

You were squished between Ava and Bob. Yelena resided on the other side of him, and Walker was pressed between her and Ava. Right and left, you stepped until you fell into a rhythm. By the time you got out of this elevator shaft, you were sure you’d still be stepping to the pace Walker set. 

“Ugh!” Ava groaned, adjusting her position beside you, nearly making you slip. You sent her a glare, which she missed. “Which one of you is wet?” She flipped her head as far back as she could to eye everyone in the group. 

Beside you, Bob clenched his shoulders behind him, taking a sharp inhale of breath. “I run hot,” he labouredly said, “I’m sorry.” 

“Someone has a weird, hard ass,” Yelena grumbled. You felt her lift her hips up slightly from behind you. 

“That’s not my ass, it’s my suit,” Ava hissed. Yelena groaned. “Oh, excuse me for the inconvenience. I mean,” Ava’s voice grew louder, echoing off the walls. “I only spent my entire life in it. Hooked up to machines so I could create this physical cage to keep my body from disintegrating at all times. So yeah, I’m really sorry about that.”

“Yeah?” Yelena grunted. “You don’t want to start the whole sob story game, cause–” She flicked her fingers to point to herself. Not that anyone could see the gesture. “I win.” Ava scoffed. “Enslaved, child assassin over here.” 

“Well, you were just a kid, so…” Walker trailed off. Yelena’s eyes narrowed at him. He was lucky he was a vital part in them not crashing to their deaths below. 

“Oh, so that’s a good thing?” Yelena questioned?

“Look! We get it, we’ve all got sob stories,” you scoffed.

Walker peered over his shoulder at you. “Oh yeah? As if you have a sob story, Ms.daughter-of-THE-Tony-Stark,” Walker leered. “I bet your life was perf–”

“Well, I’ll have you know–” You heaved, “I spent the majority of my life locked in a government facility. By the time the Avengers found me, I had never seen the sky, felt rain, hell, I could hardly speak besides answers to commands that were repeatedly given to me. How’s that for a sob story?” 

The elevator shaft grew quiet for a moment besides the shuffling of your feet against the walls. You felt Bob turn his gaze to look at you. His eyes burned a laser of pity right through you. Still, you refused to look at him, instead choosing to study your feet. 

“I’d say we’re pretty even, Stark,” Yelena noted. 

“Thanks, Yelena,” You sarcastically muttered, “I feel so much better.” Sighing, you peered up at the elevator shaft above you. “How bout we focus on getting out of here, rather than having the equivalent of a 'whose’ dick is bigger” but with trauma contest?” 

Again, a wave of silence fell upon the group as you all collectively paused to catch your breaths, shoving down threats and complaints down your throats.

Clearing his throat, Bob turned his head to you. This time, you met his gaze. “Sounds like a great plan.” Murmurs of agreement from the others followed. 

You chuckled, adjusting your grip on both Bob’s and Ava’s arms. “Thanks, Bob.” 

After a moment, Walker continued his mantra of rights and lefts. Together, you all continued climbing up the wall. Grunts, moans, and pants filled the air as you rose higher and higher up the elevator shaft. Occasionally, each of you would peer up only to see a seemingly never-ending darkness. You could tell who looked up by the sighs of defeat that escaped their mouths. Instead, you either looked forward at the wall of the shaft or down. Once it had felt like hours of climbing, a trembling erupted from your thighs, cascading down to your calves and ankles. 

You took in a shaking breath, not sure how much longer you could hold the position. “Anyone got eyes on a door?” You asked, clenching your eyes tight to fight off the shakes. 

“This is crazy,” Ava complained. “I can’t even see the floor or a door.”

“Can we not talk about how high we are?” Bob pleaded. “I’m not great with heights.” Briefly, his eyes darted down below before yanking back up. Shutting his eyes tightly, you felt Bob tremble beside you. Great, now two of you were about ready to fall. 

“Hey,” Walker hopefully exclaimed. “I think I see the door.” You all collectively paused, peering over your shoulders to spot where Walker was talking about. Lo and behold, there was the door. Relief flowed through your body. 

“Ah, okay.” Yelena huffed. “Now what?” The question was meant mainly for Bob, but was open to anyone who had an idea. 

“Erm, I guess,” Ava began. “One of us should go first.” 

Yelena shook her head. “Then the other four immediately fall down.” 

Dropping your head back, you muttered a string of curses to yourself. 

“You good there?” Bob asked you. 

You tensely nodded. “Just trying to lighten the mood with profanities.”

“Genius plan, Bobby,” Walker growled. 

“Sorry, I guess I didn’t really think this far ahead,” Bob apologized to you all, lowering his head so his chin hit his chest. “Always making things worse,” Bob muttered under his breath.

“Shut up, Walker, we wouldn’t have gotten this far up without Bob’s idea,” you defended. Bob’s head whipped around at your defense. “We just need a little time to think and come up with a plan.” Your words were spoken more to assure yourself than the others. 

Beside you, Ava’s grip on the wall slipped slightly. You felt her tense beside you, pushing hard into your backs. “These bloody boots. I don’t think we have much time,” Ava explained. “I can’t hold on much longer.” At her confession, your heart began to beat faster as the stress of the situation began to sink deeper and deeper underneath your skin. 

“Yelena,” Walker called out. “Hand me your baton. I can reach it.” 

“What?!” Yelena panted. “No way, you’re just going to leave us.” You could feel Walker rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Okay, how about this?” Yelena suggested. “We spin around, and I latch us on.” 

Beside you, Bob tilted his head upwards. His eyes opened slightly before blinking, as his nose began to scrunch and release, like an accordion. You cocked your head to the side with a look of concern on your face. 

“You good, Bob?” You asked him while Walker shot down Yelena’s idea. 

“Yeah, just–” Bob muttered, harshly shaking his head. You frowned, not believing him. 

“I’m not spinning us around. Someone’s gotta–”

“Cucumber! Cucumber! Cucumber!” Bob shouted over the debate of how to escape the shaft. 

Collectively, your eyes all widened. “What the hell is happening?” Yelena questioned. Her voice quaked with confusion as she peered over at Bob. 

“Growing up, someone told me that you could stop a sneeze if you confused your brain,” Bob hurriedly explained, still shaking his head and scrunching his nose to fight off the sneeze. “I always yell cucumber.” To you, it seemed “cucumber” wasn’t working as you watched Bob struggle with the oncoming sneeze. 

“Well, it doesn’t seem like cucumber is working anymore,” You told him. 

“I have a hard time thinking of anything else, “Bob admitted. After a pause, he continued. “I have to sneeze. But if I sneeze, you know, then I’m going to lose control.” 

An increase of pressure trickled down your spine. Not only were your legs trembling, threatening to release due to exhaustion, but Ava’s boots were slipping, and now Bob needed to sneeze. 

“This is insane,” Walker growled. “Okay? I can get us all out of here. I just let me go first. Give me the baton, Yelena.” 

“No, no, no, no, no.” Ava shuddered, her boots slipping further down the wall. “There’s got to be another way. “Any other ideas?” 

“Oh no.” Bob’s voice cut through the air. Lifting his head up to try and shake off the sneeze, he felt you and Yelena tense beside him. Like a wave making its way through a sport-drunk crowd, panic passed around to each of you. 

“Cucumber! Cucumber!” Ava and Yelena began to yell. 

“Aardvark!” You shouted alongside them, earning a weird look from Ava. “What? We need to confuse his brain!” 

“Cucumber! Aardvark! Bubbles!” Yelena, you, and Ava began to yell random words from the top of your lungs, all while Bob stuck to his known phrase.

As you all shouted over each other, trying to confuse Bob’s mind, Walker flipped himself around, reaching for Yelena’s baton. Once in his grasp, he pushed off his feet using your backs as leverage and hoisted himself up, hooking the baton on the door. One by one, your grip on Bob’s and Ava’s arms faltered. You yelped as you tumbled out of their grasp. Ava was quick on her reaction, pulling out her weapons to dig into the wall, stopping her fall. Meanwhile, Yelena spun around, one arm shooting her wire to latch onto Walker, the other onto Bob, who continued to fall down. In your panic, you activated your jets, stopping your descent to hover just below Bob. 

“You had jets this whole time?” Yelena rasped, with a look of betrayal and disbelief in her eyes. 

“You’re telling me that we didn't have to go through that whole ordeal in the first place?” Ava criticized you. 

You sheepishly looked away. “Look, I didn’t know if I had enough fuel to get us all up–” 

“You could have dropped down a rope,” Walker harshly added.

You felt your cheeks grow red from embarrassment. “I guess I could ha–” Suddenly, your jet faltered, causing you to fall, before sputtering back on. “See? Not enough fuel.” They sputtered again. You let out another yelp. In a panic, you clawed upwards for anything to grasp onto. Your fingers clasped over Bob’s forearm. Bob’s finger coiled around your forearm, holding tightly. 

“I’ve got you–” Bob started before the tell of a sneeze formed again. Hurriedly, you tugged on his arm to lift yourself up higher. Your free hand reached around to hug his waist. Just as you secured your hold, Bob sneezed. His head was knocking against your thigh. 

“Sorry,” Bob apologized, as he rubbed the side of his temple. 

“You’re fine,” you sighed a breath of relief as you squeezed Bob tighter. Glancing down at him, you winced at the position you had placed both of you in. Bob was hanging upside down, his head and shoulder resting between your legs as his arms held a mirrored position: wrapping around your waist. Meanwhile, your head hung between his legs, dangerously close to his inner thighs. “Sorry about…” You trailed off, burying your face into one of his legs, before realizing your mistake. Quickly, with a face as bright as a cherry, you pulled away, causing you two to swing slightly off Yelena’s wire. “Sorry,” you tensed. Bob just nodded, his throat too dry and ears too pink to say anything. 

“God it’s like watching a horribly executed porno,” Walker complained, as he began to hoist himself up just enough to begin prying the door open. You and Bob simultaneously blushed harder. 

“Are you two okay?” Yelena asked. Her arm tingled from the additional weight of you on Bob.

“...Yeah…,” You sheepishly mumbled. 

“Will you be able to hold on long enough?” Yelena wondered. Before you could answer, you felt Bob’s grip around you tighten around your waist. You appreciated the extra security it gave you, but it brought Bob closer to you, which was a different problem all in itself. 

“Stark?” Yelena called out. You gulped, not realizing how long you had been quiet. You peeked up at her, nodding before letting out a shaky sigh. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t let go,” Bob reassured you. You muttered a quick thank you back, barely loud enough for Bob to hear. 

With a final grunt, Walker managed to pry open the elevator door, pushing himself up and out. He extended a hand to Ava, pulling her up and out of the shaft. Quickly, Ava ran to retrieve anything that resembled a rope, settling on an emergency hose for fires. Rolling it out, she and Walker tossed it down. Yelena grabbed it, maneuvering the bottom to be within your reach. You grabbed on tightly, Bob still latching onto you. 

“Bob,” Yelena addressed. 

Lifting his head, you saw that it was bright red from all the blood pooling. “Yeah?” he croaked, sounding dazed.

“I need you to grab onto the rope, so I can retract my wires and climb out of here,” Yelena explained. 

“Oh, uh, yeah, grab the rope,” Bob muttered, slowly removing his arms from you to grab the rope. Once Yelena retracted the wire, Bob’s body flung down. 

“AH-woah,” Bob cried out as the force of the fall made his grip slip.  Instinctively, you reached down, clutching the collar of his pajamas like one would pick up a cat. Now it was your turn to hold onto him. 

“You good?” You called out to him. He hummed. His eyes were clenched tightly as his head aggressively nodded. You could see the tremors of fear erupting from his shoulders. 

“Just don’t look down.” You said, trying to soothe his fear of heights. “Uhm, think of…” you trailed off, “happy thought…?” 

“Happy thoughts,” Bob repeated, still clenching his eyes tightly. “Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, ha-happy thoughts.”

“Jesus,” Walker groaned. “What is with you and repeating shit?”

You glared up at Walker. “Not helping, Walker,” you hissed. Looking back down at Bob, you lowered your voice and summoned as much gentleness as you could summon, hanging onto the hose. “You’ve got this, Bob. Just start climbing.” 

Cracking his eyes open, he peered up at you. “R-right.” 

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Finally reaching the ledge of the floor, Walker grasped your shoulders, hoisting you up like you weighed nothing. “Thanks,” you quietly muttered, earning a nod from Walker. 

“Finally, someone who’s grateful,” Walker enunciated, glancing over at Ava and Yelena. 

“Asshole,” Ava cursed under her breath. 

Walker scoffed, extending an arm towards Bob to help him up. “I made a tactical decision to secure my own safety and then ensure all of yours. You’re all pretty ungrateful if you’d ask me, but you’ll make it, right, Bobby?” Throwing his elbow over the ledge, a disgruntled Bob took Walker’s hand. “Looks like you might have missed a leg, check, and arm day, huh?” Walker jeered, helping Bob stand before suddenly going still. His eyes grew unfocused. 

“Walker? “ Yelena called out. Whatever trance Walker was in stopped. “What the hell are you doing?”

For a moment, Walker’s face faltered. “I'm good…” Stepping forward, you all peeked around the corner where the entrance to the bunker lay. You frowned at the bright light that filtered through. It couldn’t have been the day. Blinking, your eyes adjusted to reveal multiple lights. From cars, trucks, tanks, and small flashlights atop helmets and weapons. 

“Fuck,” You whispered under your breath. Turning away from the corner, you clicked the side of your earpiece. The static noise had faded. “FRIDAY?” You breathed. Silence filled the air as you awaited her response. Meanwhile, Yelena and Walker were fighting over who’d be in charge and what plan they should go with. 

“Yes, Ms. Stark?” 

A smile appeared on your face. “Thank god,” you whispered. Eyeing the rest of the group, your eyes fell on Bob, who stared at you with a quizzical look. Upon noticing you caught his stare, he blinked, tearing his eyes away. “FRIDAY, can you send Bucky a live location and status update. Tell him, I got the evidence.” You observed the group. While the photos on your phone were great, these people were the true evidence. They could talk and testify against Valentina, so long as you all got out unscathed. You’d imagine that, on top of impeachment, you could add attempted murder to the charges to keep her locked away far from any strings of power. 

“Why should you be in charge?” Ava cocked her head at Walker, placing her hands on her hips. 

“You almost got us all killed back there.”

“Well, let's see,” Walker explained, mirroring Ava’s stance. “I've been in the trenches of every war-torn country on this planet, rescued God knows how many hostages, and shook the hands of two U.S. Presidents. What else?”

“Oh god,” Yelena rasped, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“High school state football champions. Back to back to back,” Walker continued, “Go Bears!”

“Oh, wow,” Yelena sarcastically said. “When I was five, I was on a Little League soccer team called West Chesapeake Valley Thunderbolts, sponsored by Shane's Tire Shop. We didn't win a single game the entire time. This girl, Mindy, made a poo on the field. Anyone else have any pointless childhood stories to tell me?”

“I grew up in a lab prison,” Ava added. 

“Meth-addicted sign twirling chicken,” Bob mentioned. “Summer job.”

“Stark?” Yelena asked, turning to you. “Got anything to add?”

“Uh,” you pondered your past. “Had an uncle who liked hanging out in the vents and another who pretty much had three boxes of Poptarts a day.”

“Right.” Yelena scrunched her nose in confusion. Shaking it off, a look of certainty appeared on her face. “ Well, here's the plan. We set off an explosion to bring them in–”

“I don't know,” Walker cut Yelena off. “Too many variables with an explosion.”

Sending Walker a glare to shut him up, Yelena continued. “They turn on their night vision.” She pointed to Walker. “You handle the first wave. On my signal, Stark will redirect power into the lights, but you’ve got to wait for Stark after she blinds the remaining troops. I’ll wait once the lights are on to help you take the rest of them out.”

“Everyone's gonna wait for you?” Walker mused. 

“It'll only work if you wait.”

Walker shook his head. “It's a terrible plan.”

“Ava, find us an escape vehicle–” Yelena began, but Ava had already phased away, leaving you all behind.

Popping up behind Yelena, Bob flashed a quick smile. “What about me?”

Yelena paused, looking over Bob. “You..you go with Stark. Stay behind her, Bob. She’ll keep you safe.”

“-But I can–,” Bob tried to interject, but Yelena and Walker had already moved on, initiating the plan. 

Pulling on his sleeve, you led Bob down the maze of hallways. Following the thrum of the power source. “Maybe I should have a gun?” Bob suggested. 

“Do you know how to use one?” You asked, sharply turning the corner to where all the energy flowed from. The electrical room hummed as tiny lights blinked in and out, a sign of life and light. You frowned at all the switches. Luckily, you didn’t need to figure them all out, thanks to your abilities. 

“No, but we're going to need a fight, right?” Bob argued. 

Stopping, you turned around to face him, watching as he knocked into you. You raised your hands to brace him, stopping just inches away from his chest. Freezing, you pulled your hands away, stepping back. “I appreciate your enthusiasm, but…” You watched as his eyes fell at your words. The sadness in those dark blue eyes made your chest tighten. “I'll fight, but–”

“The medical trial was supposed to make me better,” Bob persisted. “I don't know. I feel like maybe I could help.” His eyes widened to plead with you. Internally, you groaned. Goddamn puppy eyes. 

“But,” you emphasized, “If I need help, I guess you can help. How’s that sound?”

Bob nodded. “O-okay. Yeah, I’ll help.” 

You smiled at him as he beamed down at you, fiddling with his fingers. “Thanks. I trust you.” 

Startled by your words, Bob raised his brows at you. “You trust…me?” 

Suddenly, a thunderous boom echoed throughout the halls. The lights flickered out of power, making everything dark except the backup power residing in the electrical units. You faintly made out the uncertainty in Bob’s face as if he didn’t even trust himself. “You got us up that elevator. Sang to me so I could focus, of course, I trust you.” Turning away, you removed your gloves, placing your hands on the units to redirect the energy. 

A silence fell over you two. As you lured the whisps of energy towards where they needed to go, Bob couldn’t help but soften his gaze. His eyes trailed over your hands as the strings of light filled the space under your skin, lighting it up as it traveled up your hair escaping at the neds. In the peace of the quiet as you worked, Bob couldn’t help the words that slipped out of his mouth next. “I've always had these episodes ever since I was a kid.” Bob watched as you tilted your head to let him know you were listening. He swallowed down his nerves before continuing. “There's a high and then there's a low, and then my memory just goes blank. But this time I feel like there's something bad that happened, or I did something bad.”

“I mean, everyone does bad things in their life. Things we all regret. I’ve–” your voice grew soft as you tried to focus on both your words and the energy flow. “I’ve done bad things too.” You could hear the small intake of air that entered Bob’s lungs at your confession. “After we lost to Than– Shit.” Your eyes flickered open. “No. Come on. Please–” 

“Wha–what’s wrong?” Bob questioned, worry growing on his face. 

In your frustration, you kicked the electrical units. “Stupid…the wires are fried, even with the backup energy, I can’t turn on the lights. Walker was right.”

“But you have to turn it back on,” Bob said, reciting the plan. “I mean, we’re supposed to blind the guys.”

“Yeah, I know, Bob.”

“That was the plan.” 

“You're not helping, Bob,” you uttered, exiting the electrical room. You had to tell the others, or at least help them. The two of you navigated the dark hallways. You led, and Bob trailed behind. His steps are uncertain compared to your purposeful ones. Suddenly, bangs and grunts were heard down the hall. You froze, stopping Bob. Once the sounds died down, you motioned for Bob to follow. Turning a new corner, you nearly tripped over the pile of unconscious soldiers. 

“Where are they?” Bob asked. Before you could answer, a red laser lit up the hall. You grabbed Bob’s shirt, pulling him behind the corner. Ducking down, you quickly snatched a gun from a nearby soldier. 

Cling. Clang. 

You watched as the soldiers chucked tear gas at you and Bob. Quickly, you pulled off the gas masks from the closest men. One for you and Bob. Chucking it to him, you pulled yours on. 

“I can help,” Bob mumbled through the gas. 

You shook your head, checking your gun. “Stay. If I need help–” Shot began to fire. You ducked down and rolled to the opposite corner. Bracing yourself, you aimed and fired, shooting a soldier. Two more appeared where the other one fell. You charged them, shooting your gun again until you were close enough to swing at their helmets, touching their night vision goggles, and using their energy to shock them unconscious. Another shot rang out, narrowly missing your head. Before you could counterattack, the soldier fell. Turning around, you saw Bob holding a rifle from a fallen soldier. 

“That was incredible,” Bob stated, dropping the gun to his side. 

“Thanks.” You blushed at the compliment, thankful for the darkness. “Not so bad yourself for having not used a gun before.” A shuffle of movement appeared behind you. Whirling around, you and Bob both began to shoot at it. 

Commands of stop filled the air as your bullets ricocheted off a…shield? Both you and Bob quickly stopped firing. 

“It’s us!” John and Yelena yelled. 

“Where were you?” You snapped, lowering your now-empty gun. 

“Where were you?” Walker hissed. “What happened to the lights?”

“The explosion fried the wires.” You explained. “I couldn’t redirect the energy.” 

 “God, what use are you then?” Walker groaned. He glanced at Yelena. “I told you. Too many variables. I knew it.”

“And then you didn't wait,” Yelena accused. 

“I did wait,” Walker retaliated. “And then…” Suddenly, Walker paused. “We’ve probably got about 60 seconds until they send another squad in.” 

“Then let’s make sure we get out of here by then,” you said. 

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As far as plans were going, you guys were on fire. Lugging Bob over your shoulders, you and Walker dragged him along. Bob did his best to act injured while Yelena tagged behind, guarding the rear. Despite the complaints, Bob held to being a limp body; you all had made it past the initial wall of soldiers. Valentina and her assistant, Mel, stood behind them watching the entrance with a worried anticipation. God, you wanted to kill that woman, but you knew you had found people you could trust, and the evidence in your pocket would suffice. You didn’t want to do anything else that tainted your father’s legacy. 

Pulling off to the side between two large trucks, you and Walker released Bob from your hold, letting him stand straight. “We need a truck,” Walker pointed out.

“Where's Ava?” You asked, remembering the task given to her. Although you weren’t positive she had actually heard it. 

“She's gone,” Walker stated. “Of course she is.”

As if summoning the devil, Ava pulled up behind you all. Rolling down the window, she motioned for you all to get in. Popping open the back, you and Bob hopped up. Sitting down, you began to take off your helmet to let you breathe the cool night air. Across from you, Bob did the same. 

“You two gonna be okay back there?” Yelena asked as Walker and Ava headed up to the front. 

“Yeah,” you two said in tandem. Yelena nodded before closing the door behind her. 

Behind the shield of the doors, you began to tear off the combat gear. It was hot enough in the suit, now you added a few new layers on top of it. “God, I’m burning up.” 

Bob agreed. His eyes couldn’t help but follow your hands as you stripped back down to your suit. He gulped, feeling hot all of a sudden. Quickly, he began taking off the combat suit that adorned his body. Once discarding the clothes, Bob glanced around the back of the armoured truck before returning his eyes to you. “So, uh, have you been in one of these before?” He winced at his own attempt at conversation. 

“Sort of. I’m assuming you haven’t,” you said, noting his civilian status. 

“Heh, no. I-I haven’t.” 

An awkward silence fell between you two as the truck began to drive out of the camp. You peered out the back tinted window. 

“We got out,” Bob noted. 

You looked over at him. “Almost,” you muttered. “Not yet.” Right as those words left your mouth, the truck came to a halt. You glanced out the window again. “Shit. Guards.” You told Bob. The two of you grew quiet to listen to Walker trying to handle the situation as guards stalked around the back of the truck, creeping up to the front. To say Walker had the situation under control was a lie. He was absolutely failing. You figured a kindergartener would have pulled it off better. Hearing a click beside you, you turned. The back door was open, and Bob was getting out. 

“Bob,” you hissed. “What are you doing?” 

He glanced back at you and offered you a weak smile. You froze. You had seen that smile before. It was the heroic kind. One you’d offer when you knew a sacrifice was imminent. One you’d never get back up from. One you’d offer when you had made peace with it. After all, only those who truly cared presented that smile. You knew this well. It was the same smile that haunted your dreams and waking memories. It was the smile he gave you when he snapped. 

“No,” you muttered to yourself. “No, no, no.” Bob wasn’t supposed to give you that smile. He was supposed to make it out of here. You had promised yourself to get him out, secretly promised him he’d be safe, be free. You couldn’t help how your feet moved, jumping out of the back of the car. You ran after him, watching as he picked up a rifle, aiming it at the sky. Bob wasn’t supposed to be the hero. You were. It’s what they left behind for you. A mantle to take up. Be a hero, Y/N. That’s what they raised you to be. Yet here you were, drowning underneath that title, one that Bob so selflessly picked up, leaving you to chase after him.

“No, no, Bob! Stop!” You didn’t care if you were drawing attention. Nearby soldiers began to track your movements: guns ready to shoot, violence and determination filling their veins. You watched as Bob ran into the spotlight, demanding everyone’s attention, pulling them away from the truck so they could escape, so you could escape. 

“Hey!” Bob yelled, a cry of heroes, as he emptied the bullets in the gun. Never once aiming at another person. 

“Bob!” You screamed, arms reaching out for him. His eyes widened at you. You weren’t supposed to follow him. He took a step toward you as red aiming lights lit up his body. Hard-armoured figures tackled you before you could reach him. They pushed you into the ground, the dirt and gravel scraping against your cheeks as tears trickled down them. “Bob!” You wept as they opened fire. Bullets were hitting his body. It was all too fast and horrifically slow. Your mind was memorizing every moment until his body hit the ground. You struggled against your captors, desperate to reach him. A mantra of guilt flooded you. 

It should have been me. It should have–

The grip of the soldiers loosened as he stood up. Like a god awakening from death, Bob stood up. His shirt was torn and filled with the remnants of what should have killed him. But there he stood, a testament against everything known to man. Bob was alive. 

“Bob!” You called out, pushing the soldiers off of you. His head swerved in your direction. You gasped. His eyes. They glowed a golden hue. Suddenly, he began to rise, feet ghosting the ground as ripples formed in the dirt below. Within the blink of an eye, he was gone up in the sky and falling back down just as fast. 

Without thinking, you darted to the power source, lights all ablaze. With one touch, you drained its energy into your suit. If you have enough power, enough energy, you could fly up there, maybe you could catch him, or slow his descent. Anything to make sure he made it. 

“Come on,” you pleaded with your suit. The jets sparked to life, shooting you into the sky in the direction of Bob’s falling figure. It didn’t take long for your trajectory to cross his. Wrapping your arms around him, your jets began to flicker. On and off. On and off. They didn’t switch back on. You peered down at the ground below. It was getting closer and closer. Hugging Bob tighter against your chest, you sensed his energy flow, calling out to you. “FRIDAY,” you said. “Activate Safe Landing protocols.” She repeated your command before flickering off to allow the suit to form a protective shield that would come between you and the ground. Still, Bob’s energy danced around yours, overflowing even in his unconscious state. Maybe, just maybe, if you gave a bit more, a shock, he’d wake up. Closing your eyes, you brought your hands to his face. Running a thumb against his cheek, you called out to his energy. The golden strings twirled around yours as you connected them. A bright light thrummed from where your energy flows were joined. You felt as if you could sense every part of him. Calling out to him, you pleaded with him to wake up. “Come on, Bob. Wake up.” 

But he never did, not before you two crashed into the ground below. Rocks and dust flew everywhere as the sheer force of your fall created a crater deep in the ground. Around you, your suit lay in shambles, doing what Tony had made it to do. Just as the suit protected you, your arms still tightly clung to Bob, protecting him. 

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Eddie is in the middle of his biggest campaign yet, meanwhile you're sick and while out for errands you end up running into your ex.

Slight Dom vibes from Eddie. Older Eddie x reader (Eddie is 42, reader is late twenties) protective Eddie. 18+

❤️

"The campaign is the biggest one I've planned yet and all the guys are excited for it. I'll be m.i.a for a little while so try and behave while I'm gone" you sprawl across his bed and love the way his eyes darken at the sight of your naked body.

"I guess. It's more fun when I misbehave though" you reply impishly and that makes Eddie smirk just a little bit.

Sweetheart are you going to be good for me or not?" Eddie asks patiently while you pout and settle back on the bed.

"Maybe" you shrug and Eddie shakes his head torn between adoration for you and exasperation. He leans down to kiss you, loses himself in the sensation for a moment or two.

He can't get enough of kissing you, he can't get enough of feeling your body pressed against his and watching you come undone. He can't get enough of spending time with you and being with him.

He's never felt like this before until you, just so full of love and adoration. For the first time in his life he's actually considering postponing a campaign but eventually the little nagging voice inside of his head (that sounds suspiciously like Dustin) forces him out the door.

"If you need anything then you call me, okay princess?" you nod along but he knows you would never interrupt a campaign, "I mean if baby anything at all" he's still hesitant to leave but you practically push him out the door.

"Go or we all know Dustin will be here in seconds if You're even a little bit late" he scoffs but knows you're not wrong. The little butthead would send the cavalry.

With I love yous exchanged he's then out of the door and on his way to the campaign.

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You were planning to hit the bookstore in town and then heading to Family Video for a movie to watch while Eddie was gone.

His campaigns were meticulously planned out and you knew this session could last most of the afternoon and some of the night.

It was so hot to watch Eddie when he was so passionate about things he loved and you had even sat in on a campaign or two, made up a character and genuinely enjoyed playing with Eddie and his friends.

Truly it would have been nice to join him today but you had been feeling out of sorts since last night and Eddie refused to get you any more sick, he had gently ordered you to rest up as much as possible and call him on the landline the minute you felt worse.

It took long enough to even get him out of the door to even go to campaign so there was no way you were interrupting him after he had spent so much time on it, you had your movies, medicine and a new book, along with soup and hot cocoa. You would be fine.

The fresh air helped and it was always lovely to see Hawkins in the fall, the gorgeous oranges, rust and golden hues of the trees, the chill in the air and Halloween decorations dotted around the town.

Your peace ends up interrupted by a very unwelcome figure. Your ex. Alastair.

"Has the freak left you all alone today?" You ignore Alastair and walk past him. God what did you see in that asshole? It was only a couple of months but you should have seen that he was a douchebag from the start.

Thankfully you had dumped him and moved on. You had found Eddie who treated you like a queen, who adored you and loved you so much.

"I'm talking to you. Stupid bitch" Alastair snarls and he grabs your arm. The violent tug makes you lose your balance and you stumble.

"Let of me" you snap and his face turns puce but before he can do anything else someone blocks him from your view.

"Clear off dickhead" its Steve and he's glaring at Alastair whose face drains of colour.

"You know I'm glad it's that freak who has you now. At some point he will get sick of your bullshit as well" he snarls and walks away.

You're teary and just want to go home. The glow of your perfect morning with Eddie is long gone.

"You okay?" Steve asks kindly and you nod still feeling shaky. You're furious that Alastair has ruined your day and gotten under your skin again, tears of fury blur your vision and Steve softens.

"Come on. I'll walk you home"

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When you head back to Eddie's trailer your head is pounding and Alastair's words play on your mind. It was no good giving that assholes opinions the time of day, the thing is he always managed to say things that got under your skin or that he knew would hurt the most.

It was hard to ignore him and even though you shake up you still refuse to call Eddie. In all honesty you were nervous to say anything about this. He was so protective of you that you worried he would actually knock Alastair out for grabbing you like that.

You didn't want Eddie in trouble so you resolved to keep quiet. Though if Alastair came near you again you were absolutely kicking him in his tiny little balls.

...

You had been strangely quiet since Eddie had arrived back home, usually you were slightly mischievous, chatty and would tell him all about your day. He told you all about the campaign and how well it had gone, you seemed genuinely excited but there was still something bugging you that Eddie couldn't figure out.

Were you still feeling sick?

"Eddie, do you get sick of me sometimes?" the question hangs in the air and Eddie gapes, what? Where the fuck was this coming from?

"Of course not sweetheart. Why would you ever think that?" You shake your head and cuddle up close to him. He held you tightly, trying to soothe away what was worrying you. What happened from this morning to now?

"No reason, I just wondered that's all" he frowns and holds you closer to him, determined to let you know how much you mean to him.

"I love you sweetheart. I could never get sick of you. Please never think like that because it will never happen" the words seem to relax you but Eddie is still suspicious about why those thoughts were even on your mind.

He's determined to find out and he doesn't have to wait very long.

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Steve visits that afternoon and Eddie's worries deepen when he asks if you're okay after yesterday.

"What happened yesterday?" he knew there was something that was bothering you. He should have pressed a little bit more last night but he knew you would tell him in time. He's anxious now that it's something really bad.

It must be judging from your question last night, something had put those thoughts on your mind and now he was closer to finding out what.

Steve frowns. "Did she not tell you that dickhead of an ex was hounding her?" Eddie freezes and shakes his head.

"Shit no, she looked like she wanted to tell me something all night but kept closing up. I should have known it would be something to do with him" he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to control his anger.

Not that he was angry at you, no way. However he was angry at your ex and his inability to leave you alone. Anytime Alastair saw you it caused him to act like a complete dick, he's pretty sure the guy must naturally be an ass or he didn't like the fact that you dumped his ass.

Either way Eddie wasn't going to let the little fucker away with hurting you. He thanks Steve for telling him and for being there for you, even though he wishes he could have been there himself.

He doubts very much your ex would have said anything when he was around and was one of those people who liked to get their targets on their own.

Once Steve leaves you arrive back home shortly after, you kiss his cheek and take your bag full of groceries into the kitchen.

Eddie follows you and wraps his arms around your waist while trailing soft kisses over your neck.

"Hey princess, Steve came over today to ask how you were after yesterday" you stiffen for a few seconds but relax when he soothes you.

"That was sweet of him. I guess he told you what happened with Alastair? I've been meaning to tell you, it's just trying to find the right words but yeah he was his usual self and he grabbed me..." You turn to him but he's extremely quiet.

You must notice the dangerous glint in his eyes because you cup his cheek and reassure him that you're fine and everything is okay.

Eddie holds you close and kisses you, he's fuming that your ex dared put his hands on you and you quietly tell him the rest of what happened and by the end of it he's pissed.

"I love you so much sweetheart, so fucking much and if that asshole bothers you again then I swear I'll knock his teeth out" he seethes and you shake your head not wanting that to happen.

"I love you Eddie and I don't want you in trouble for that asshole" you rest your head on his chest and he strokes your hair.

"Oh I won't get into shit but he might" he mutters and plans to have a word with your shitty ex. There was no way that douchebag was getting away with hurting you.

"Eddie" you warn him and sigh when you get one of his charming smiles in return.

"I promise you princess that I won't harm a hair on his head even if he deserves it" Eddie vows and you nod believing him. Whatever he had planned though would likely be something Alastair would never forget.

...

Funnily enough Alistair doesn't bother you again and when you ask Eddie about it he simply says they had a little chat.

Knowing how protective Eddie is you can just imagine how that went. It must have been something that got through to him because in the rare times you did see Alistair out and about in town, his eyes would widen and he'd rush away clutching his privates and letting out a squeal.

"Eddie what the hell did you do?" you ask torn between amusement and exasperation.

"I just told him to leave my girl alone or he'd maybe be an appendage less" he shrugs innocently. "No one tries to hurt you and gets away with it" he kisses your forehead and you stifle a smile as the two of you head back home.

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[psuedosugu]

OMG your Vox with a pop star darling was perf!! Can you please do one where Vox starts to fall in love with his assistant who’s an imp?? At first he’d be in major denial because of the class differences but he’s just subconsciously SUPER doting towards her. Pen out of ink? Guess he'll just have to buy a brand new pack for her! Forgot her lunch? Obviously he'll just give her his!! Sorry if it's long :((((

thank youuu !! this idea is so interesting and no, its definitely not too long, i personally like longer asks better tbh !!

cw: stalking, manipulation, and things of the sort

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✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || you had always stood out to vox as one of his assistants the whole time u had worked for him.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || at first he didn’t recognize his feelings as romantic.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || you were a really good assistant. you were organized and always knew what to do, plus you knew how to handle his outbursts

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he appreciated you and thats all…right?

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || it was the little things that made him realize what his feelings really were.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || the way your nose scrunches up when you laugh, the way ur eyes glimmer when you’re given something to do, things like that.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || you were such a delicate thing.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || once he realized, he tried to deny it all he could.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || his brain was at war with his heart. you were an imp. he was an overlord! things could never work out with you two..or could they?

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || its not like there were any written rules on it, plus he could use this power imbalance to his benefit.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || vox favored you over all of his other workers and assistants, everyone could tell, even you.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || you were naive, thinking that it was a sign to keep going, to work harder to get more of his approval.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || at first it was just him being visibly nicer to you than he is with others but then things started to escalate

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || getting paid significantly more, longer breaks and more vacation days,

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he even started buying you things, wether it be lunch, more office supplies, the latest tech (which he definitely didn’t use to spy on you), expensive jewelry, anything and everything you’d ever need.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || you tried to decline them, you didn’t need all this, but he refused to take them back. you were his favorite assistant, after all!

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he also threw flirty quips at you from time to time which confused you to no end.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he felt a pang of jealousy in his chest whenever he spied on you calling or texting other people (he could definitely look through your phone, texts, and calls)

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he wanted you all to himself! you didn’t need anyone else.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he’ll probably ask you to move into the building with him, “-so you can work more efficiently!” he says.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || if you said yes, you two would live “happily ever after”. he would coerce you into a situationship of some sorts. not an actual relationship, though, do you know what that would do for his image?

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he would keep you close, though, close enough to the point where you wouldn’t want to leave.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || if you said no, though, or showed any sign of leaving, oh, that just wouldn’t do.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || what do you mean you wanna quit? he makes you uncomfortable? just calm down for a second, look into his eyes for a bit…and there! see, its fine, everything is fine.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || and you don’t have the strength to refuse.

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || you spend the next few days in a hazy blur. you want to stay. you want to stay? vox does feel slightly guilty, hypnotizing you into staying, but he has no choice. you’re his, and you need to be protected! what if something happens to you?

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ || he stays doting over you, making sure you’re okay and stuff, he really is trying his best to make this comfortable for you, so pleasee don’t make this harder for him.

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[noctunis]

childhood friends and reward kisses with cloud strife ❤️

cloud didn’t mind the silence so much, especially considering his chest was not filled with words but with a quietude that only the sound of a quickened heartbeat thumping between his ribs could interrupt. he almost savored it at times, knowing he couldn’t be annoyed with something that didn’t exist.

this wasn’t one of those moments. you patching him up from his recent scuffle with an abundance of shinra’s lackeys and advanced machines. cloud could have easily done this himself, you know that, yet you insisted to do it for him anyways. he didn’t say much in return besides a small, ‘thanks’ as he limped over to your sofa.

it only wasn’t a moment because cloud didn’t mind you, whether you talked or not. although, even if he wouldn’t outright say it, he did find it a little sweet that you still remember small bits of your childhood together that you still recall to this day.

and yet your soft laugh breaks him out of his reverie, a chuckle escaping you and into the air — which almost makes him forget about the dull stinging echoing on the epidermis his jaw while you pressed alcohol soaked cotton balls against it.

you start up again as you brain whirs in search for more memories. “do you remember. . .” you trail off, lips twisting as you try to think of a funny moment. cloud watched for a second or two before your eyebrows raise with newfound idea. you smile again, “when we found that cat in the alleyway? the one that tifa gave some bread to?”

“oh, yeah,” he says in response. he remembers trailing after the two of you, hearing the distant cooing of your voices as you had crouched down to see a small kitten hiding away in the dark alley.

cloud couldn’t help but let a small amused huff of air puff through his nostrils at your antics. he had to give it to you, you were pretty good at taking his mind off of the pain.

“ginger,” he said blankly.

you looked up at him — slender, mako eyes already glued on you. quirking a brow, you waited for him to give you more context. “ginger?”

“ginger. that’s what you had named the cat,” he added. your mouth form a small ‘o’ shape with the realization. you softly laughs. “right, it had a bright orange mark on its forehead.”

he hums in agreement. at times like this there would be some memories he couldn’t remember, even when you blatantly described them with such detail. it was nothing if on the horizon, only blurry shapes and sounds that came with these memories. he was glad you still recall them, though, a greater comfort than you’d think.

“this might hurt a bit,” you say. his eyes flit down to where your hands roam over his arm, the thick laceration evident in the flesh of his arm as you hover a needle and thread over it. “do you want some—“

“you didn’t want to let go of the cat when we had to go home, even when your parents wouldn’t let you keep it,” he keeps going. you notice how his eyes clench shut with a furrowed brow as he cuts you off.

you cock your head.

and it’s almost like he senses it, because when he opens his eyes, he squints at you. “keep going,” he mutters, before closing his eyes again. you realize what he’s doing; keeping the conversation to take his mind off the sting of the sanitizer and the prick of the sterilized needle.

cloud hears you chuckle again. “yeah, said the cat carried diseases.”

he huffs, “it just wanted a home.”

the rest of the time is spent with mindless chatter, you both lose track of how long the procedure goes on. talking about tales of what he remembers back in nibelheim, talking about how different things are now — and before he knows it, you squeeze his hand reassuringly and gently tap his knee.

“we’re all done,” you say. “do they feel alright?”

he lifts his leg and moves it around, craning his neck and checking the rest of his injuries to ensure that there’s minimal pain left behind other than achy bones. “yeah, it’s fine.”

“look at me, don’t even know how to stitch someone up yet i got it perfect the first try,” you grin.

“you didn’t know how to—“

“don’t you think i deserve a kiss for how amazing i did?” you beam, half hoping that he’d forget about the fact that you know little about stitches and medical assistance besides fundamental healing magic.

he pauses, making a small, choked sound of surprise at your proposal of a reward. you tilt your head with a smile before puckering your lips out dramatically — making cloud scoff. hesitantly, his head leans forward as his eyes flutter closed. he can hear his heartbeat thump in his ears as a gloved hand comes to grasp the underside of your jaw, a soft gasp escaping you when he leans in and pressed a quick peck to your lips.

it was only for a second, but when he pulls away, there’s stars in your eyes and he can’t help but huff amusedly at the sight.

his eyes fixate on your figure even when you get up, skipping away to put the medical supplies back in their proper cabinets in the bathroom — leaving him to sit in silence as he waits for you to come back.

cloud enjoys his own company more now that he can include another, the quiet no longer so comforting unless you’re in it. he is on the cusp of insensibility and it only fills him with confusion. maybe you use magic or maybe you’re somehow manipulating him. he doesn’t know. cloud doesn’t know anything anymore except that he cannot sit on your sofa the same way he did before without feeling the phantom warmth of your hands lingering on his.

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[nanami-is-nanamean]

Villain Nanami but instead of joining Geto, he never made the phone call to Gojo after 3 years and just--straight up broke and killing the higher ups. Of his company, not jujutsu society rip

He then proceeds to work as a merc similar to Toji but not really because he aint a bum lmao

Everyday Gojo thinks about the irony about how the only people who could really touch him are both cold blooded killers that have an agenda against everything he stands for, aka jujutsu society rip

I imagine though that gojo tries talking to him similar to geto. Things go... a bit differently compared to what happened then, nanami revealing to him that hes not against jujutsu society as a whole, just the way its run. After that bombshell, gojo tries every encounter they get (i imagine they have a lot of those thanks to the higher ups sending him to hunt nanami down) to get him to stop his murderizing ways and find a different way. He keeps failing, but nanami always assures him that hes on gojos side as he wants to reform and help their society

I can actually see him helping subtly with getos defection. Since hes a merc and sorcerer for hire, i can see gojo hiring him to do things he cant since hes always stretched too thin. Like keeping tabs on geto, sabotaging his efforts to collect more curses, etc etc. Ofc he still murderizes people and other targets though, he might be a bit of a jujutsu vigilante but hes still a blade for hire

I realize that ive just turned nanami into Jason Todd Red Hood.

ANYWAYS--

With Kento being outside interference wholly focused on helping gojo and doing his own thing, id like to think theres a good chance they could stop the Night Parade from happening. With his time working in that profession, i imagine that he develops his technique much further and has a more thorough understanding of the other aspects of jujutsu like barriers, and simple domains. Add to that his lack of a moral code and shit about murderizing people, and i genuinely think that theres a good chance of it either not being as bad as in canon or just. Straight up Not Happening. The Night Parade, i mean.

I can see nanami, after learning of what getos planning, coming in and systematically dismantling each and every one of his plans via murder. And gojo would trust him, since i imagine at this point, nanamis serving as his eyes and ears on geto, and nanamis been helping him deal with all the troubles hes been causing. So ofc, while none the wiser on as to how nanamis gonna do it, he trusts nanami to execute on his plan.

So off he goes, eliminating or killing curse users that might join geto, defeating or at least weakening higher grade curses that geto might have his eye on, and systematically eliminating getos different cult strong posts via murdering important members and whatever of getos inner circle he can reach. At a certain point, i can see geto getting wind of what nanamis doing or at least realize that nanamis the one behind the fuckery happening with his plans. I see him being... unsure on whether or not to be furious or amused, and a bit more research later, discovers that hes a bit of a sellsword. A look through his client list and he discovers that his most recent hires are from JujuTech, and quickly assumes that gojos the one hiring nanami to sabotage him. He isnt exactly wrong, but he isnt exactly right either. Hes only hired to keep watch. Doesnt say that he cant meddle though.

Geto then gets it into his head to use nanamis for hire status against gojo, and hires him to work for him instead—saying that he's gonna pay him double whatever gojo pays him. Nanami accepts. Hes quite literally being paid to betray gojo, doesnt mean he cant betray them back for free though. Geto, quite literally, put a fox in a chicken pen.

Yes, he still does as Geto wishes—targeting JujuTech students and trying to kill them (his attempts are so half hearted though that he just ends up decommissioning them for a bit), targeting and attacking clans (this, hes perfectly okay with not holding back—helps both geto, him and gojo anyways if a few more of these fuckers died), and locating and not killing strong curses (dont mean that he cant leak their existence to Gojo though). Nanamis running the riskiest double con here because hes now officially working for geto, but still helping out gojo LMAO

I could go on but ive lost steam rip-- its a poggers thought experiment thoughk

[rapidwaterzzz]

life series as lps

solidarity/ jimmy:

idk blonde, vibes match

bigb:

same vibe y is it fuzzy i dont like it i like the color scheme

skizz:

u cannot tell me hes not a bulldog, also the blue fit him

impulse:

yet again same vibe, also rockin w them

grian:

literlaly looking the same direction its perfect, also the hairs has the same front bit its perf

[spaceycat]

Hai.

Twitter Camstar!Chris. Pls.

the blonde happy trail. his stomach and chest caving and heaving while he jerks off infront of the camera.

the gasping. and groaning. oh. my. god.

IM SO IN BRO, ILY. (i am such a sucker for this trope) enjoy !!

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♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: lockjaw by sir mix-a-lot (4:19)

✰ pairing: camstar!chris hartley x fem!reader

✰ cw: swearing, talk of porn creation, kinda smutty but its just chris' porn LOL, kinda mild for whats to come

✰ word count: 1.0k+

✰ summary: your friends were talking about this new guy on pornhub, twitter, onlyfans, all of the above really that has taken the internet by storm. you looked it up out of curiosity to find that it was your friend chris at the centre of it all.

✰ a/n: yeah so i made this into a three parter because i was kinda obsessed with this...

see pt. 1 (you are here) , pt. 2, pt. 3, pt.4 & pt.5

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༺colour chart༻ reader ❀ chris ★ hayley margot (random characters for plot convenience)

You were at work, getting ready to clock out - in the break room. Packing up your computer, charger, phone, when your workfriends came walking in. "Have you seen that on guy twitter and stuff?" "He's on onlyfans too--" "Why are you guys talking about onlyfans at work?--" "No, you have to understand-- there's this new guy he's on like.. twitter, pornhub on everything and people are obsessed with him." "And, I'm guessing you two are obsessed with him aswell?" "Maybe.. I'm looking into the cam girl business to hook up with him." "That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard." "You have to see him yourself, then you'll be the exact same." "404ByteMe is his name." "That is-- I'm sorry bite me?" "No-- byte me like some nerdy shit, he must be into tech or something." "Tech and Porn, goes perfect together." You'd pack the rest of your stuff up, clearly uninterested. "I've got to go.. I'll see you tomorrow."

You made your way to your apartment, setting your stuff down as you toed off your shoes. Letting out a sigh, you pulled out your phone. ByteMe, that's dumb. You were then texted by your bestfriend Chris, he's a reserved person - not really knowing your work friends.

today - 4:57pm "we still on for tonight??"

"unless ur planning on ditching me, yeah we are ;P" "perf, be there at half past" "yep x"

You set your phone down, you had to clean your apartment and shower before Chris came over for dinner. You cleaned up your apartment, as you checked your phone you realised it was 5:23pm. You still needed to shower, surely Chris would be late-- and besides he wouldn't care if you were in the shower for like 5 minutes.. right?

today - 5:23pm "i might be in the shower when you get here, let urself in xx"

You knew he'd be probably driving already, but he'd eventually check his phone. You went off into the bathroom, turning on the shower - as you waited for the water to heat up, you shedded out of your work uniform. Feeling grateful that it was finally off after a hot and long day at work. The water washed away all the grime and dirt from the day also loosening your muscles and just giving you a minute to be thoughtless. As you got out of the shower, you checked your phone - realising that Chris hadn't read your message. Believing that he wasn't at the apartment yet. You wrapped a towel over yourself, drying off your hair as you walked out into your living room, humming to yourself - the towel cutting off your peripheral vision as you headed to the fridge. That's when you heard his voice. "Hello?--" He said with a chuckle. You turned around, seeing him in jeans, a plaid jumper and a shirt displaying a design based on some game that he probably liked. Then you became acutely aware of your clothes, or lack thereof. A blush coated your cheeks, "Shit-- shit, sorry I thought you weren't here yet--" He laughed a bit at your flusteredness, "Uh-- sorry.. I- I should've texted you or something.." "Chris it's fine-- don't apologise, let me get dressed." You practically waddled away to your bedroom, embarrassment wasnt even the right word to describe how you just felt. You could've died on the spot. You got changed into jeans and whatever shirt you could find, intending to be quick. Your hair was still wet, imprinting and sticking to your shirt - making it kind of see through. You gave up, deciding to walk back into the living room. "Sorry again--" You'd move to grab two beers from your bar fridge, walking back over to Chris - passing him one. He responded with a small "thank you." as you sat down next to him, placing your feet onto your coffee table. After dinner, you found yourselves watching some horror movie Josh suggested you two to watch. You were on your phone, not really invested in the movie as Hayley and Margot kept texting you about this Byte guy, it was starting to piss you off at this point. Why were they so persistent with it, "Plsssss, he's so hot!!" "trust me you will literally ascend to godhood seeing this man." You decided to just give in, look at one small clip or photo to see what the deal with this guy was. You faced your phone away from Chris, so he wouldnt see what the fuck you were up to on it. You went on incognito mode, like that would hide your sins. Looking up "404ByteMe" into the ponhub search bar, that's when you fell upon his profile.

He had many videos, some with some girls some solo. You turned down your volume to zero almost immediately. His profile picture was.. hot, it was faceless but holy shit what a body. A blonde curly happy trail leading to something cut out of frame, and a toned, lean stomach helping it. You clicked on a video, that's when you saw it. That smile that you've seen so many times before, those lopsided glasses that has to be pushed up every so often, that nose.

The man you were sitting next to was now plastered all over the screen, you watched himself pump his cock over and over again - probably making sweet noises that made you need to rewatch this later. Watching this felt wrong, but also so right. You watched the beads of pre-cum leak from his red swollen tip, watching his chest heave and his thighs and jaw tighten like he was about to cum, your thighs started to rub together to relieve the heat building between them, you never thought about Chris in that sense but now it was all that filled your mind. That's when a voice cut through your moment.

"You still watching this movie or what?--" You turned off your phone almost immediately, pushing it aside. "Y-Yeah.. sorry, my friends just kept texting me. I'm all yours." I'm all yours?-- okay who even says that, but as you looked at the man beside you - you could only wonder how he would look atop of you, fucking into you. You struggled to watch the movie, your phone still buzzing with texts from Hayley and Margot as you were hoping all of this would be over soon and he could leave to rewatch that video fifty more times if you could.

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YEP!! YEP!! I AM MAKING MORE CHAPTERS LIKE RN

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murderbot tv show eps 1 & 2 reactions/spoilers under cut. i actually liked that a lot thank fucking god

holy shit torture in the first couple minutes??

— — EP 1 — —

ooooo its hacking the gov mod on screen. this is so fucking funny what the hell

FREEDOM UNIT GETS ME EVERY TIME

oh this title sequence. ohhhh this title sequence

asfhjbgadsjkfadkj the way the preservation team looks like a trap to it. yep.

AND THEN IT COMES BACK TO RESCUE THEM OHHHH

holy fuck thats so graphic

what the fuck port free commerce looks insane???

oh my god hes got gurathins rbf down pat

PIN LEE "IS THAT AWKWARD?"

oof yep hearing them talk about secunits as products is just as bad as it should be

OMINOUS HUMMING — RATTHI, STILL HUMMING BUT ALSO TALKING: GURATHIN GET IN HERE — CONTINUED OMINOUSNESS, GURATHIN JOINS THE GROUP LIKE A RECALCITRANT TEENAGER — RATTHI HUMMING: YEAH THERE WE GOOO

theyre really fucking w the corporates omfg

FILTHY HUMAN BODIES

oh my god. oh my god. i love preservation bitches. theyre so cute and genuine and like, happy and loving??? which i knew but seeing it...... they decorated the hub..........

gurathin from the cr basically confirmed

TRULY UPSETTING MUSIC

holy FUCK gurathins dancing

arada and pin lee???? if they had to combine two characters i GUESS this is acceptable

ratthi makes his own jewelry

help meeeeeee

oh. my. god. sanctuary moon

this is so stupid. this is SO STUPID. oh my godddddd

the cuts in and out from sanc moon are so perf

its giving 'no one ever listens to me'

oh my god super hero entrance??

OH GROSS

OH NASTY

THE REALLY BIG GUN IS HERE

just staring at my guts hanging out

holy shit IT COPIED SANCTUARY MOON TO COMFORT ARADA

FOR FUCKS SAKE RATTHI

holy fuck that decision sequence. holy fuck.

THATS MY MB hiding its care for human life behind 'it wouldnt be worth it anyway'

'so...' mb you GOTTA at least TRY to be normal

THESE PPL ARE CLUELESS 'THIS SECUNIT IS DANGEROUS'

without gurathin they wouldnt ever figure it out. pin lee would suspect but no one else knows shit about sec units. the show really makes that clear its so funny

oh my god the vid of it asking arada questions. its painfully awkward. its perfect.

im just. sanctuary moon plzzzzz

they are high key playing up the star trek its so dumb i love it

lmfao the deep hesitation in coming around the corner THE PERFORMANCE RELIABILITY DROPPING AS IT COMES IN

NO SHOOOEESSSSS SADLY HUMAN FEET

that line from ratthi is perfectly done i love it

NO NOT THE CLAPPING. POOR INTROVERT MB. ITS LIKE BEING SUNG HAPPY BDAY IN A RESTAURANT

DICK MEASURING PROCESSING CAPACITY

its such a little shit i love it sm

SHITTY EQUIPMENT 'NOT YOU YOURE GREAT'

oh gurathin is DEFS from the cr

oh my fuck his face. he did it perfectly holy fuck

gurathin is being a bit of a bitch tho. which is in character so good job there.

wait. it doesnt know it did the massacre? hacked its gov mod for no reason? or thats just what its telling itself

"honestly i didnt like to think at all" art's gonna have a field day with you

oh my GOD DID THEY HIDE HIS NIPPLES

NIPPLE-LESS MB AS IT SHOULD BE

NO DICK EITHER OMFG SHE LOOKED. VALID. SEXLESS MB FOR THE WIN

really super bad at appearing fine

interesting. i guess its more mysterious if the viewers dont know if it did the massacre or not (we know the truth)

IT USES SANCTUARY MOON LINES TO COMFORT ITSELF!!! HELP MEEE

— — EP 2 — —

wait i didnt mishear in the last ep they called him gura. they all call him gura

'i trust you. i trust this team' aww

GOOGOO

gurathin cr extra confirmed

GURATHIN JFC ITS A PERSON AND YOURE GONNA MELT IT

horror movie vibes i love it and then its baradwaj sfgjhnasdjklfna

ratthi is so fucking tall

'i guess ill close the fucking door' lmfao

like i get it gurathin its mad sus but like. itll be okay. probably. also it can probably still hear you somehow. suit cams??

honestly is that intro claymation???

STUPID FUCKING HUMANS

lmfaooo i knew it its still watching

giant tooth monster

"what was his fucking problem?" he has so many problems

MB PLZ YOURE REALLY PUTTING THE MURDER IN MURDERBOT RN

gurathin this is just as fucking weird as it seemed in the clip. you dont even know its rogue yet wtf are you doing

it really isnt convincing especially with all these added scenes

i am a necessary precaution moron

OK WEIRDO

"whats it like to be you?" "i dont know what its like to not be me" im emotional oh my godd

gurathin is etiher digging deep or a hell of an actor

CUZ YOURE A DICK?

ick. gurathin the ick im getting it stooppp

hes making himself a target but jfc gurathin can we chill for 5 mintues

oh god no plz dont discuss the poly shit dont make it weird

RATTHI???

pin lee oh dear

gurathin are you trying or. no youre trying. NO YOURE FUCKING MEAN. I KNOW WHAT YOURE DOING BUT YOURE SO MEAN. YOURE TRYING AND YOURE BEING A BITCH

oh for gods sake mensah

GURATHIN THE ICK ITS BACK

GURATHIN STOP

it gets everything from sanctuary moon omg

oh no. pin lee oh no. goddd i hope this is resolved nicely. ratthi can talk his way thru this right oh god

MENSAH FOR REAL

MENSAH

what the genuine fuck

MENSAH

oh this is mega creepy. alien remnants man

THE STARING AT THE WALLLLLLL

poor timing gurathin. god plz dont actually be in love with her ughhhh

deltfalls next babeyyyy lets gooo

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