#I can’t do anything without someone deciding I suck bc of it

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[retroaria]

Hello!! When you have time, could you make some random nsfw headcannon for Reo from blue lock?

Hello! This is actually perfect bc all the NSFW Alphabets were starting to wear me out so I’m happy to just write some random smut no guidelines or anything :)

cw: aged up 18+ MDNI, usual sex stuff, threesomes, fwb, I mention rimming at the end, not proofread.

BLUE LOCK M.LIST

MIKAGE REO: NSFW Headcanons

Reo is just as doting as he is selfish. It’s like a mental battle for him. He wants to please you so bad, make you feel good however he can, get to hear all those pretty helpless noises you make. At the same time, he just wants to cum in/on you so bad. Wants to use you for his pleasure like a little fuck toy. At his core, he’s a gentleman, so he tries his best to hold back. If you happen to get him worked up enough you might find yourself getting fucked into oblivion though so be careful (or don’t ;))

He’s also just as dominant as he is submissive. Finds himself being so needy at times that he’s willing to let you do anything to him just so he can cum for you. Doesn’t fully lean into the sub role but he will let you milk him with nothing but your hands until he’s teary eyed. Then it’s like a switch goes off in his brain and he’s flipping you over and pining you down to the bed, spreading your legs and shoving his face in the space he made. Nibbling the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, asking if he can “return the favor?” But you both know he isn’t going to take no for an answer.

1000% wants to share you with Nagi, I’m sorry I’m not the one who wrote them attached at the hip. He’s found this absolute perfect, beautiful, oh so fuckable creature (you), and he’s NOT supposed to let his best friend have a taste??? The only exception to this arrangement with Nagi is that he can’t fuck you when he isn’t around. So it’s either a threesome or Reo watching his best friend bully his cock into you while he gets off at how good you look getting fucked beneath him.

Reo’s favorite way to make you cum is without a doubt when he’s got your back pressed against his chest, sitting between his legs as his hands work magic. Fingering/stroking you until you’ve become putty in his hands. You’ll sit there for what feels like forever coming undone o er and over again in his arms. He loves it so much, loves the way you look, the way you sound, sucking and nibbling at your neck and collar from behind, and most of all the pride he feels from being the one that gets to make you feel good.

Whether he’s being submissive or dominant, Reo loves praise. It all goes straight to his dick. When you cheer for him, congratulate him, tell him he’s a good boy, or tell him how good he’s making you feel. It makes his head spin and his cock throb.

Reo gets extremely jealous when you interact with other guys that aren’t him or Nagi. If you continue to entertain them after their flirtatious advances, it’s over. This is one of those instances where he doesn’t feel bad about wanting to use you like a soulless toy for his cock only. He NEEDS you to realize that he is the only one for you. NEEDS you to know that you’re his. No matter how much any other guy might make you laugh, smile, or blush, only he can give you orgasm after orgasm without even trying, because he’s not thinking about making you cum at all. All he wants is to bust his load in you, defile you, simply because he can and they can’t. You’re his after all.

Reo was definitely not a virgin when you guys got together. When you first started talking he actually asked you to be friends with benefits before asking you out on a proper date. This guy views fucking as a hobby. He’s always had others lusting after him and was never one to turn someone down without a proper reason. After hooking up for a while he fell for you and decided it was time to get serious. Called off all his other hoes and devoted his dick to you and only you.

Reo is not a good kisser, but he also isn’t necessarily bad at it. Of course, little pecks and short, casual kisses with him are great, no problems there. But making out with him is another story. It’s like he doesn’t even think about how kissing works, he just wants his mouth on yours. It’s all sloppy and needy, sucking on your tongue and swirling his in every inch of your mouth he can reach. He could honestly get off on kissing you because it’s just so dirty and nasty and he wouldn’t have it any other way. You can definitely try to teach him how to make out properly, which he’ll do on occasion, but really he just wants to fuck your mouth with his.

Reo’s favorite thing in the world is taking you to luxurious places and fucking you with a view. The Bahamas on the beach, Paris on a balcony looking over the city, Italy in between vines and bushes of a beautiful garden.

YALL MIGHT THINK IM CRAZY FOR THIS ONE!!! but Reo is into rimming. Sorry not sorry. He’s not the guy that’ll shy away from any means of pleasure just because it feels less manly. (I’m about to go in a little detail beware if this isn’t your thing)

Simultaneously stroking his cock, playing with his balls, and your tongue prodding at his tight hole. He goes nuts. It’s like the peak of pleasure for him and he can’t get enough. Would let you finger him a little, but no more than two fingers at a time. Loves the feeling of the stretch and how he feverishly clenches around your digits. Ok I’ll digress now.

[renaissanceramblings]

All I ask is anything with M!Kylar- anything at all. I'm totally not obsessed with him or anything that would be crazy ahahaha totally don't want to hold him in a storage closet and milk him dry as I kiss his tears away

yas queen slay

I made this more of a reverse comfort + sex thing bc I need it soz

M!Kylar x AFAB!Reader

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Taking Kylar to the mall was the stupidest fucking thing you’ve ever done.

Godfuck, you knew he wasn’t popular, and you especially knew that your classmates weren’t kind, but you were never expecting to be in a situation like this.

Walking home quietly with his hand in yours, pretending not to notice his poorly concealed sobs and teary face.

The cruelty of the town you live in is always there, but sometimes it’s a bit easier to forget and pretend things are okay. Sometimes it’s a little easier to think that things can be good and kind.

But then you see people talking about Kylar, and prodding and poking at his every insecurity, every failure, every unsavory moment he’s ever had until he’s breaking down in public and people are looking at him as if he’s the weird one for it.

So here you are, at the door of his house pulling fucking garlic necklaces out of your bag so you aren’t torn apart by your lover’s parents while said lover is still choking on his tears.

It isn’t until you get to his room and you’re both sitting in his bed, still in silence (silence in the asylum, no one but yourself. too quiet so quiet make it stop make it stop make it stop-) that you decide to look at him.

His mouth is trembling, forced into a line to presumably hold back his cries. His face is stained with tear tracks, and his brows are furrowed, eyes red and watery and still spilling tears.

It breaks your heart.

Your hands cup his face, thumbs pressing into the skin of his cheekbones and rubbing soft, soothing circles into his skin. You look at him with a pitying, gentle glance.

“Oh, baby.”

And Kylar breaks.

Because everyone in this godforsaken place is vile, and you are his only salvation. Because everyone here is hard, and cracked around the edges, and you are gentle and soft. Because here, where he is safe, the rest of the town is outside, and you are here, with him.

He’s leaning into you, hanging onto you like a lifeline, and it’s all you can do to keep yourself from crying, too. (How long has it been since someone has held you without intent to hurt? How long since someone besides Kylar had held you so gently? Lovingly? Adoringly?)

You don’t realize you’re crying too until Kylar looks at your face and starts crying harder, at which point you’re both messes.

You hold each other with the kind of tenderness that only two broken people an possess, and you’re not sure whether to be grateful for this connection or mourn what had to be done to he two of you to achieve it.

“I love you.” You’re not sure who said it.

“Love you, love you, love you, love youloveyou-“

Your lips smash into his and there is no more words, only the desperate whines and pants of your lover and yourself.

Your legs come up on either side of him, straddling him and grinding down. His hips buck against yours wildly and his hands bruise you in his tight hold, but you can’t bring yourself to mind. (You are each other’s beginning, and you will make sure he is your end.)

Kylar lets out a moan against your lips—you swallow it greedily. Your hands tear at each other’s clothes and caress the skin underneath.

He removes himself from against your lips to mouth at your tits, your hands finding a home in his hair as your cunt drools against his thick cock pressed up against you.

“Kyla-ahn!”

He flips you over; desperate, frenzied, frantic, licking and biting like a man starved. He sucks bruises onto your skin with a passion, thinking of you all pretty on his cock, marked up as his, his, his. You’re moaning and writhing against him and Kylar thinks that the events of today may have been worth it, if he gets to see you underneath him like this.

Pressed flush against your skin, he thinks he’s going insane. (He thinks he already is.) “Let me fuck you, please let me fuck you, please please please-“

With lidded eyes, you look up at him.

“Fuck me, Kylar.”

And that’s all he needs.

One second you’re making eye contact and the next your head is thrown back as your cunt clenches around him.

God, he’s so big. No matter how many times you fuck, he always manages to force the breath from your lungs with the stretch that follows.

You feel like you’re breaking apart, he’s tearing you into two. And still, you want more, more, more. (More of his love, more of his devotion, more of his absolute worship of all things you. He’s going to ruin you for anyone who isn’t him again and you can’t fucking wait.)

His head is forced in the space between your neck and shoulders, drooling and babbling about how you’re his, and no one else’s. About how if someone tries to get in the way he’ll fucking end them and their entire bloodline, because he loves you. All the while he is rutting into you like an animal, grinding against your cunt as you swallow him whole.

He is frantic. You are desperate. Only one thought pervades your minds. You were made for each other. (A match made in hell. Pray that no soul is unfortunate enough to attempt to come between you.)

You are sent over the edge, spasming and shaking, moaning like a whore. Kylar soon follows.

You are filled up, hot and thick cum painting your walls white as his cock twitches and jumps within you. You hope he’ll never leave you.

Heavy breaths fill the room. He lifts his head up and leans it against yours. The two of you are sweaty and exhausted.

You look at each other, and a single word reverberates throughout the room.

“Mine.”

(You’re not sure who said it.)

[earthtooz]

𝟐:𝟎𝟑 𝐀𝐌

fluff, hints at a fight that happened so minimal hurt/comfort, sooo much swearing, ooc rin bc he's so hard to write wtf he has a personality of an apple but i love him <3

it’s 2 am.

it’s 2 am and someone is knocking on your door like a madman.

you were simply trying to catch some shut eye, exhausted from a day of grieving and almost breaking down into tears on several occasions. the accumulation of a shitty day, a stressful deadline, and the massive fight you had with your boyfriend, itoshi rin, two days ago, really committed to keeping your day melancholic at best. sleep was everything you needed right now, both for its regenerative and escapist purposes.

yet again, you really cannot catch a break from the spite of the universe because it is out of rage that you find yourself walking towards your front door; an anger that dissipates when you see who it is on the other side.

1/3 of the reason why your day sucked. your painfully beautiful boyfriend.

the argument you had with rin was left open-ended on whether the relationship should continue or not. to you, it seemed as though both parties were at different opinions, with you wanting to maintain what you had. after two days of not responding to your texts, you suppose that that had been a short way of answering the ambiguity.

willingly, although reluctantly, you open the door, preparing to end something that you were not ready to let go.

he’s sweaty and he’s panting. did he run up the stairs or something, why is he so puffed? how is he so pretty despite that?

“hey,” you begin, feeling small in his presence. rin bores through you with his teal eyes, not saying anything. you cringe at the silence.

“i appreciate the effort but y’know, if you wanted to make our breakup official couldn’t you have done it at a reasonable hour, rin?”

his eyes narrow at that statement, betraying his usually stoic expression with furrowed brows and an agape mouth. confused. he’s confused, but you don’t see any of it because you find the floor more interesting than your boyfriend (?).

with a deep inhale, you just decide to go for it. if he’s not going to declare it, then you will. “look, rin, maybe you’re right, if this relationship is holding you back then maybe it is best we-“

“-the olive theory.”

“excuse me?”

the first words this man utters to you after two days… is the olive theory?

the dark-haired continues. “the olive theory, we’re- we’re supposed to be compatible.”

you are way over your head right now. did you even wake up? is this a dream? why is your, usually all-straight-talk, boyfriend talking to you about the olive theory at 2am, stammering whilst doing so? what kind of hallucination is this?

“rin, what?”

“i like olives, you hate them, we’re meant to work, and i don’t think i can continue on like this.”

you blink once, twice, three times before pointing at him. “you’re telling me that we’re compatible, yet in the same sentence, telling me that we should break up?”

"i didn’t want to break up?”

“but you just said you can’t continue on like this, what else do you mean?” your voice is at a hushed whisper at best, and although you wanted to raise it louder, you fear that your neighbours would not be happy.

“i meant that i can’t continue on without you!”

silence.

“i’ve become so co-dependent on you that i fucking hate it. i can’t fucking function without you, even that fuckhead isagi knows that i’m off and it’s all because of you. it’s only been two fucking days and i’m not landing 60% of my goals, i’m not receiving 20% of my passes correctly, and i keep tripping over myself, you’re ruining me, y/n.”

the flurry of emotions within you triples, and you’re so flabbergasted that no words can escape your mouth. truthfully, you can't think straight, but if you could, the words would fizzle out in your throat before they even saw the light of day.

“if i have to suffer any more of this stupid silence between us then i might kill a bitch. that bitch being the antennae freak.”

even more silence, and rin is practically begging you with his gaze to say something. funnily enough, the next thing you murmur is out of reflex: “don’t say that about shidou.”

he groans. “if i didn’t love you, i would choke you right now.” wow, itoshi rin has a way with words.

the threat causes you to crack a smile. “well, good thing you love me,” you mutter whilst grabbing him by the wrists to pull him inside your apartment. “and it’s a good thing i love you too.”

“well no shit, we’ve been in a relationship for-“

“-shut up and kiss me, you smooth talker.”

the soccer player smirks in amusement before leaning forward, closing the physical and metaphorical space between you, soothing the heartache with gentle touches and a fervent need to love one another.

༊* BONUS:

“why are you here at 2 am? i thought you, of all people, would be fast asleep.”

“tried to, can’t sleep without you- you’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?”

you smile fondly as he hooks an arm around you waist, collapsing into you as a way of saying that he doesn’t mean his rough words. “so i’m just another bedwarmer?” you ask teasingly.

he grumbles a ‘tch’, digging his nose into your nape. “you’re an idiot.”

“thank you, love. speaking of bedwarming, can we go to sleep?” perfectly paired with a yawn, rin looks at you with slight guilt in his eyes before dragging you down the memorised path to your bedroom.

once there, he wastes little time in dragging you into the sanctuary of your bed, and you let out a sigh of content when rin turns off the lights and pulls the covers up. instinctively, your hands retreat to his hair, carding through them.

he’s holding you close, hands resting protectively around your waist.

“we have a lot to talk about in the morning, but did you not get any of my texts?”

“you texted?”

“…yeah?”

“oh yeah, i remember now that i blocked you after our fight.”

you mercilessly smother him with your pillow.

[blub-blub-bish]

Zombie Kenny, but every time he dies, he comes back and slowly becoming a zombie again

A very much self indulgent, Kenny centered, zombie au idea. Aka, a long ass idea that over uses the word “which “ and “HOWEVER “

Long ass idea below cut vvv

Basically, Kenny, who can’t stay dead, got bit in the zombie apocalypse. the first time he got bit, he became a normal zombie, like usual. After around a week, he lost consciousness and ended up in the afterlife.in hell he watched his body, still roaming around on earth, and thought “ oh, this must be it. I’m dead. For good.” Not really sure if he should feel sad or happy, but he’s dead for good. Right?

WRONG.

When his body, that for some reason decompose faster than others, decomposed enough and dies, he came back a normal human. HOWEVER, his body is slowly decomposing again, which has pros and cons.

The pros:

•He’s practically immune, considering he’s like…partially a zombie already

•The zombies think he’s one of them, so now, He can walk through a zombie horde or just wander around without getting chased and shit.

•He doesn’t need much sleep. He only needed around 2 hours of sleep to last 2 days, making him a great night guard.

•Cthulhu took pity on him and decided he would respawn around his allies every time he dies.

•He’s very light, people could pick him up like those school skeleton models and just carry him around.

The cons:

•His body is literally deteriorating, which hurts like a bitch. He feels constantly like he’s slowly dying (which he is)

•Because his body deteriorates over time, at some point, his body is wayyy too weak to function. So he had to either, kill himself, or wait until the virus kill him. Which can take months.

•He usually already have to kill himself every 2 weeks. If he does it over 2 weeks, he would literally lose control over his own body.

•When he lost control over his body (over 2 weeks), he is still conscious. But like watching a movie, he can’t do anything. Just watch. That’s why when he starts to feel like he’s loosing control over his own body, he kills himself.

•After finding allies, he would ask someone he trusted to make sure to kill him if he went over the 2 weeks mark. His allies usually remind him when this happens.

•After a week , he can’t cook for others. 1, because his tongue is usually dead, so he doesn’t taste shit, and 2, because his skin starts to peel, which might fell into the food. Which sucks because my headcanon is that his love language is cooking for others.

•Speaking of food, my guy could only eats meat and chocolate.

• If he doesn’t eat for over a day, he would literally go crazy and bite any meat (human, animal, don’t matter) which would turn the thing that he bites into zombies.(if he doesn’t eat the whole thing)

• The meat and muscles in his body rots, so he smells like shit all the time :v. Mf have to practically bathe in perfume so he doesn’t smell like a corpse.

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Why does his body still deteriorates you may ask?

Because Im the writer and I say so./j

The somewhat more logical explanation of that is because he was still conscious for a while after he got bit, aka his body is still somewhat alive. If only the zombies ate him, he would have been able to comeback normal. But they didn’t. So now he had to live with his curse. Womp womp

“Oh, but his curse make people forget he died.” Yes. People still forget that he died. HOWEVER, they still remember that he got bit. They still remember him saying he can’t permanently die and genuinely believe him when he started to look like an actual zombie. Like, his skin starts peeling, his meat and muscles starts rotting (which he usually rips out with a knife bc it smells like shit. Ripping it out also slowed the deterioration process), and bone LITERALLY showing on his arms and legs, yet he still have control over his body.

When he kill himself, he usually comes back after 2-3 days, but if the virus kills him, aka the virus taking over, giving him around 3 very, VERY, painful months, he would come back around a month or 2 . Basically recovering mentally and physically in the afterlife.

Basically, his life sucked for the rest of his existence. Even satan and Damian took pity on him, but they can’t really do anything considering his curse is in Cthulhu’s hands.

[mattsdae]

help wanted

tags: joe young x masc reader , curruption , phone sex , mutual masturbation ig , reader is a perv , probably ooc , but also probably not bc i studied up on everyone elses fics , humiliation , lots of degradation BUT it’s just guys being guys lol , some praise , brief mention of pillow humping , homophobic language , so many ellipsis i think my period button is broken , he also stutters a lot which is usually cringe when overdone but he’s also a pathetic mess who can’t finish his sentences

synopsis: joe often finds himself confused on set and asks you for help. in a time of need, you’re the only person he can think of to call.

word count: ~2k

a/n: part 2 and 3 are out now! check it out pt. 2 here! pt. 3 here!

just a quick warning: i am very underqualified for this fic (considering i never watched orgazmo) BUT i do have an intense corruption kink that makes me want to ruin joe young. also, reader has a dick. there isn’t nearly enough gay shit in this fandom, so i’m taking it upon myself. it’s also can’t imagine any trey parker character being straight.

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“you got morning wood and thought to call me?” it was 6 in the morning, a time you haven’t woken up at since elementary school. you didn’t answer at first, but decided to after he left a voicemail consisting of ‘i need your help’ and ‘call back please’. now, you were pissed off because instead of being injured or in need of actually important advice, he needed someone to ask about boners.

“i don’t know what to do..” joe mumbled, his voice dripping with shame. you shrugged, leaning up in your bed as he waited for an answer.

“just jack off or something; you’ll be fine.” you weren’t sure why he called you of all people. you weren’t exactly close with him. he would come up to you and ask questions about the script, usually too nervous to ask female co-stars, but the conversation never lasted more than a few seconds. they always went the same.

what does head mean?

a blowjob.

what’s that?

when a girl sucks your dick.

oh lord-

followed by him walking away briskly. once he asked what squirting was, but you never answered because you were too busy laughing. he always had this shaky, scared tone when he asked, which only made his cluelessness funnier. for a while, you thought it was a bit. from his incompetence during sex to his talks about ‘our lord and savior’, it was all too perfect.

“is that..” he trailed off. that was one of the first terms he asked you, which started your facination. it’s not like you were into him, you weren’t a fag, but it was a little cute. the questions annoyed the hell out of you, but you loved the look on his face when he would connect the dots and realize what he accidentally said. the innocent, almost shameful look on his face quickly melting to shock and pure embarassment hearing such dirty words leave your mouth (and so casually).

“guess.” after he asked enough questions to annoy you, you started asking him to guess what it meant, which completely changed the game. it was amazing. he’d blush, stuttering over his words as he tried to explain what he thought it might mean without saying anything too sinful. it wasn’t annoying to you anymore. you almost looked forward to when he’d ask his stupid little questions.

“oh, um.. is it when you.. touch yourself?” he whispered the last part.

“precisely,” you chuckle over the line. he cleared his throat, some static covering it as he adjusted himself as well. you leaned back fully, head resting on your pillow as you waited for him to end the call and run off.

“h-how..?” he stuttered. for a moment, you felt a little confused. you never met someone who didn’t jack off every so often. after the initial confusion wore off, you started to wish you could see him.

“you’ve never masturbated?” a grin spread on your face as he let out a shaky breath. he didn’t respond, most likely shaking his head in refusal. “what? you want me to talk you through it?”

it wasn’t a serious offer, just a little more teasing, but you heard something over the phone that resembled a moan. he was ashamed, sure, but he couldn’t deny himself forever. that was only confirmed as you heard a ‘mhm’ sound, barely loud enough to hear.

“what was that?” it was a little mean, making him repeat himself even though he was so clearly humiliated by this whole interaction, but you couldn’t help yourself. “gotta say it a little louder, i can’t hear you.”

“please.” maybe you were a fag because the pathetic whimper he let out turned you on. a lot. he still said it just above a whisper, but it worked.

“you really want this? i’m sure you could figure it out, you’re a big boy.” another jab at him, which only made him huff. you desperately wanted to see him, but it would probably kill you. the idea of his red cheeks, trembling fingers, not to mention his hard cock.

“i need..” a desperate whine and some more shuffling sounded off, which only made you more excited. “please?”

“tell me what you’re doing. i hear a lot of movement over there.” your hand made their way to your crotch, rubbing over your sweatpants without second thought. “you humping your pillow or something?”

another whimper. you chuckled, crackling over the line.

“you would be the type. think about what those girls do during our shoots. the way they touch you..” he huffed again, more shuffling. “go ahead and get comfortable.”

“o-okay.” the phone made a knocking noise as he put it down, making quick work of removing his pants. “what next?”

“good job,” you laughed. “how about this. i’ll tell you what i’m doing and you mimick me.”

“like simon says?”

“exactly.” you sighed, gripping yourself a little harder. “go ahead and feel yourself. don’t go under your boxers, just touch yourself over it.”

“okay,” he mumbled. you bit your lip as a moan played over the phone.

“move your hand up and down, squeeze a little bit too. do it nice and slow for me, alright?” his moans became muffled, his hand physically holding them back. even with the barrier, you could clearly hear his whimpers as he touched himself through the material. “you sure you’ve never done this before? it sounds like you know yourself really well.”

“n-no, never.” the words barely made past his lips as he let out another moan.

“tell me how it feels. make sure it’s detailed,” you asked. another small whimper.

“c-can’t..”

“come on, you can do it,” a grin on your face spread as you said it. you couldn’t get enough of him. “just tell me if it feels good.”

“it feels really good.” he sighed, making you grip yourself harder. each noise he made went straight to your groin. “i-i feel like this is a sin…”

you nearly moaned out loud at the statement. his voice was still shaky and nervous, but you didn’t think he’d ever be able to be normal during sex. he’d always be a trembling, embarassed mess in front of whoever decided to sleep with him.

“it’s not a sin, man. i’m just helping you out, ya know?” you’re voice was breathy, rubbing your thumb over your clothed tip. another whimper from over the phone.

“are you sure?”

“i’ve never been more sure of anything.” maybe it was wrong to lie, especially since he was clearly devoted to his religion, but once again, you couldn’t help yourself. his little huffs and whines did more for you than any girl ever has. “you like it, right? how could it be a sin if you enjoy it so much?”

“o-oh, okay,” he responded. you bit your lip, stifling a whimper as you let yourself go. his blindly trusting behavior nearly sent you over the edge.

“go ahead and take your boxers off for me,” you pulled your cock out at the same time he did, hearing a small gasp on the other side of the phone. you chuckled. “you gotta wait until i tell you, baby.”

“sorry.” the pet name seemingly went over his head as he apologized, whimpering from the loss of contact. you chuckle.

“good boy,” you drawled. “should i make you wait a little longer for not listening?”

“no, no, no! please,” he begged. you let out a deep laugh, one that came from your chest. it was almost endearing how horny he was. you knew he never had sex and now you knew he also never touched himself, so finally having a hand around his dick must feel amazing. you still enjoyed teasing him for it.

“fuck, you really want this, huh?” he hummed in agreement. “go ahead, man. you earned it.”

you take hold of your cock as he does. he let’s out a string of moans and sobs as he thrusts into his own hand. you touched yourself with long, languid tugs. you almost basked in noises coming from his mouth. filthy cries escaping as he committed sin after sin, squirming in the pleasure. it was a pathetic display that you couldn’t get enough of. his noises got louder and shorter, a staccato to each whimper exposing how close he was.

“slow down a little, i wanna cum at the same time. you think you can hold off for a little longer, baby?” he was so far gone, he couldn’t even comprehend your digs. any other time, he’d be beet red and trying to escape, but now he soaked in every little comment. he nods nonetheless, whining as he slowed nearly to a stop.

“where are you going?” he asked. his voice dripped with pure sex, but his question was so innocent. at first, you didn’t get it. just before you asked what he meant, it clicked. he didn’t know what cum meant. he thought you meant you were going somewhere. you laughed, covering your mouth to muffle it, but he could still hear it. “why are you laughing?”

“that’s that what i meant, sweetheart!” an exaggerated sweet comment that only made him more confused. you wished you could see his sweet little face, trying to read what you meant by your words but failing miserably. “do you remember what orgasm means?”

the strangled whimper confirmed everything you needed to know. first of all, he did understand what orgasm meant, but he also made it known that he liked you talking this way, just as much as you did. a subtle ‘yes’ came in, quiet enough that you almost had to genuinely ask him to speak up.

“i’m guessing you don’t know what it feels like though, right?” you smirked, knowing the answer was no.

“well..” you stopping moving your hand, pausing in confusion. “i had a dream once..”

“you had a wet dream?!” you grinned. he hummed, agreeing but still shy about saying it. “you’re fucking amazing, dude. wow!”

“i dunno what that means.” he must’ve stopped touching himself as well, considering how even his tone was now (at least as even as he could possibly get it).

“so you came in your pants? from a dream?” he didn’t reply, which only confirmed your suspicion. “what was it about?”

“w-what?” you grabbed yourself again.

“tell me about your dream. you remember it right?” you slid your thumb over your tip, collecting some of your precum for lube. after a while without a response, only whimpers playing over the line. “come on, at least tell me who it was about.”

“umm..” he still didn’t give a proper answer.

“was it a girl you filmed with?”

“no.”

“your ex?”

“n-no..”

“dave?!”

“no no!” you thought for a while, trying to figure out who else it could have been.

“don’t tell me it was maxxx-“

“it was you!” he blurts it out. the line crackled as the words lingered in the air. you were shellshocked by the confession. “i-i thought about you showing me what all those weird words meant. like, doing it to me..”

your jaw dropped, staring at the ceiling as you listened to his little fantasy, a fantasy you also dreamed about every so often. the silence was long enough for him to say your name, trying to catch your attention.

“what was i doing?” you finally asked. he whimpered.

“don’t make me say it…”

“i’m just curious! do you think you can touch yourself while telling me?” it was perverted and down right gross what you were making him do, but you couldn’t stop yourself. with quick tugs, you listen to his story. he moaned as he grabbed himself again.

“ah.. i went up to you and- and asked what something meant.. i-it was all gibberish and-“ you accidentally cut him off with a moan, now thrusting into your hand. “you.. you showed me. you touched me and kissed me. it felt really good..”

“you’re so dirty, joe.” you pant. he whimpers and starts going faster, just like you are, which only made his story more interesting to listen to. “keep going, i’m close.”

“you got on your knees-“ a pulse of heat ran down your body, another moan coming from your chest. “and you.. kissed it..”

“you dreamt about me giving you head?” you laughed, an airy laugh that were laced with moans. he whimpers again.

“you- you made me beg..” the noises that came from you were pornographic. your cock coating in precum as he told you about his perverted little dream.

“tell me how you begged.” you huffed. he sobs, obviously close to orgasm himself. nonetheless, he obliges.

“i said.. i said please a lot. you were rubbing my thigh and i thought i was gonna cry.”

just like that, you came. a girly moan escaped your lips as ropes of cum covered your chest and stomach. your hips jumped, thrusting into your fist and fucking your own hand. by the time you calmed down, he also came, letting out slobbery ‘thank you’s as he came on himself as well.

“good boy, such a good boy. you feel better now?”

“yes! yes!” he sobbed, still getting over his orgasm. he panted, pathetic little cries threatening to make you hard again. you smiled.

“you did so good for me, huh? my filthy boy..” you trailed off as his noises subsided. it was quiet for a while, the only sound coming from his side of the call being little gasps and pants.

“was that.. gay?” joe whispered. it was. it was really fucking gay. it was probably the most gay thing you’ve ever done, but you decided to spare his feelings.

“nah, man. just friends helping out friends.”

[splatcat64]

i had a really long convo with my friends about this but it really seriously feels like ppl get rhys and fionas characterization switched up HARD. this is bc of the u choose the path thing but also a heavy hand in the misogyny and racism (and general way ppl tend to approach pandorans due to being effected by how jack talked about them . LOL) fiona is such a sweetheart whos working her hardest to protect the people she loves + imo shes the one who helped vaughn grow into someone who adores pandora as well. it makes me blow up. i have a few songs that have been making me go nuts about her . hai i got excited sorry

NOOO DON’T APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING EXCITED I totally get it my god,,, this blog is becoming so tales centric I’m sorry not sorry here we go. If you haven’t seen tales and want to be mindful of light spoilers. ⚠️

This has been talked about on my side a bit but I tooootally agree, Both of their characterization gets switched up BAD and it’s absolutely insane, both Fiona and Rhys are good people, but flawed. Flawed, but good people, and it gets constantly jumbled around in the fandom. I feel like a lot of people have a really hard time grasping that “choose ur own adventure” protags still have a core personality set, especially telltale. I always use Lee TWGD as an example, because sure you can portray him as either very very confrontational, or more soft spoken and sweet, but in the end of th edgy he still killed someone. In the end of the day he still ALWAYS cares about Clem. It’s not any different for those two idiots, they still have their respective arcs and the such.

I feel like Fiona gets a lot of shit specifically BECAUSE she’s snarky and she. speaks her mind. And god forbid a POC/Black coded woman do ANYTHING. Jack really messed up ppls views on Pandorans but the look into Sasha and Fi’s life is literally just more, HEY, they’re people!! Maybe don’t listen to the GENOCIDAAAAL [big arrows pointing to the word] MANIAC. It’s thrown right at your face. People take wtv the fuck Jack says way to seriously when he lies. So much. All the time. And I don’t get why no one takes it with a pile of salt constantly. When really she does just have a heart of gold, most of her being mean is literally just playful banter like hello. Sasha’s meaner than her by a mile but Fi still gets slaaandered for it. And even tho Sasha does have her really mean moments I will defend her to the grave with strangers bcus “hating her” without a valid reason gets veeerry racy really quick and as a black person it really does rub me the wrong way sometimes. So much mischaracterization everywhere. It’s a weird mix of a patriarchal, misogynistic, racist deal with EVERY character in The Group and I’m just… how do you manage to mischaracterize everybody from a game that’s all story.

And the point I made in a post somewhere about how Rhys is written differently than a LOT of men in borderlands and ppl have ran with it and decided hey this guy actually sucks. Or hey haha this guy can’t do anything. He’s completely out of his element on Pandora, of course he’s stumbling somewhat but bro is brave as hell for that shit. He’s a completely capable dude, yes he cares about Fiona and Sasha and Vaughn. Yes they care about him. I feel like people also get it twisted because of Fiona and Rhys in the intros, but people gotta remember that they’re acting like that because the game was episodic and we weren’t rlly allowed to know that they’re super buddy buddy. That’s one gripe I have w the game is that they made Fiona seem like she HATED his ass in some of the future settings in the beginning of episodes and people took it way too literally. Please I beg they’re besties,,, you’ve never boxed with a bestie before??? Either way it’s obvious that it’s blown out of proportion especially after Rhys’ whole arc concludes. You’re supposed to be like oooh he’s like that cause we couldn’t know. You look at Fi and you’re supposed to like daaamn she really cares about him/them they were all just split apart after extremely traumatic events. [I’m gonna stop here with this point cause it’s starting to be a run on but people do not talk enough about how traumatic both Helios’ crash, the wreck, and Gortys’ first fight was for all of them.]

I’ve talked extensively with a friend about this too but Tales had a looot of budget issues during its making cause of Telltale nuking itself, and the game was meant to have more time. ALL of them were!!! I always think about maybe if they all got more time they’d be treated this way less. But yknow,, whatever I guess.

AND THE VAUGHN THING UR SO CORRECT GOD. I think she really help him crawl out of his shell for a lack of a better term, both the sisters tbh I feel like they’re a very rare and cute friendship pairing and I need to see more of Sasha daring him to do shit like in the Chimera dome. They all care sooo deeply for each other and people even manage to miss that like god. One of Rhys’ core traits if you don’t make him abysmally evil is loyalty. LOYALTY. Fiona hasn’t had many, hell if any friends since tales started, She is SUCH a caring person of course she’s gonna ride or die for her friends. Like that one scene on Helios where Rhys can ask her not to leave, And she’s like “If I wanted to leave, I would’ve done it a looong time ago.” There’s so many points in the game I could,d bring up that show how great all of them are, Fiona, after knowing him for not too long at all, tries to convince Vaughn to be brave, and that he can survive Bossanova’s race. Yes, she had to do that so they wouldn’t die, but she went out of her way to say it in a way that was reassuring enough. That’s sweet. If she didn’t care about them she wouldn’t have played cards on the roof with Rhys, or play bunkers and badasses with the boys, or I don’t know, let them LIVE IN WHAT IS ESSENTIALLY HER HOUSE FOR A YEAR. /ref ep.3 of tales. I’m being dramatic, of course there are factors that didn’t let her kick them out. But, my point stands.

That wasn’t meaaan that was playful reassurance, she’s telling him she’s THERE FOR HIM. They all care sooosososo much. If none of the, cared about each other, any “betrayal” wouldn’t mean that much. People get hurt like that because of their bonds and yes, YES I’m being opinionated but they’re like the found family ever, god. Fiona is fucking amazing and she wouldn’t put up with anyone if she didn’t either have to, or care, and after a certain point it’s very obvious that it’s not the first one.

TLDR; Tales is great, stan Fiona, stan Rhys, Stan Sasha and Vaughn,,, my glorious queens and kings. Forgive any typos or grammar I wrote this on a passionate whim,

[sk8termikey]

Chapter 9 of 21 Questions

better interface on wattpad

Lily loml🌻

Bro

The triplets 1st podcast is today

I’m so excited

It seemed awesome already from the trailer last week

I knooow

Kinda mad if it's every monday bc it’s my closing day

Sucks to be you

I love my day off even more now💃🏻💃🏻

Jk i’ll wait for you to watch it tonight like you do for the other vids

Thanks bestie😞

<33

Also the fact they’re gonna have guests is really cool

I really can’t wait to watch the first one

I know they probs have a few episodes recorded

But i hope it won’t be too much work for them now

Ye

3 vids a week

Esp nick who has to edit

Nick our king >>

Fact

Btw i might be home a bit earlier bc the café is kinda dead rn

Just the old couple that comes weekly and they’re almost done

So you won't wait much for me to watch the podcast

Yayy

The one together for 50 years?

I love those old ladies, they’re so cute

Fr and they always leave a huge tip

We don’t deserve them😞

Anyways see you in an hour or so ig

See you soon🫶🏻

When Alex put her phone back in her pocket, the “old ladies” as described by Lily were getting ready to leave. When they reached the counter, they both gave the blonde a sweet smile as one of them pulled out a bill from her wallet.

“The chocolate cake was delicious as always, but did you guys change anything?” One of the ladies asked.

“Yeah Lily did!” Alex knew that her friend would be excited to know that someone had noticed. “She tried adding some chocolate shavings before putting the cake in the oven.”

“Now I’m going to have a hard time deciding which one I like most, but it was as good as the usual recipe. You'll tell her that it reminds me of how my mum would make it”.

Alex couldn’t help the smile growing on her face. The couple had never once been rude to her and her other coworkers when they would come. Lily was always glad when they would compliment her food and it helped improve her self-confidence as chocolate desserts were basically the only thing Lily had mastered. Alex was really happy that she would be able to pass on the message to her friend.

Alex was finally able to close the café after the happy couple left and because the day had been a slow one, she had had time to clean little by little so that she didn’t have much left to do now.

~~~

When Alex arrived home, Lily was waiting for her on the couch. The TV was already set up on the Cut the Camera YouTube channel and some snacks were waiting for the two girls on the table. Alex told Lily to start the podcast as she would just be grabbing a can of Dr. Pepper in the fridge. As Lily did so and clicked on the video, the first out of many “Good morning Campers” from Nick Sturniolo could be heard in the house.

The podcast first started with Nick, Matt and Chris talking about looking alike, which is something that never bothered them much as they know that their viewers are easily able to differentiate them – even Lily could do it without problem by now.

As they then mentioned the fact that some pairs of best friends sometimes looked more alike than them, Lily and Alex exchanged a quick glance before laughing. Even though they had been friends since middle school, they had barely anything in common regarding their physical appearance.

The podcast kept dwelling on growing up as triplets, regarding the impact it could have on their friends but also the annoying comments they would always get from people. However, as they were mostly talking about the negative outcomes, they decided to start listing the positive aspects of growing up with two other people. Nick, Matt and Chris all agreed that being a triplet was the same as having built-in friends who were here for you at all times.

A couple of minutes later, Chris highlighted the support he always felt from his brothers and that the three of them being on the same page is something they all feel lucky about.

Then, as the topic of constant comparison was being tackled, Lily and Alex were quietly listening. The two girls felt very close to the triplets in the way that they were learning about their struggles. Them being so open about it was an opportunity to understand how the Life as Triplets was. What hit the hardest was the moment when Matt summarised the small conversation by explaining that no matter if it's about similarities or differences, people still find a way to compare them.

The podcast eventually finished on a more light-hearted tone as Nick, Matt and Chris were laughing about their high school experience when someone would meet one of them without knowing that they were a triplet. This would lead to them pretending to be one another just for a two seconds conversation in the hallways – and then at the end of the day, debriefing who came up to talk to each of them.

“I just loved it so much, oh my god!” Alex exclaimed as the video ended.

“Me too, like– I absolutely adore the Wednesday and Friday videos but this type of content is so refreshing I don't know”, Lily agreed with her friend. “I feel closer to them, make it make sense I guess”.

“I get you don’t worry, I know we’re gonna have another perspective of their lives and they’re gonna enjoy giving it to us as much as we’re gonna enjoy learning about it.”

“Exactly like…” Lily thought for a few seconds, “an inside point of view of not only the Sturniolo Triplets but simply Nick, Matt and Chris as people, just individuals. This is what they're trying to make people realise, they're not only triplets – even though that's a bit of their brand I guess – but they are also their own person.”

The two girls were just really excited to see more of this new project from the triplets, although Alex had to share some semi bad news:

“However, I have no idea if I’ll have the motivation to watch an hour of podcast every Monday when I come home from work”.

“Oh yeah, I understand”. Lily put a comforting hand on Alex’s shoulder while trying to find a solution. “Just pick a day and we’ll catch up at that time!”

“I mean, I might not even watch it weekly if I’m honest so– I won’t mind and it might actually be best that you watch them whenever you want like when they come out if that’s what you prefer and I’ll postpone my ‘watch podcast sessions’ until I have enough attention span to listen to them for a whole hour”, Alex explained.

“If that’s okay with you yeah I’m fine with that”, Lily let out a smile. “We’ll still have to discuss it obviously”.

“Of course”, Alex immediately agreed. “Lots of new info we’ll have to talk about!”

What they didn’t know yet is that watching the next podcasts on their own would finally enable Lily to choose her favourite triplet as she would realise that one of them might be a bit too relatable for her taste, and maybe a tiny bit too attractive on camera.

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

[boypussydilf]

various rambling and working out a vague picture of the timeline bc sabertoothwalrus has me thinking about The Fucking Thing With The Empress again

in the past i’ve assumed vampires didn’t really start coming out (of hiding i guess?? where were they?? what were they doing in all those centuries before the war when people did not believe magic was real so it’s not like they were aware vampires existed and were still around but . maybe they hibernated who knows whatever it doesn’t matter it’s just funny)

ANYWAY i kind of had assumed vampires didn’t really Come Back Out Into The World until marcy’s teen years/10-ish years after the mushroom bomb but vampworld VK finding marceline when she was like 6-7 indicates they were Out And Walkin’ Around pretty much right after the apocalypse hit

i guess as far as i remember there’s never any indication whether or not simon & marcy ran into any Vampire Problems while they were still together. i’ve assumed not but there’s no actual evidence for that. we basically know like 2 things that happened to them we don’t have a lot to go off of for what they Did or Did Not run into together

but for now i’m assuming not. it seems like vampires prefer to be Where Groups Of Humans Are, for obvious reasons, and it seems like simon & marceline never ran into any humans together (or at least not any friendly ones.) simon’s notes from i remember you indicate he thought they might have been the only people still alive & let’s be real if they ever found other people who were Not Hostile and had resources to survive simon would’ve immediately gone Oh boy!!! Someone who can take care of marcy and not fuck up!!!! and made her go with them while he fucked off into the woods to be sad and alone or whatever the hell he did after leaving her aside from getting hypnotized by a vampire.

i just got distracted bc its so funny Why did the empress choose this guy ??????????? like . insert “a thousand years later and you still can’t get anything right” girl if he’s always sucked at this why is he your Emotional Support Thrall. how did he not get killed

anyway i don’t think we have any indication whether he ever ran into any vampires while he was still with marceline but one way or another he sure does remember when there were vampires around and has a dedicated set of Vampire Survival Skills. skills is maybe the wrong word. he tries so fucking hard but he can’t stake a completely nonmoving target. did he always suck at this too

we know from the empress’s dialogue that simon had still not lost his mind all the way by the time she decided to make him her Favorite Little Human Servant - still remembered his name, still sane enough to Get Hypnotized, her surrounding dialogue when she calls ice king “this pathetic clown character” implies she remembers him acting More Like Simon and Less Like Ice King which is really fucking impressive, actually, he’s extremely Not Holding It Together when he leaves marceline and he still managed to hold on to his identity and some of his usual behavior for 5+ years after that without her jesus christ man

simon in the star talks about marceline becoming A Great Vampire Hunter kind of like it’s something he saw. she could’ve just told him about that part of her life sometime after CAWM, but,

the way marceline talks to the empress in empress eyes sounds kind of like she saw simon interacting with the empress. (“that’s the last time you toy with his heart”)

did they see each other again there? while marceline was hunting vampires? while simon still remembered who Simon Petrikov was?

who left who?

In conclusion fucked up right. Like huh. The entire situation raises so many questions. Why did they never bring this up again

[hausofmamadas]

NUGGETS OF BENJAMAYO | aka just gif dump of my madness about 1 measly scene

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For Narcoctober's Day of Visuals - Oct 6th 5th (posted on the 6th cause I generally suck and my life is a mess) leftover from Day 1's fic

Okayokayokay so I made so many extra gifs for my Benjamayo fanfic that were theoretically set aside days ago for the Narcoctober Day of Visuals (I know that much like “fetch” Benjamayo is not a thing but much like the legendary Toaster Strudel heiress, Gretchen Weiners, I am very much trying to make it happen) and legit thought the prompt was Oct 6, not Oct 5 but I already have an amnesty day post technically I haven’t gone to sleep yet …? So technically yesterday is still today regardless of the date...? and I can’t not share these bc LET ME DO TELL YOU, I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS INTERACTION FOR LITERAL YEARS NOW so without furtherado

The scene in question: Benjamin schmoozing at Dina’s wedding, shaking babies and kissing hands, spots Mayo and decides, fuck it- he’s in a good mood! Little social butterfly, precioso is feelin’ himself. It’s a wedding, love is in the air! Why not take a moment to go flirt chat with Mazatlan’s very own Camarón King of actual sex Not Giving A Fuck About Anything Pretty Much Ever, Ismael El Mayo Zambada and this is how it starts off. First, Mayo asks the waiter?/waitress? if the shrimp in the shrimp cocktail is fresh but manages to pose it in the most sexy way, it’s actually borderline disturbing just how fucking hot this man is asking about fucking shrimp of all fucking things then again, passion in one’s professional pursuits is pretty hot …? But like no, I really don’t think that’s what’s happening here

Then Mín, little pep in his step, La Reina del Baile, glowing even more than the bride herself, strolls up and basically is like, “Bish, that’s a spiffy new hat. You buy that with the money you made movin’ shit through my plaza? cause there’s more where that came from if you’re interested in a sugar daddy🤭”

At which point Mayo is lowkey like🫣 oh god, what do I say now. Is he trying to strong arm me, what’s the angle. I really don’t wanna start shit rn, I’m so full of shrimp, like ngl I don’t even think I could run away without making myself sick and he tries to keep things simpatico but like the extra mile he goes??? This sly mf is smiling at Mín in a way that resembles a little too closely how he smiled at the waiter/waitress. And sure, maybe we can chalk that up to just Mayo a ho. He a May-ho sry, I just– you know I set myself up to spike that ball and I couldn’t not no matter how bad it was sksksksks and Mín rolls with it, he does one of those blind-and-miss-it thousand yard stares which I will devote an entire gif set post to later bc he does it more than once throughout the show and it’s actually devastating and shoots his shot, “pero imagínate que no tuvieras qué”

So anyway, this establishes what? Mayo a May-ho, right. And Mín is lowkey liiiiiiiiiiiiving for this shit bc he thinks he’s got an in. And do you know what tf this savvy, spritely little Drug Lord Dilf-Nymph of Tijuana does????????? something Miguel would never dream of doing in a million years, not just bc he’s homophobic asf and deeply insecure about his entire general essence as a human being, but he doesn’t have a fucking f r a c t i o n of the affable, boyish charm that Mín does HE FUCKING FLIRTS RIGHT BACK. TAKE ONE GOOD GOTDAMN LOOK AT THE GIFS BELOW AND TELL ME HES NOT FLIRTING. YOU DONT FULL-BODY SCAN SOMEONE UP AND DOWN LIKE THEYRE THE FUCKING THANKSGIVING TURKEY AND YOU HAVENT EATEN IN DAYS UNLESS YOU’RE SEXING THEM IN YOUR MINDDKSSKSJWB I MEAMaaaan–

BUT DSKWJWJWIEIWJWJSB THE BEST FUCKING PART ABOUT THIS ENTIRE THING?????????? MAYO IS SO DOWN FOR IT. THE SHIT-EATING GRIN HE GETS ON HIS FACE LIKE MANS IS SO GODDAMN FLATTERED, MANS IS SO ABOUT IT, HES LITERALLY THAT GIRL DAFFYDUCK GIF, ALL BATTING HIS EYELASHES AND UNDRESSING SEDUCTIVELY, OKAY LIKE

WHERE IS THE LIE Spoiler alert: IT’S NOWHERE, THERE IS ONLY TRUTH OKAY and then Mayo does this real cute thing all appealing to the control freak in Mín, saying he likes to be his own boss, “no más que tú sabes” and all that AND THEN, AAAAAAND THEEEEEENNNNNNN FOLKS HE JUST. KEEPS. ON. MF. GRINNING. AS IF HE COULD GRAB MIN BY THE TINY LAPELS OF HIS TINY SUIT AND PLANT A BIG WET ONE RIGHT THERE ON HIM, RIGHT ON THE DANCEFLOOR IN FROMT OF ALL THOSE PEOPLELWKWJW W

and then he has to scramble for something else to say bc he knows good goddamn well that they've been making eyes at each other for far, far too long, so he's like "ohshitohshitohshit ohhhhh look there's Azul, the closest boner killer within reach besides Rayo hey, you know where home is!!!!!" AND THEN MIN, FUCJINGAKSJFNLKQJWELKJN DOES THIS WAY-TOO-INTIMATE HEAD NOD AND SMIRK, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR COMING TO MY PARTY ERM IMEAN DINA'S WEDDING, IF YOU'RE EVER IN TOWN GIRL CALL ME

NO BUT EVERYONE LITERALLY SHUT UP AND SITDOWN ALL FIVE OF YOU BCTTHENNNNSI;RAJQPO23IJRPOQJIWEFOH THE WAY MAYO SAYS CLARO, AND IT'S THE EXACT WAY I WOULD IMAGINE LIKE HOW HE'D GOODBYE LOVE PAT A ONE NIGHT STAND ON THE SHOULDER AS HE'S OPENING HIS FRONT DOOR FOR THEM TO LEAVE ???????? IDK IDKIDKIDKDA;WOJEF;AOIJ AND THEN THE LITTLE PRIVATE LOOK OF LIKE "idk what the fuck that was but I'm- y'know i really didn't hate it......"

it just- i mean i'm sure we're all in agreement that i'm insane but like what other conclusions am i supposed to draw in the face of this raw, objective evidence

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[bebx]

hi im so sorry but i need to get this off my chest and i cant talk to my friends about it because its so embarrassing and ive talked about it PLENTY

but anyway long story short i was dating someone, we have a weird history dating wise & have been best friends for 3+ years before that all started. literally three weeks ago we decided to be exclusive, on friday i found out that the day before, he kissed another girl IN PUBLIC. i know that girl, they've hooked up before (when i was also hooking up with him but it wasn't anything really and i didn't actually know for sure if they were hooking up (they were)). so we called it quits.

i still spent the weekend bc i'm weak and all i want is him. he said he never felt a connection like this with anyone, he said he loved me and he said he was sorry a hundred times..... he said it would take a long time before he'd feel 'normal' about me. we were both emotional when i left, and since then i havent really stopped crying lol

AND NOW. i dont know if im just driving myself crazy but i feel like he's (still) (again?) talking to that one girl and it would make sense because he basically cheated on me not even a week ago so why wouldnt he do this now??? but. it feels too cruel. but maybe thats just who he is.

god i hate this so much he drives me completely mad im stalking his every move and every time i see something that even slightly hints at my suspicions i get so ill and it makes me wanna kms. i just wanna feel normal i hate that he did this to me i miss him so bad. i know we literally shouldn't ever get back together again because this is just a fraction of the shit thats happened in the past 10 months, BUT I ONLY WANT HIM. and i feel like we're soulmates. BYEEEEE this is so humiliating. im so tired i just want it to end

hugging you so tight right now, anon!!! 🩷🩷🩷 so sorry you have to go through something like this. I can’t say I know exactly how you feel, because each person experiences this type of pain differently, but I do know it just super sucks when the person who hurts us and the person we want to hate turns out to be the one we love the most. sometimes our hearts can be stubborn just like that (it all would’ve been so easy if we could convince ourselves to stop caring and to being able to fully hate them and moving on, but it’s never that easy, sadly). I can’t tell you what to do or how to react to the pain you feel, but know that your pain is valid and how you feel / how you react / how you cope with that pain, that’s valid too. and you are not weak for being hurt when someone wronged you, especially when it’s someone you trusted. I know this is cliche and is so much easier said than done, but please also be kind to yourself, above anything else. that boy and the girl he cheated on you with, they don’t deserve you. they lost you, not the other way around. think of this as an opportunity for you to open yourself to someone else who truly loves and values you, whether it be romantically or platonically. I know right now you just want him, but if the wrong person can make you love him this bad, imagine how much happier you’ll be when you finally find the right one who can make you love them the same way you loved him, if not more, the only difference is that they won’t break your heart. and you deserve to be happy. that someone is out there, and I truly believe you both will find each other when the time is right. but for now, try loving and being gentle to yourself even if it’s hard (I know it can be hard, but at least give it a try), the best revenge is to prove to them that you don’t need them to be happy and that you can heal from this and thrive without them in your life. doesn’t matter how long it takes, but you will get there one day, and you will look back and be so damn proud of yourself for how far you’ve come. because hey, look at you, you are still here, and for that, I am so damn proud of you!!

it’s okay to cry, it’s okay to be completely broken, because the thing about crying and being broken is that it’s not permanent, even if it feels like it right now.

and by the way, the ones who should feel humiliated are him and that girl, not you. screw it if they deserve each other. YOU deserve so much better than that anyway.

[clatoera]

uni application season has made me drop off the face of the earth so i'm extremely late coming to this chapter... but omg glim glam and cato.. TRAUMA BONDING?!?!?

cato with a gun. that's the entire review.

i love how simple this chapter is with the most infinite lore ever!!! clove can cook! what! how did that start, what was her favorite recipe, does she partake in... girl dinner?? so many questions.

glimmer with finnick kind of gives the platonic soulmates vibe. i just love how comfortable they are with each other and how much they have this underlying love & respect towards each other even though the other can fuck them over. ugh my beautiful capitol ruined babies.

"“It is. But you can’t change it now. I want to hate you, Finnick. I want to hate you, but then I remember being seventeen and terrified and in pain and you being the only one who could sit with me while I cried in the shower. I want to hate you but you were the one who carried me home after those terrible procedures, every time I cried because I thought I was bleeding to death, Finnick... I want to hate you but it’s hard to hate you when you look so pathetic.” Glimmer takes the risk, reaching her hand out to place it on top of Finnick’s. “How can I hate you, after we ended up in the same terrible sinking boat again.”"

LIKE WHAT? do you have no shame in just ripping out my heart in broad daylight?!?! 'it's hard to hate you when you look so pathetic' is so funny but so sad when you compare it to katniss saying it's hard to be angry at someone who cries so often back in mockingjay. UGH. justice for finnick, he better not die this time around.

CATO WITH A GUN. cato... with a GUN. there should be a hunger games with pipe bombs in it and i think we should place cato in it just for the giggles. i also love how the second they're back with weapons they just revert back to the academy mindset of Kill The Enemy which used to be other tributes but now has morphed into actual treason. well! sucks to be snow i guess! especially now that glim glam is getting her pink gun (which is also bejeweled in my mind)

love it as always! love u! it's all amazing thank u!

Hi bestie! I understand! I am actively working on residency applications as well so I totally understand. I'm actually waiting for my board scores to be released Wednesday so thats why I haven't posted/written another chapter yet, I am literally in too much distress to think of anything else until wednesday afternoon (think of me bc i'm going through it).

Cato and Glimmer trauma bonding was immediately part of the plan once I decided to take Glim Glam to 13. That was a without a doubt going to happen sort of situation if they were together here.

Thank you! The whole idea if these couple of chapters is to establish their lives in 13 and what will happen in a world without the people they love and without anyone to ground them!

Soooo yes Clove can cook. That comes from her childhood, in which she was a neglected little girl in charge of her own meals and keeping herself alive. She learned how to make her little sandwiches and keep herself afloat another day, at like..6...before she went to training at the academy. It compounded in her adult hood as a way to use her knives and keep up to date on fine knifework skills. I think she really got into it once she won and had the time and means to try new recipes. They seem like steak people. Good roast chicken people. I think Miss Clove would participate in girl dinner if not for the fact she's also responsible for feeding her 6'3 man friend who most definitely could not survive on girl dinner with grapes and rice crackers.

Glimmer and Finnick..have gone through a LOT together. They are TRULY trauma bonded and have been working on that bond about 7 years tbh. They have gone through a LOT and they went through a lot TOGETHER. They love each other and they DO respect each other, after all they've been through, they are life long friends. As they deserve.

I did hope it would rip your heart out, if for no other reason than I think it's fun to hear your reaction. I kid i kid but seriously the heart to heart HAD to happen. They had to make up from the whole "hahah no I didn't tell you about a whole rebellion" thing. And while she isn't happy about it, she can't hate him anymore. Not after what they've experienced together and also...because he DOES look pathetic with his little knots.

Cato with a MF gun. That can't even entirely be credited to me. That was honestly @ohhowwehavefallen sending me a tik tok that sent this into existence. She should get credit tbh.

Being back with weapons like..it's almost a comfort for them. It's how they were raised, it's like your favorite stuffed animal after not seeing it for a long time. This is what they know! Weapons! Kill! Enjoy treason! Glimmer has a bedazzled glock everyone watch out!

thank you thank you thank you my love! I am sorry this took me so long, I have been stressing MASSIVE amounts over these exam scores and it's disoriented me!

love you long time bb @lwveless

[lewiselder]

dude your arm sucks!

we back!

it’s been about a year since the last post. i’m consistently averaging about 1 post a year. that’s a lot, right? 

hope this blog posts finds ya’ll well. not much is different in my life besides everything. ralph has gotten ever cuter, sweeter, and nicer. random anecdote but i actually did some 1v1 sessions w/ a dog trainer, but ended up cancelling the remainder when i started to freak out and realize i loved his personality and didn’t want it to change. moral of the story: abandon therapy and become your absolute worst. 

anywayyyyy - i’ve had 2 very arm-core things happen to me in the past few weeks. bad news for me is good news for ya’ll. i get my day ruined and ya’ll get something to read on the toilet in between actively giving yourself adhd by watching misinformation on tiktok for 90 minutes. 

*whispering* actually, i kind of like when this crazy shit happens to me bc i get to write about it and feel ~special~ :^D

today, we’re gonna cover the first story. i hope to be consistent enough to write up the other story soon. no promises. 

Dude, your arm sucks!

picture this, it’s mere weeks ago - fathers day 2023 - beautiful, scenic sunday weather. handsome clouds with chiseled jaws and just the right amount of buccal fat hang expectantly in a baby blue sky. i’m in a wifebeater with a mullet. 

as ya’ll surely know, i grew up without a dad (as did most of my friends shout tf out to ya’ll) and so i obviously don’t do anything special for father’s day. on this particular father’s day, my friend and i were going to go for a nice walk with ralph, but first we decide to stop by the starbucks next to my apartment.

my friend runs in to order the coffees. i stand outside with ralph, leaning against the side of the building. 

now i’ve heard a lot of words in my 30 years. i’ve heard them put together in all sorts of combinations to form all types of sentences. smart sentences, dumb sentences, long sentences, short sentences, sentences about crypto even. but i was about to hear a sentence i’d never heard before. 

from out of absolute fucking nowhere i hear, 

“dude! your arm suuucks!”

lmao

what

i look up from watching some instagram story of someone i’ll never see in person again for the rest of my life even if we both live to be 1,000, to see a tall, skinny dude standing next to me. his mouth half open, half smiling

i’m literally standing in shock, mostly perplexed and processing, my tiny golden dog who has some of the worst dog anxiety on the planet quakes beneath my feet. 

“what?” i manage to spit out through a half laugh

“dude yeah man, your arm sucks!”

i stare at him like:

if i recall correctly, he introduced himself as Rick at some point during this interaction, so i’ll refer to dude as Rick (have you ever said the name Rick to yourself like 5x? that can’t be a real name. it’s barely even a sound. rick. rick. rick. rick. rick. yeah get fucking real bud)

rick: “nah man see that’s just how i approach life. we gotta just be upfront with one another and then we can move forward from there. like now we’ve addressed it and so we can move on”

PLEASE NOTE: rick was not as well spoken as i am making him sound. while this is largely accurate, i’m paraphrasing from memory. pls add in 70% more incoherence to whatever i say he said  

and i gotta hand it to rick, he was hilarious. it’s awesome pseudo-intellectualism filled with ersatz empathy.

me: O_O

rick: yeah man like look, my leg used to suck 

*rick pulls up one of his pant legs, exposing the lower half of his leg*

now i can’t tell ya’ll his leg didn’t suck bc it definitely fucking sucked but it looked normal to me, albeit gross and dirty

me: bro pull your pant leg down lol

rick: *pouting* fine, but im just saying now that we got it out of the way we can be friends on a real level

me: i don’t think friendship is in the cards for us man. bro i need you to keep it moving

i should mention that, while this is a lot of text, this is maybe 20 seconds of real life interaction, and at this point it becomes clear to me that rick is at least semi-homeless and likely not totally together mentally. this colors strongly how i interacted with him going forward, because idk man what am i gonna get into a fist fight with a houseless dude who is likely high or drunk rn?

sensing my withdrawal from the conversation and my waning interest in friendship, rick resorts to an especially strange move. 

rick: nah man lemme get a real good look at it and we’ll get through this

rick bends down and puts his face maybe 6 inches from my arm, his bloodshot eyes wide as dinner plates

me: *recoiling* alright man see now im really about to beat the shit out of you if you don’t get the fuck on 

rick (as if i just lit a firework during a fancy dinner party): woah fuck ok man, fine. trust me your legs are as big as my waist, i know you could beat my ass. but i might be able to out run you in a straight line spring *chuckles to himself* but obviously you’re a strong guy

at this point, rick starts walking away still kind of talking about how i look strong. he opens the door to starbucks and heads in. he’s their problem now. 

mind you, starbucks is packed so it’s taking forever for my friend to get the drinks. 

maybe 40 seconds later the door to starbucks flings open

rick is back, baby!

“would a cigarette make it up to ya?”

me: lol brother i don’t smoke

rick: yeah me neither *lights cigarette in his mouth* 

we stand there almost shoulder to shoulder like old lovers who’ve run out of things to talk about but just like to enjoy each others company

rick: man you know what show my kids love?

me: what show rick

rick: inspector gadget man, you ever seen it?

me: yeah man that’s pretty old, i’m surprised that’s still on

rick: yeah they love it. you know who you remind me of? Dr. Claw. he’s the villain but he’s a badass. his arm sucks too. 

me: rick...

rick: im just saying man like obviously this shit has just made you tougher in life man. you’re jacked man, i hope my kids grow up to be like you

me: rick, brother, its fathers day, shouldn’t you be with your kids

rick, speaking more to god than to me: *softly* it’s fathers day

me: i’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess their mom has custody

at this point it’s felt like rick and i have been on this island together for a fucking eternity. seasons have changed, wars have risen and subsided, babies have been born and gone to college and decided to hit the snooze button on life by then going to grad school. 

i’ve literally had relationships shorter than this. not that i don’t enjoy talking to my old buddy rick, but man what i wouldn’t give for him to walk away, or for this starbucks to blow up, or for me to be assassinated. something, anything. 

FINALLY, my friend comes outside with the fucking coffees

she walks up to us perplexed

me: alright man i gotta go now 

*i start walking away*

rick: *smoking his cigarette that didn’t make it up to me and following us as if we’re all in the world’s worst band headed to practice together* aw yeah see now we were just talking about how his arm sucks and -

now i can’t have this fucking dude come walking with us, and i’d mostly been a good sport to him up to this point with the exception of when he tried to do a gynecological exam on my left arm

me, turning and getting into ricks face: ok i’m seriously gonna smack the fuck out of you if you don’t walk away right now

the 2nd threat seemed to do the trick. 

rick muttered some random shit under his breath before finally using his formerly sucky leg to saunter off back towards starbucks.

good night, sweet prince

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I should say that at no point was I really going to fight Rick. He was clearly unwell, but the only way to really get him to leave was to threaten him. During the entirety of the interaction I was more amused and annoyed than mad (save for when he bent down and put his face in my arm). 

It did however bring me back to a place I spent the majority of my time when I was younger. My experience growing up disabled was one fraught with the preservation of what little pride I had. When I felt someone disrespected me, the overwhelming sense of obligation to do something about it (fight them, argue back, whatever) was one of the strongest driving forces of my formative years. And to be honest, feeling as if you have to fight and claw for the sense of pride most able-bodied people get to inherently enjoy is a tremendously heavy burden to carry. 

One of the reasons I so relate to people who have some type of outward presenting marginalized identity, whether they’re Black or Brown or disabled or non-gender-conforming or whatever, is because it’s such an insanely specific experience to have people come up to you and say the absolute wildest shit possible. And they expect there to be no consequences from their actions, which is such a motherfucking frustrating dynamic to experience. It’s hard to explain to someone who’s never gone through it. 

Anyway, that’s pretty much it. I haven’t seen Rick since. I do wish him the best, as I know he had good intentions. And while him and I ultimately weren’t able to enjoy a Newport together like he wanted (but Rick doesn’t smoke), he did give me an interesting story to add to the collection. 

All in all, not my worst father’s day.

if u read this far i owe u a cigarette

[myapathyhaspeaked]

im bored so thimbo moments from yours truly:

was at daisy/brownie camporee helping out, and it’s on halloween so we get to trick or treat even though we’re “too old”, and while we’re doing that my friend says that they have been playing “their transgender looks and autistic personality have captivated me” in their head and i have “autistic t-boy swag”playing in my head but i can’t say it out loud cus im not out so i say that and that i’ll tell them when were back at the cabin and not near anyone. and so we’re back in the cabin still in our costumes and we’re throwing a big inflatable ball and yelling at stuff and it’s loud and my friend goes into the bathroom and they get migraines so i figured they went in there to escape the noise and im like “cool perfect time to tell them what i was thinking” so i step inside bc i guess i got there before they could lock it and i’m like “hey so about that thing-“ and they’re like “what are you doing i went in here to change” and i was like “…oooooooooh. uh. oops. sorry.” and stepped outside and decided to just text them and fun fact they used to be one of the few people i consider an actual friend but now that i’m not in their class anymore they haven’t texted me since 10/2/23 (american format) and it definitely has not mentally affected me at all i definitely don’t feel like everyone will abandon me as soon as i’m not convenient or if i reveal i like stuff they find weird the fact that no one texts me first unless they need something has had totally no effect on me <3

— — —

i bring dishes back to the dish washing station and the coworker on dish tells me something, and it’s very clear what she said it wasn’t a noise or diction problem but my brain works on windows xp plus it’s been a loud night and i’m slowly dying so in my brain she basically spoke in zalgo font and it’s only by the time i set the plates down that the words are finally translated and i realise she said “im on raw” and i kinda just look at her and im like “i just processed what you said im so sorry” and about-face out of there

— — —

the same night a customer asks for a condiment and it’s not on the menu so i’m not sure we have it but it’s a common condiment so i say i’ll ask someone and i walk up to the people on window because they’re usually the ones giving people the ketchup packets so i figure the packets are their domain so i ask if they have what the customer wants and they’re like “yeah? you should really ask the back for that tho” and i’m confused cus the dips are the back’s jurisdiction im looking for packets and while i’m standing puzzled they repeat my request to the dips guy in the back and i get handed a little tin of white stuff.

because the customer asked for mayonnaise. and i was picturing mustard packets.

and i’m just lucky my mouth took what my ears heard and not what my brain imagined because i have a hard time with what i’m thinking and what words my brain puts out not matching, especially if stuff is similar or starts with the same letter, like one time i was looking at a picture of an apple and i know it’s an apple but my inner monologue couldn’t get the word apple so it just said pear

— — —

volunteering at a christmas tree shop for school and me and my brother are making wreaths and this kid comes up and starts staring us and i think he wants one so i’m like “uhhh sorry they aren’t for sale yet” and my brother is like “you idiot he wants to watch” and then the boys family comes and they ask if he can help or something and im not sure how to say “he’s not signed up so no he can’t” without sounding rude so im like “oh um he’s too young and there’s sharp things” and my more socially adept brother pops in to explain that “the shop is in partnership with the high school so unfortunately he can’t sorry” and he kinda just gives me the “why do you suck” look and i get that face a lot but tbh, fair

— — —

i might add more later my brain is very small and i can’t remember anything ever

[imaginedisish]

Yr City’s a Sucker (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!!!! So here is my first Battinson fic. It’s based on the overprotective!Battinson request I got. It might suck, it might be a little rocky, but hopefully you guys enjoy it. The song that I reference is “Yr City’s a Sucker” by LCD Soundsystem. Give it a listen :) My next two fics will most likely be smut, given that this one and my previous Din Djarin x reader are both fluff. Please continue to request!!! P.S, I’m tagging smut so that I can get smut requests bc I’m bad at thinking of smut on my own :( Thanks guysss!

Summary: You decide to chase after Bruce like you do most nights, but you discover far more on this mission than you bargained for (established friendship).

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE!! Violence, blood and death -- basically typical violence found in the movie. Guns, gunshots, cursing, angst, maybe some grammar mistakes, and some nice fluff at the end :) Oh also, Selina basically doesn’t exist in this bc lazy writing. 

Word Count: 4,314

Your city's a sucker

Your city's a sucker

Your city's a sucker

My city's a creep

The song blasted from the radio on your motorcycle. It echoed against the cold, yellowing, ceramic-tiled walls of the tunnel. Outside, you could see the Bat Signal shining proudly in the sky, a little too proud for your liking. That’s why you were out, to help Bruce with whatever he was getting himself into this time. You and Alfred are the only two who know his identity, the only two who know the real him. 

You remember the night you found out, the very first night he ever put on the suit. You had stopped by the tower, worried that Bruce wasn’t answering your texts or calls. Alfred was there, trying to shove you out the door. 

“Mr. Wayne isn’t available right now,” Alfred said, his eyes looking around in a panicked frenzy. He was nervous, and you knew that it was because he hated lying to you. 

You shake your head, instantly realizing that something was wrong, that something was out of place. “Where is he, Alfred?” You ask again, anger heavy in your voice. You weren’t leaving without an answer. You were tired of the secrets, the lies, the odd distance that Bruce had placed between you and him over the past week. 

And then, as if on command, there was a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to turn around. 

It was Bruce, all bloodied and bruised. Your jaw dropped, your eyes widening with concern. He was a mess. His brown hair was drenched with sweat, hanging lifelessly in front of his brows. His green eyes were filled with exhaustion and circled with black makeup, accentuating the already deep, dark circles that indicated he hadn’t slept in nights. 

You stare at him for a few seconds before Alfred slowly backs out of the foyer, giving you and Bruce the space you need to hash it out. 

But there wasn’t anything to hash out. You were too overwhelmed with fear and worry to be angry at Bruce. You force yourself into his chest and wrap your arms around his body. You’re instantly hit with the smell of blood. Your stomach churns at the scent, and you can’t help but hope it’s someone else’s and not his. 

It takes a second before he reciprocates the embrace. You and Bruce didn’t exactly touch often. He wasn’t big on physical displays of affection. His overprotectiveness and trust in you was enough to prove how much he cared.

“I’ve got another secret for you to keep,” He whispers, pulling you tighter into his chest. You’re shocked at the close contact. He wasn’t ever like this. Truly, this would be considered ‘mushy’ for Bruce Wayne. 

And that scared you a bit, because it called into question…

How far did he go tonight?

You close your eyes, inhaling deeply. “Tell me,” You whisper back. 

And he did. 

Bruce hated when you tried to help him, and you did so often. He wanted you to stay safe, to stay away from the world that he had involved himself in. But that wasn’t you. You weren’t just a Wayne family friend, but someone who loved Bruce, whether he knew it or not. You decided months ago that he didn’t have a say in the matter of what you did to protect him, because you did just fine protecting yourself. You made your own suit, and roamed the streets at night like he did.

And you certainly saved him more times than he’d like to admit.

The bass of the music pulses against your skull as you pick up the pace on your bike. You knew exactly where he’d be, thanks to Alfred. Alfred was just as worried about Bruce as you were, and much to Bruce’s dismay, gave you all the information you needed. 

Bruce had gotten wind that there were more of the Riddler’s devout followers out there, planning on terrorizing the memorial for the attacks that the Riddler had orchestrated just a month prior. Everyone had been waiting for the flooding to dissipate before holding any sort of events, and it finally did. The chaos, however, did not. Gotham was worse than it was before. 

What we want is what you want

What we want is what you want

It’s free tv

What you want is what we want

What you want is what we want

It’s a case of the Ha Ha Ha Ha’s!

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha’s!

Your pulse grows faster and faster as you approach the Garden, the bass line of the song striking violently against your heart. The memorial was going to be right outside the massive venue, just steps away from where the attacks had happened. You didn’t understand why the memorial would be held in such a vulnerable, open space after the Riddler’s disciples had easily invaded what should have been a heavily guarded event. It seemed backwards, dangerous, deadly.

But then again, that’s exactly why Bruce was going to be there. He knew something was going to go wrong. 

Your wheels skid against the wet concrete streets. You’re just a few blocks out, and you can already see the crowds gathering for the event. People were packed together like sardines, practically standing on top of each other. If anything happened, the death tolls would be catastrophic. You pull over into an alleyway, taking off your helmet and parking your bike. You put on your eye mask, and start walking over towards the memorial. 

You try your best to stay in the shadows, to remain unseen. You figure it would be impossible to stay hidden considering the amount of people who had gathered, but you wanted to try nonetheless. You had become something of a vigilante in your own right. The people of Gotham knew you just as well as they knew Batman, which was terrifying to you. You weren’t in it for the fame. 

You were in it for Bruce. 

You travel down the street, your senses heightened by the overstimulating noise of the crowd and the bright flashing lights of billboards. It was as though every single citizen decided to show up. 

There’s some security, thankfully. A group of police officers had blocked off the street you were coming up on. You needed to think of a way to get around them. You figure you could go down a block or two, maybe go through a building. 

Maybe they’ll just let me in, You think to yourself. After all, Gordon does know m-

A gunshot rings out from the building across the street from the Garden, pulling you out of your thoughts. The crowd doesn’t flinch, and neither do the cops. They’re too far away from the building, and too close to all the noise and chaos of the event itself. Your gaze angles up in the direction that you heard the shots coming from, and another shot sounds off. This time, you see the flash of the gun coming from one of the windows. You pick up your pace, making a hard right down the alleyway of the building before the cops can see you. 

Sure enough, you find a far too familiar bike parked in the alley. Bruce. 

You look up, finding a string of fire escapes that run along the wall of the building. You jump, pulling yourself up, swinging your legs around the side of the fire escape, and onto the platform. You move upwards, cat-like, until you reach the floor you saw the gun fired on. You carefully peer in, searching for some signs of life. 

There’s no one on the inside, almost as if the incident had never happened. You can feel yourself growing more anxious, more panicked. There was Bruce’s bike, but no Bruce. There’s no time to worry, no time to mull over explanations or assumptions. You push up on the window, and it slides open. 

“Does no one care about security here?” You mumble to yourself, bending over as you gracefully enter the room through the window. 

The room is dark, cold and empty. A puddle of blood, glistening in the light of the billboards and the distant moon, rests in the center of the room. A chill runs down your spine. You can feel your heart bursting with adrenaline, and without thinking, you make a break for the hallway outside the wide open door of the room. 

“Hey!” A voice shouts, “Who the fuck are you?” You look to your left. A man in a green mask points a handgun in your direction. You storm towards him, and he immediately shoots. The bullet ricochets off your leather suit, thanks to the technology you had borrowed from Bruce. He goes to shoot again, but misses. You’re closer to him now, grabbing his wrist and forcing the gun up towards the ceiling. He shoots, shaking the walls. You pull your knee back, and launch it towards the man, striking him in the groin. The gun falls out of his hand, and you catch it before it hits the floor. 

You aim it at him. “I’m gonna ask you this one time,” Your voice is corrosive, intimidating, lethal. “Where is the Batman?” 

The man cowers, shoving himself against the wall of the hallway. “I-I don’t know,” He stutters. “I-I just got here. I was late.” 

You kneel down, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt. There’s fear in his eyes. “Too bad,” You say back, swinging the gun to the side before bashing it into his head. He knocks out, crashing to the floor. 

BANG! Another gunshot rings out. It’s coming from further down the hallway, just past where you had taken the first guy down. You take a deep breath and press forward in the direction of the sound. The hallway is dingy and dilapidated. The gray, Victorian wallpaper, illuminated by the light of a few, flickering wall fixtures, had yellowed over time. 

You come across another room with an open door. You can hear a familiar grunting, followed by a series of whacks and punches. You carefully peak inside, trying your best not to be seen. You take a single step forward to get a better look, but the floorboards creek below you, betraying you, giving away your spot. 

In a blur of a moment, a shadowy, black figure emerges, pushing you up against the wall. His grip loosens on you immediately, but he keeps you in your place. You look up to find a familiar, masked pair of green eyes peering down at you. 

It was just Bruce. 

“What are you doing here?” He mutters through his teeth, his gloved fingers pressing firmly against your waist. He’s not just annoyed that you’re here, he’s angry. “It’s too dangerous, you need to leave while you still can.”

You shake your head. “I’m not going anywhere,” You say back to him, too confidently for your own good. “If it’s too dangerous, then you shouldn’t be here alone.” You can’t help but notice how close you are to him, how he’s touching you. The contact doesn’t last very long, unfortunately. He looks to the left, and then to the right before grabbing your hand and yanking you further down the left side of the hallway. 

“I cleared this floor out,” He says, somewhat apprehensively, as if he isn’t sure that he actually did as he says he did. “I need to get you out of here and get up to the roof. That’s where the rest of them are.” 

You shake your head again as Bruce pulls you out of the apartment and into the hallway. There’s a large staircase in the center, leading up to a single door on the top floor. “I told you I’m not leaving you,” Your voice is firm and unwavering. “I’m not letting you do this by yourself.” 

He huffs before moving his grasp on your wrist down to your hand. He’s no longer pacing around frantically. He’s stopped, standing firmly in front of you. “If anything happens to you,” He starts, stuttering a bit, the words struggling to come out, “I’ll never forgive myself.”

A faint smile stretches across your lips. You feel the pad of his gloved thumb rub soft, smooth circles against your hand. You had never seen him like this before. You had seen him worried, terrified, even, but never like this. He had never been so soft, so gentle before. It was like something switched off in his brain. Maybe it was just his overprotectiveness. 

Or maybe it was something else. 

“I’ll be fine,” You say, trying your best to convince him of that fact. He nods once before letting go of your hand. He takes out his grappling hook, and shoots it up towards the railing on the top landing. He grabs your waist, presses a button on the grappler, and suddenly you’re being hoisted up to the top. He turns his face to look at you every few seconds, as if to make sure you’re still there, as if you’d disappear if he didn’t. He’s far more overprotective than normal, far more scared.

You finally reach the top of the stairs. You grab onto the ledge, pulling yourself up first, carefully swinging your legs around the railing. He mirrors your motions, swinging his legs over just seconds after you. He walks ahead of you, grabbing the handle of the door that leads to the roof. 

“Are you ready?” He whispers. You nod your head once, and he carefully opens the door. He slips out first, and you follow close behind. There’s no one on the side of the roof that isn’t facing the Garden, the side that you entered on. 

Bruce grabs your hand again, making sure that you don’t veer off onto the other side of the roof without him. 

You turn the corner to see men in green masks lined up, facing the Garden, each one aiming their machine guns at the crowds below. You look up at Bruce for some sort of game plan, but he doesn’t give any answer. He stares into your eyes for a few seconds before shifting his attention back to the men. 

“Tonight, this city will feel our wrath once again,” A man says in the distance. He paces back and forth in front of the shooters. “They’ll pay for what they’ve done.”

Bruce’s cape dances in the wind as he moves out of the shadows. 

“No, they won’t,” He says, his voice clouded with anger. “But you will.” 

You move out next to him as the men shift their aim to the two of you. They shoot, the bullets ricocheting off your suits. You take the dagger off of your belt, slashing one guard before round-housing another. They fall to the ground, completely incapacitated. The man leading the others approaches you, aiming his gun at your chest. You launch a kick from the side, aiming for the gun in his hand, but he grabs your leg. He pushes you down to the ground, gripping your wrists and forcing them against your back. He aims the gun to your head. 

Your vision is blurred as you try to look up, searching for Bruce. Sure enough, he’s knocked out each man, leaving the one who has you captured to be the last man standing. 

“You’re not walking away from this,” He says to Bruce, his voice muffled from the obnoxious green mask hiding his face. “At least not with her.” The gun presses firmly against your left temple.

“Let her go,” Bruce demands, his words seething through his teeth. “Now.” You had never seen him so furious before. 

The man cackles in your ear. “I don’t take commands from the Batman,” He says. Your heart beats rapidly, the never ending thumping pulsing against your ears. 

“Who do you take them from, then?” Bruce asks, stepping towards the man. 

“The Riddler,” The man responds, briefly pausing for effect. “And his new friend.” 

You can see the shock in Bruce’s eyes. “Who’s this new friend?” He asks, stepping closer yet again.

“Wouldn’t you love to know,” The man says back. He cocks the gun, and you can hear his finger brush over the trigger. You close your eyes, bracing for impact. 

You hear a click, and then the gliding of something speeding through the air. There’s a slash, followed by a guttural groan. Your wrists are suddenly freed from the man’s grasp. You open your eyes and watch as the gun crashes to the ground next to you. A loud thump booms from behind you, implying that you’re free to move. You push yourself off the ground and up to your feet. 

You turn around. The man is splayed out against the cold roof. His breathing is labored. It’s clear he’s going to die if he doesn’t get medical attention immediately. There’s a sharp, bat shaped piece of metal lodged in his throat. 

Bruce walks towards him. “You tell me who his friend is,” Bruce says, kneeling down to the man’s level, “And I’ll make sure you live.” He takes the piece of metal out of the man’s throat, and places it back into his chest plate. 

The man doesn’t speak. He spits the blood in his mouth in Bruce’s face. Bruce stands up, wiping the blood away as he walks over to you. He grabs your hand and brings you back to the door that leads to the inside of the building.

“O-one day you’re on top,” The man mutters, stumbling around his words. “A-and the next you’re a clown.” 

He whips his head towards the man. “A clown?” Bruce repeats back to him, but there’s no answer. The man isn’t breathing anymore. He’s dead. “A clown…” Bruce whispers to himself again, trailing off into his own thoughts. He grips your hand tighter. 

Something still wasn’t right. There was more to this. More than either of you could understand right now.

Once you’re back downstairs and outside, Bruce walks you over to his bike. He removes his suit, revealing the sweatshirt and sweatpants he has on underneath. He stuffs all the pieces of the suit in the backpack he had hid behind a dumpster. 

He hands you a helmet. “Get on,” He says, swinging his leg around to sit on the bike. 

“I have my own motorcycle parked just down the street, you know,” You say, smiling softly. 

He shakes his head, patting the space behind him with one hand, taking his mask off with the other. His dark, brown hair swings in front of his sunken eyes. “You’re riding with me, and you’re staying at my place tonight.” It isn’t a question, it isn’t even an offer. It’s an obligation, a requirement, a decision that has already been made for you.

“I can handle myself,” You say back to him. “You’re too overprotective tonight.” You couldn’t admit it, but his overprotectiveness made you feel cared for, made you feel safe. 

He smiles for what feels like the first time in weeks, months even. “Well I’m not leaving you,” He says, using your own words from before against you. “Not after that.” It’s almost as if he’s being playful, as if he’s making fun of the situation. 

You know you don’t have a choice. Bruce wasn’t one to back down. You begrudgingly put the helmet on, swinging your legs around the bike to sit behind him. You wrap your arms around his waist, gripping tightly, resting your head on his back. He puts his helmet on.

He hits the gas, and the bike goes speeding off. 

When the city isn’t being flooded, or being bombed, or being terrorized by horrific men in masks and serial killers, it was beautiful. The golden lights from the buildings above you whirl by, dancing fantastically against the speed of the bike. The wind whips against your suit, the cold air nipping at the small, exposed patches of skin scattered across your body. You cling on tighter to Bruce. 

He’s so quiet, so silent. He’d never tell you, but he loves moments like these. He loves feeling your arms wrapped around his waist. He can never get enough of the way your hands eventually make their way under his sweatshirt, gripping at the t-shirt underneath. You can’t hear it, but he hums softly, as your hands go too far, dipping under the t-shirt for just a minute before correcting their course. 

Once you get to the apartment — or tower, rather — Bruce walks you up to his room. 

He moves over towards one of his dressers, opening a drawer and pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He brings them over to you and nods in the direction of the bathroom. “There’s an extra tooth brush in there already.”

“Thanks,” You say, a small smile stretching across your lips. 

You had never been in his bathroom before. The floors and walls were made of expensive looking black and white marble. The cabinets were a dark black, and the counters that adorned them were a clean, crisp white. You undress, deciding to take a quick shower. The hot water reminds you of how exhausted you are as it washes over the cuts and bruises you had accumulated that night.

Bruce’s clothes are far too big on you, but they’re beyond comfortable. They smell exactly like him, the musk and vanilla and cinnamon overwhelming over your senses. 

When you get out, Bruce is sitting on a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor next to his bed. You can’t help but smile at the sight. 

“What?” He asks, a puzzled, yet amused look plastered against his face. “You can have the bed to yourself, I really don’t mind.”

You shake your head. “We can share the bed, I really don’t mind,” You say to him, immediately catching his attention. You smile widely. He’s always thinking about you. About your comfort, never his. He looks you up and down, observing you in his clothes. A faint smile spreads across his face.

Bruce stands up, peeling the covers back. “Are you sure?” He asks, still uncertain as to whether or not you really meant what you said. You nod your head in response, and he slips under the covers. You follow his lead, slipping under the covers as well. 

It’s the most comfortable bed you had ever been in. The sheets were soft, the mattress practically cradling your body. Bruce reaches over to the lamp, turning it off. The room is almost pitch black, the only light coming from the moon and the city streets outside. 

“Bruce,” You whisper, your voice traveling quietly in the darkness. “I’m worried about you.” The confession is powerful, maybe even terrifying for you to admit, but not shocking to Bruce. You had been waiting for the opportunity to get it off your chest, and he knew it was a long time coming. “You’ve been more overprotective than usual.”

There’s a brief silence laden with tension, a tension you weren’t prepared for. “I just,” He starts, searching for the right words. “I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.” 

The words shock you; their implications are massive. It’s a confession in its own right. You can feel his body against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist. He brings his forehead down to meet your own. 

“You aren’t going to lose me,” You promise. 

He shakes his head. “That’s a promise you can’t keep,” His voice is quiet, almost sad. “And if I lose you…” He pauses again. “Then this city…it means nothing. It means nothing if you’re not in it.” He’s dancing around the words he really wants to say, the words he’s been waiting to say for months, maybe even years. “If I lose you,” He says again, “There’s nothing left to fight for.” He presses you tightly against his chest. This had to be the softest you had ever seen him, and it left you beyond confused.

You furrow your brows in concern. “Of course there would be something left to fight for, Bruce,” You assure him. 

“No,” He says firmly. “Because…” But he doesn’t finish his sentence. He lets the words hang in the air for a while, hoping that you didn’t need him to finish. 

“Because what, Bruce?” You say, pushing yourself away from him to sit up in his bed. You look out the window, and back at him, the full moon casting its light directly across Bruce’s face. 

He sits up, slowly bringing his hand to your cheek. His calloused fingers brush against your soft skin. 

“Because I love you.” The words finally free themselves from his lips, his emerald eyes staring deeply into yours. You’re shocked into silence. He takes his hands off your cheeks and starts to move away from you. “I-I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that. Forget about it. I’ll just sleep in one of the guest-,”

You interrupt him, grabbing his wrist in your hand. “I love you too, Bruce.”

Without warning, his lips come crashing down on yours. All those years of yearning, all those years of waiting for him, faded to black. The kiss is hungry, as if Bruce had been starved of any touch until this very moment. He pushes himself further into you, your back hitting the wooden headboard behind you. It’s as if he needs to melt into your body, to be a part of you. 

“I’m sorry I waited so long to tell you,” His voice is like velvet as his lips part from yours. “I should’ve told you years ago how I felt.”

You shake your head, smiling softly. “That doesn’t matter,” You assure him. 

It didn’t matter at all, because you had him now. 

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[ryukatters]

A drabble based off of this: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMRAX8CWF/

Context: Tiktok about how putting a pillow under a person’s pelvis can get them pregnant bc it allows for a better angle for c*m + comments saying that putting your legs up helps with conception (don’t ask me if this is true BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA JSJDJSKSK)

A/N: no I don’t want to talk about it <3 @phasmwrites​ has convinced me to post this draft that I wrote a while back, so this one is for you baby

Content/warnings: dark content, modern AU, smut, baby-trapping, dub con, non con, obsession, toxicity, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, degradation, overstimulation, choking, if i’m forgetting something please let me know

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x afab reader

Minors, if you know what’s good for you, do not interact with whatever is below the cut.

Eren who is so deeply and passionately in love with you. Eren who loves so intensely that it causes him to become paranoid. Eren who will do anything to make sure you won’t leave him.

You’re the answer to his prayers, like an angel sent from above. From the moment he set his eyes on you, he knew you were the one. And he’d be damned if he ever let you go. You were the type of love people wrote songs about, dedicated their lives to finding, the type of love that can make someone go mad.

You two almost always fuck with a condom. And on the off chance you don’t, the pills you took daily on the dot served as another layer of protection to prevent any accidents. Eren also always went out of the way to buy you a Plan B the morning after. The two of you were both young, still in college. The idea of starting a family was one of the last things on your mind, too many years ahead.

Eren has different plans. He thinks that having a child is one fool-proof way of showing others that you’re taken. He can’t stand the mere thought of some random even attempting to woo you, so if they see your belly nice and round with his baby? No one else would stand a chance. He knows it’s wrong, but what other choice does he have? There’s so many other guys out there that could just waltz into your life and steal you away from right under Eren’s nose. He wants to make sure that never happens.

He also knows that you’d make an excellent mother— so kind, nurturing, loving. You won’t be able to stand raising your own without him by your side, you love him too much. You’ll be forced to need him, which is exactly why he decides to throw away your birth control tabs in the trash one morning while you were sleeping.

His princess deserves only the best, which is exactly why he takes the time to prep you, making sure you’re wet enough to take everything he has to give you. He makes sure that you’re comfortable, propping your bottom up on a plush pillow so he can go deep, just how you like it.

“Hey,” a voice snaps you back to reality. Your gaze shifts to Eren, who slaps the head of his cock against your clit, rubbing tantalizing circles around it one, two, three times before dipping the tip inside your tight hole that’s fluttering with desire. “There you are. Pay attention, alright? Not gonna ask again.”

“Wait, babe. Condom?”

“I’ll pull out.” He says it so quickly and with such conviction that you believe him.

When’s the last time you took your pills again? You can’t remember. Eren managed to distract you every single time your alarm went off to take it. You guess you forgot. You should be fine, right? As long as your boyfriend pulls out.

Eren brings his face close to yours, tendrils of his hair ticking your cheek. He gives you a wide smile before bringing his lips down to meet yours. He slips his tongue into your wet cavern, wanting to savor every single piece of yourself that you offer to him. You find yourself missing the warmth he brings once he pulls away, but not for long. Eren lips find their way to your neck, alternating between sucking and biting harshly on the sensitive skin. Every love bite he paints onto your skin fills him with satisfaction. Just another method of marking what’s his, another way to show others that you belong to him, and only him.

He gives you another kiss before he sheathes himself within you fully. Your back arches off the mattress as you let out a loud moan. He leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around your areola, sucking and biting lightly, hoping to ease any pain you’re feeling before giving the other one the same treatment. 

He starts off slow, his girth dragging along your insides tantalizingly before being sucked back in. He loves seeing you squirm as he fills you. He’s always said that you were perfect for him, that you two were made for each other. That the way your pussy wraps around his member like a glove was just a testament to that statement. 

His pace picks up, sweet gasps and groans falling from his lips as you both get lost in the pleasure. Eren can feel the knot in his abdomen threaten to unravel much sooner than he’d like. He stops suddenly after a particularly rough thrust to prevent himself from finishing too early, his throbbing member resting against the inside of your thigh.

The pause is enough to snap you out of your daze and back bring you back to reality. Your lift your head up to look at him. He meets your gaze, smirking wickedly before ramming back into you suddenly, pace picking up as if he never stopped. Your boyfriend really seems to be pushing it a bit too close this time around. 

“Babe, don’t cum inside m-“ you warn, before being cut off with a deep kiss from Eren that has your mind spinning.

“But you just feel so good, baby. Squeezing me so tight,” he pants, lips brushing against yours. “Makes me want to fill you up.”

You let out a faint gasp. He knows it’s sick, but the fear in your eyes makes him go dizzy. He feels like a predator that’s finally trapped his prey. 

“But—” you try to protest.

“’S makin’ me want to see how pretty your pussy’s gonna look with my cum. Be a good girl and just take it.” He doesn’t falter. “Fuck, I’m so fucking close. I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, I swear I will.” 

“Eren, don’t—“

 A sudden hand wrapped around your throat causes your pleas to die on the tip of your tongue. Eren’s verdant eyes are electrifying, eyebrows drawn together in a mixture of annoyance and pleasure.

“Don’t tell me what to do. I’m doing this for the both of us, so you should learn to be more grateful.”

He continues to fuck into you, his length hitting every spot that makes you feel like you’re slowly ascending to heaven, his pelvis slapping against your clit. His eyes never leave you. He doesn’t want to miss a single second of this. He wants to see you fall apart over and over again because of him. He’s convinced that he’s the only one who can make you feel this good. The lewd sounds of your arousal resonate throughout your shared bedroom. You’re trapped under the heat of Eren’s body. It feels like you’re being consumed— every moan, every gasp, every twitch, every thought, it belongs to him. Eren Jaeger’s laid you out on a silver platter with every intention devouring you whole.

He gives you a fleeting kiss, before lifting your legs and placing them over the expanse of his broad shoulders. The new position somehow causes him to go even deeper. You wince as you feel his member brush against your cervix.

“You’re mine, you got that?” 

All you can do is nod.

He thumbs your clit, expertly rubbing circles in time with his thrusts. The added pressure against your already abused nub has your orbs rolling back into your head, mouth agape as you struggle to form any coherent thought or phrase that could accurately illustrate just how completely fucked out you felt.

“You better fucking cum before I do, or else I won’t let you finish,” you both know it’s an empty threat. He’s always put your pleasure above his. He knows your body like the back of his hand, knows just how to kiss you to leave you breathless but wanting more, knows just what filth to utter to have your mind go blank, knows just how to angle his thrusts to hit that spot that has you seeing stars. He’s memorized every single thing about you to a T. 

It’s times like these, with your bruised lips open slightly as you let out those sweet whines that he loves so much, your slick making a mess on Eren’s torso and the sheets, where he thanks whatever celestial forces there are that granted him this sweet sense of nirvana. He thinks you look utterly perfect, and it’s all because you let him ruin you and piece you back together, again and again. He feels his heart swell just in time with the way your gummy walls clench around him, your arousal dripping down your ass and soiling the sheets, signaling your orgasm.

“God, I love you so much,” he breathes.

You’re too far gone at this point to even respond, babbling nonsensically. That won’t do for Eren. 

“And you love me. Say it,” he snarls, viridian eyes frantically searching yours for confirmation. You nod, mind hazy and tears blurring your vision.

“I love you, Eren,” you manage to say through gasps.

Just that simple phrase is enough to do him in. Those four words hold such a weight that he finds himself climbing to his release rapidly with no promise of respite.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s it. Take it, fucking take my cum,” he punctuates each word with a rough thrust. Your hands fly to his pelvis in one last attempt to have him cum anywhere but inside you, but Eren’s just too strong. He throws his head back, groaning out a string of profanities as he plateaus. He paints your walls white with a copious amount of hot, thick cum. He rides out the last of his orgasm before stilling his hips against yours.

He pulls out carefully, slowly in order to ensure his efforts don’t go to waste. You can feel your lover’s warm seed threaten to spill out of you, muscle still clenching from the aftershocks of your climax.

Eren slaps one large hand over your abused heat, plunging two of his digits inside your sensitive hole before striking you a stern look. “Don’t waste it, princess. We’ll have to start all over again.”

You both knew it was just another empty threat. He’d do it again even if you were good and listened to him. Because once Eren’s decided on something, he’ll make sure it happens.

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