#Pebbles is gonna go through hell for a while

[sparkedfirez]

Recycled AU Refs

Recycled is an AU that came from a random dream of mine. That, when ascending in any way, Iterators do not just die. They are recycled, turned fully organic, and dropped into a world run by anthropomorphic slugcats and scavengers. Now they have to learn how to live with that.

Basically, a post Saint, give the poor sad bastards some happy endings because I'm weak and love them.

Pebbles may or may not be my favorite, I won't confirm or deny.

[tuiccim]

We're Gonna Burn

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Smut, Sex Pollen, Non/DubCon (because sex pollen), enemies to lovers.

Summary: When an exposure to a strange powder makes you feel as if you're burning to death, your only relief is in the person you hate the most.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader @whisperlullaby

We're Gonna Burn Masterlist

“What the hell was that, Barnes?” You practically yell as you push open the front door of the safe house you’d been directed to. 

“I don’t know! I’ve never seen anything like it. God, the smell!” He shakes his head.

“It’s burned into my nostrils. All I can smell is that sweet flower smell. You’ve never seen that pink powder?” You throw your things to the floor, looking around the small, remote house. 

“No, I’d tell you if I did, damnit! Why do you keep asking?” Bucky growls. 

“You’re not the most forthcoming person! Shit, I think you’ve spoken more in the last two minutes than in the three months I’ve known you! Jesus, fuck, I’ve gotta get rid of this smell. I’m so fucking hot,” your voice gets smaller as you speak. You can’t think straight but head towards the bathroom, unzipping your tac suit and pulling it from your arms as you go. You slam the door and lock it. You turn the cold water on full blast and nearly fall over in your haste to get your suit off. The frigid spray helps for a few moments and you revel in it, but soon another type of heat begins to take over. Your clit throbs and when you place your hand between your legs, your wetness coats your fingers. The shower stops bringing relief and instead, the water coursing down your body seems to only make you hornier. You give in to the need that takes hold and circle your clit. It feels amazing and it takes only a couple of minutes for your orgasm to break over you. You  bite your lip to hold in the moans, not wanting the asshat on the other side of the door to hear you. 

Your body has a moment of relief but then the heat builds again, even quicker this time. You dip your fingers inside of you in a desperate attempt to stop it. The second orgasm you managed to pull did little to help your body and your fingers keep working furiously to bring another in hope of relief. Your moans are spilling from your lips without a care now. You just need to get this to stop. You’re disturbed when the door rattles and a fist bangs loudly. 

“Open the door! I need to get in there,” Bucky bellows. 

You wanted to scream at him to go away but you could barely form words. You hated the stupid supersoldier from the moment you met him. He questioned your every turn. Whether it was about your skill, experience, or motives. He never lets you get through a single conversation without making you feel like a lesser part of the team. 

“Goddamnit, let me in!” He yells more loudly. 

Nothing your hand was doing was helping any longer. You couldn’t think straight and, before you can make a move or form a thought, the door splinters open from a kick. A very naked Bucky comes through the door and your eyes widen as you see his cock standing at attention. He steps into the spray of the cold shower and growls. His hand works his cock furiously while his other rests on the tiles. His head falls forward as he lets the cold water fall down his back. You stand behind him, your hand still between your legs. 

“Fuck, what’s happening to us?” you whimper as you lean your feverish forehead onto his back. The cool water does nothing to help but where your skin touches his tingles with relief. Abandoning all pride, you press your entire body to his and the fever seems to cool wherever you touch but your clit throbs even harder. Your cunt weeps, begging for attention.You rub yourself against him, your nipples pebbling at the contact with his back. 

With a growl, Bucky turns around and you quickly back up to press your back against the wall of the shower. He stares at you, breathing hard. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble in your haze, “I don’t know what’s happening. I’m so hot and-” 

You gasp as Bucky bends down, grabs your legs, and drags you up the tiles. You squeal and reach for any handhold as he puts your legs over his shoulders and attacks your clit with his tongue. 

“Oh, fuck!” You scream as one hand lands on the ceiling to help you balance and the other buries in his hair. His tongue swirls over your clit expertly. His hands squeeze your ass as he gorges himself on you. It doesn’t take long for you to buck your hips as you come all over his face. As he sets you down, you squeeze your thighs together but your body simply screams that it wants more. You stare at each other, breathing heavily. “It’s not working. Nothing helps,” you whimper, tears forming. It’s obvious by watching him that this is affecting him almost as much as you. His supersoldier serum must be helping him but he was burning just the same. 

Bucky sighs as he steps closer to you. He presses his forehead to yours with his eyes closed and whispers, “I think there’s only one thing that’s going to help.”

You put your arms around his neck, “Just do it!” You wrap a leg around his to encourage him and he lifts you up. He presses your back into the wall as he lines himself up with your entrance. He paused there for a second as if he was fighting himself. “Please, Barnes, please! I need it!” You can’t believe you’re begging the man you hate to fuck you but your body was demanding it and if he didn’t you were sure you would burn to death. If you had been thinking straight, you would probably prefer to burn but, at this moment, you wanted nothing more than to be filled. 

“Goddamnit,” he whispers as he presses in. Your body bows with pleasure. 

“Yes! Yes!” Your voice reverberates off the tile walls as you shout with relief. He begins to pump and your body trembles with each motion of his cock. He grabs your ass as he pounds into you and you know he’s as lost in the meeting of your bodies as you are. Your cunt flutters around him, pulling him in, begging for him to come inside of you. Your rational mind has gone completely silent and you are filled with only carnal lust. Every motion of his hips takes you higher and it’s all you want. “Don’t stop,” you grip his shoulders harder. 

“Fuck,” Bucky grunts. He couldn’t stop if he wanted to and, truth was, this was the best thing he’d felt in a long time.

“Oh, God, oh, God, I’m- yes!” You release a long, high-pitched moan as you come. Your pussy grips his cock as his hips stutter. He comes with a long moan that makes you clench around him more firmly. You stay there for a few moments, catching your breath, and blessedly your body finally starts to cool. You release your legs from around his waist and he gently sets you down. You can’t look at him and instead maneuver yourself back under the cold spray. You rinse off quickly and step out of the shower. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you exit the bathroom to find your pack and some clothes. While you rifle through your pack, you feel your temperature creeping up again and then you double over from the intense wave that rolls over you. “No, no, not again,” you whisper to yourself. You look over to the broken bathroom door where Bucky still is and consider your options. Sex had given you the relief you needed but it was short lived. Your mind runs amuck with questions. What the hell was that powder? What was it doing to you? How long would this last? How many times would it take to stop this heat from trying to burn you alive? Was sex really the only relief you would find? Another pang hit and knocked the breath from your body. You were gasping in pain when an arm picked you up around your middle. 

He was still wet from the shower and hadn’t bothered to dry off. The pains had hit him and he went to the only place he knew he could find relief. He carried you to the small bed in the house and set you down on your hands and knees. He grips your hips tightly and pauses for a moment as another rush of heat spreads over him, “I need-”

“Just do it,” your words come out in a rush, pressing back into him. 

He enters you without preamble. Pulling you back to meet each motion of his hips, his moans give evidence of the pleasure and relief that the connection brings. You reach under you to play with your clit, trying to bring your orgasm on more quickly. Each of Bucky’s swift thrusts has you crying out with pleasure and he moves your hand away to bring you to orgasm himself. He wanted to feel you clench around him as you had before. 

“Oh, fuck, just like that,” you whine, “Just like that, don’t- don’t stop, oh, fuck.”

Bucky moans as he feels your cunt flutter around his cock with your orgasm. The sounds you release are a hit straight to his cock and he comes hard, thrusting with each spurt into you. Breathing heavily, you both collapse on the bed. You lay on your side facing away from him while taking stock of your body. The relief you felt with your orgasm was short lived as heat began to build again after only a few minutes. 

You feel like crying as your body radiates waves of heat. You turn over to face Bucky. He is lying on his back, his metal arm slung over his eyes, and his right hand fisting his hard cock. You make your decision quickly. Pulling his hand away, you straddle him and guide his cock inside of you. You move your hips slowly, hoping that perhaps if you stretched out the sex, it would keep the pain at bay longer. His hands grip your thighs as you rock slowly, his head is thrown back with eyes tightly closed. You looked at him for a moment and still couldn't believe that of all the teammates this could happen with, it had to be this asshole. When you first met him, you thought he was hot as fuck but as his personality (or lack there of) reared it’s ugly head you found him less and less attractive. Your anger at the situation grew as you rode him and you found yourself leaning forward, chasing your orgasm to just get this over with. 

“Oh, fuck,” Bucky bucks up into you, causing you to cry out. He repeats the motion over and over again until your body spasms around him. He comes with a grunt as he watches your face contort with pleasure. You collapse on his chest without looking at him. You wondered if keeping your bodies connected would keep the heat from returning. 

“Are you okay?” Bucky asks softly. 

You sigh weakly as you felt the now familiar warmth beginning to spread, “I was hoping…” You let out a frustrated grunt, “I was hoping if we stayed touching it would be enough. But it’s starting again.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Bucky acknowledges his own heat building. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“You don’t know that. You can’t know that,” you grouse.

“I think… I think this might be a pheromone or something Hydra created to force procreation. I heard of the experiments but they abandoned it when it didn’t produce the results they wanted.”

“Which was?” You ask as your hips make slow circles. You can feel his cock quickly hardening inside of you. 

“Naturally born supersoldiers,” Bucky strains out the words. 

“So, we’re gonna have sex until we die or what?”

“Usually wore off in a few hours but until then…” he trails off as he gots lost in the sensations. 

“Fuck,” you groan, partially out of frustration, partially from the pleasure his thick cock was producing. 

“Basically,” Bucky says and you surprise yourself by laughing at the droll comment. You are even more surprised a second later when Bucky rolls you under him. He buries his face in your neck as he pulls your leg up higher and thrusts. You throw your head back as the pleasure begins to build again. 

“Harder,” you whimper. 

Bucky complies immediately and you whimper with each stroke. Grabbing onto him, you get lost in the feeling of his cock pounding into you sharply. You were glad that he at least was decent at this. Or was it that whatever the damn contaminant was made everything feel amazing? You were getting close with the steady way he fucked you and words started to pour out of your mouth. You were usually quite vocal in bed but hadn’t wanted to give Bucky the satisfaction. Now, you couldn’t stop yourself. 

“Oh, god, it’s so good. Don’t stop, right there. It’s so fucking good. Oh, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna- fuck!” You let out a loud moan as you come hard and Bucky’s hips work even faster as he nears his own end. When he comes on a broken cry, your body revels in the feeling of him emptying himself in you.

The rational side of your brain sounded far away but was still screaming at the situation. In a moment of it managing to take hold, you push Bucky off of you and roll away from him. Breathing heavily, you pray that this is over. Surely, this was enough to satisfy anything. You will yourself to stay cool, to not allow the heat to return, to hold onto any shred of sanity you can find, but despite it all, the heat built again. You felt like screaming but you knew that nothing you did would help. You turn back to Bucky and say frustratedly, “Ready for another round?” You can’t meet his eyes but you knew neither of you could handle the pain and heat. You needed each other. 

Bucky turns to you, “Hey.” He waits, wanting you to look him in the eyes but you just stare at his chest. “Hey.”

“What?” You say waspishly, still refusing to meet his gaze.

“Never mind,” he says as he grabs you and pulls your back against his chest. His cock nudges you from behind and you maneuver your hips to allow him entry. His thrusts are quick and sharp but his fingers on your clit are pure magic. He’s learned your body quickly but instead of leading you straight to orgasm this time, he works you to the precipice and then backs off repeatedly. You understood what he was trying to do. He was trying to prolong the sex in hopes of not having to come inside you any more than he already had but it was as if your body only got angrier with each denial. 

“It’s not working! Just let me come!” You finally cry out, your frustration having reached its breaking point.

“Say it,” Bucky growls.

You wrack your muddled brain trying to grasp what he wants and latch on to the only word you can find, “Please!”

“No, say my name.”

You would normally reel angrily at a command from him but the effects this powder had on you makes you compliant from need. You stutter as your tongue tries to cooperate, “B- Barnes.”

“No,” he says darkly, “Say it.”

“Bucky,” you grind the word out through your teeth. You had never once called him that. It had always been some variant of his last name. You felt even more vulnerable now.

Bucky doesn’t utter a word but he moves his hips faster and his fingers do their job. When you finally come, your whole body spasms and you scream. The sound was foreign to your ears but the orgasm just kept going. You fluttered around Bucky’s cock, milking him of cum. You stay in that position for the next two rounds of sex. Then you got on top again to give Bucky a break but this time you faced away from him. You couldn’t look at him. When you had rode him to two orgasms and yourself to utter exhaustion, he turned you on your stomach to fuck you again. You lost count of the number of times you had sex. More orgasms than you’d ever had in your life were accomplished and you didn’t have any clue how many times he came. You fucked until you both passed out. 

Waking up fourteen hours later, you felt as if you had the worst hangover you’d ever experienced. You glance at the spot Bucky had been in but he was gone. On the table by the bed was a couple of bottles of water, a protein bar, and a bottle of pain reliever. You raised your eyebrow at the items but just shrugged as you tore into all of them. You notice your pack is by the bed and you get up to put clothes on. The first thing you notice is the soreness between your legs but really your whole body hurts. You listen for a moment but don’t hear anything in the house. Peeking out the door, you see the empty living room and slip into the bathroom. You shower quickly, trying not to remember what happened in the small space just yesterday. 

You jump when a knock sounds while you are dressing. You call out, “Yes?”

“Exfil will be here in five minutes,” Bucky says through the broken door. 

“I’ll be right out,” you say. Your stomach is in knots. You can’t imagine facing him after everything. Would he act like nothing happened or gloat like the asshole he is? You wonder if you will ever be able to look him in the face again. You look at yourself, surprised that you still look the same as you did yesterday because you know you’ll never be the same again. But you didn’t have time to dwell on that. Now, you had a jet to catch.

Part 2

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[playstation-dreamcast]

Hi, I'm like drowning in Resident Evil brainrot, so like:

Have Some Random Headcanons About Resident Evil Men~

I can't explain most of these, we're just going purely based on vibes. We're serving Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy, and Carlos Oliviera. Kinda X Reader? Idk bro

ALBERT WESKER:

Starting off Strong and controversial with this one. I think Wesker has a major sweet tooth. I think he likes creamer with a dash of coffee, and keeps hard candy in his desk. My man was deprived of sweets as a kid, now that he can have em he's kinda obsessed

I also think he gets frequent headaches. He tends to just "push through" them until they evolve into full on migraines, and even then he keeps going until he physically can't

I think he likes to pebble. He leaves small gifts at your desk and when you ask him about it he acts completely oblivious. But, ya both know

I think he's a major David Bowie fan. I think The Man Who Sold The World is his all time favorite song, and I also think the irony about that is lost on him

I think he's PDA adverse and incredibly touchstarved. This weird dichotomy has led to him being honestly really cold in public, and a straight up velcro boyfriend in private

I think secretly, deep deep down, he wants a family. He wants to build thr family he never had and get a taste of the domesticity he has been locked out of since birth.

That being said, he's never gonna do that shit. He's a busy man, with ambitions far greater than the suburbs. There's no room for white picket fences in his future. But, they'll always have a spot in his daydreams

His love language is words of affirmation. Both giving and receiving

He sleeps light as hell. A spider skittering just a little too fast could wake him up. Not just wake him up, but jolt him fully awake and in fight mode. He's a man with far too many enemies to get a deep sleep

He has himself convinced that he only keeps you around for "creature comforts" if you catch my drift. And he makes that clear, he's not trying to lead anyone on. That being said, literally every single one of his worst nightmares are about losing you. And he keeps you close as often as he can. And you're the only person other than him thats spent the night in his bed! But, ya know, it's casual

He's never been casual about anything in his entire god damn life

I think that he's panromantic, but more on the gray ace/demisexual side of things when it comes to all of that. Sex is far far to vulnerable for him to do with just anyone, he's gotta trust you to get naked in front of you babes

CHRIS REDFIELD:

Okay so I feel like when we talk about Chris, we tend to forget the les paul that he had just chillin' at work

That being said, I think Chris was in a band when he was in highschool. And they were not NEARLY as good as they thought they were. Three Arm Sally didn't go anywhere for good reason

I also think he was a running back in highschool, but that's not what we're talking about right now

I think Chris would make you mix tapes to show he cares. And once mix tapes died, he started making you playlist. He's not the most in touch with his emotions, this is part of how he understands them

I think while he used to genuinely be a really good guitar player- he's since fallen out of practice. He's not as good as he once was, but he'll still strum a little to try and calm himself down on particularly rough nights. 60% of the time it works 100% of the time

He has genuinely the worst caffeine addiction you've ever seen. It's damn near tragic dude. We're at the point where it might be better for his health for him to just pick up a coke habit. He's on his 4th monster and it's 9 am

That being said, he and his bed are currently not on speaking terms. Sleep? He doesn't know that bitch. This is how he avoids The Horrors™️

Chris is more of a cat guy than a dog guy and I'm tired of pretending like he's not. He appreciates how independent cats can be

I think Chris started smoking when he turned 16, but stopped around 2004 when he started hitting the gym seriously. He needed the lung capacity. That being said- he lit up a cigarette the moment the credits rolled after RE5. He picked that habit right back up

He will never ever say this out loud, but he loves to be held and to cuddle. Intimacy/emotional vulnerability (or, at least the safety to be emotionally vulnerable) is incredibly important to him with a long term partner. He's got a lot of soft parts still healing, he's gotta know you're going to take care of him if he takes off the armor protecting them

It's also incredibly important to him that any SO he has gets along with Claire. You don't have to be best friends or anything, but she's his only family- so she has to approve. Thankfully, Claire thinks you're a delight

Dispite what the memes may tell you, Chris has NO DESIRE to continue the Redfield bloodline. He can't bring himself to bring a child into a world so dark and unforgiving. And like, beyond that he's like- 67% sure that whatever gunk is going on in his head isn't just from trauma, and he's not risking passing that on to his offspring

LEON S KENNEDY:

He's a recovering Emo Kid before emo kids were even a thing. MCR is one of his favorite bands. He sings the line "Fuck Like A Kennedy!" With his entire chest when he's singing Na Na Na

Movie buff! His favorite movie is Fight Club, purely for the critique of how society conditions men to believe violence is the only way to show masculinity, and for the gay allegory. It is NOT because he wants to be Tyler Durden. Please, you have to understand, he knows the optics of liking this movie, but he's not like that he swears, PLEASE-

I think he's bisexual. Now, we all basically agree on that. But I also think he's incredibly suave and charismatic completely on accident. It all falls apart when he actually tries to flirt. Doesn't matter the gender, he's going to fumble the bag 70 percent of the time, and the other 30 are people who are there inspite of how awkward he is

He needs something to do with his hands, especially in important meetings. He's a chronic doodler as a result. You remember those girls in middle school who drew hyper realistic eyes instead of taking notes in their notebooks? He was one of them

My man is so, so jumpy. And by jumpy, I mean punchy. Make yourself known before you get too close. You have been warned

He struggles with communicating and emotions like the others, yes. But after the events of Vendetta he realized he was at rock bottom, and finally took Hunnigans advice and got some therapy. So, he's much more open and willing to talk about his feelings to try and figure them out. He ain't the best at it but by God he's trying

He's a bottle blonde. Argue with the wall about it, I know im right. You can reliably track his mental health by the state of his roots

I think he kept in contact with Ashley after the events of RE4. I think she slowly got over her crush on him, realizing that was probably more the suspension bridge effect than genuine attraction. And as such, they developed a sibling like bond that's very important to him

Leon is the most oblivious dude at the function. People have flirted with him just for him to completely miss it until hours later more times than he can count. Once at the club, a woman casually dropped to him that she was a sub. He asked her what subject she taught.

As such, he doesn't have much experience with long term relationships. At least not healthy ones. He's awkward, and he has more than a few red flags, but again- refer to point 6, he's in therapy babes. He's working on it- bear with him

Carlos Oliveira:

He likes to act like he's a "big scary manly man" but dude is a total softie. He's a walking teddy bear dude

He's the type of guy to randomly buy you flowers because they "reminded him of you." He's a romantic by nature

Now, he Can be charming and smooth. It's his natural state actually. He Chooses to be cheesy and lame. It's a way of life for him. He's doing this for pure love of the game

It's incredibly important to him that you can protect yourself. It's why he bought you this gun. And you can bet your ass he's going to show you how to use it

I know a gamer boy when I see one. We can smell our own. I think it's his favorite hobby. His favorite thing when he comes home is to sit you on his lap and have you guys play games together. Couch co-op, his beloved

I think he was raised Catholic. Again, we can smell our own. That being said, he definitely doesn't consider himself to be of the faith anymore. Though, he does still catch himself crossing himself from time to time

His guilty pleasure is Anime. That's right, you heard me, Carlos Oliveira is a huge fukin nerd! His toxic trait is being a "Goku bodies every fight" truther. God help him

He's had big dogs all his life, his home just doesn't feel like his home without one. Don't worry though reader, he's also incredibly talented when it comes to training them. They're not going to maul you unless he tells them too

The man absolutely "hates" reality TV. Hates it sooo much. He's just standing in the living room for no reason. No, it's not to watch the TV! Can a man not stand in his own livingroom?!...But uhh, anyways, so what's going on with Clara and her man?

His love language is of course quality time. He just wants to be near you. It doesn't matter if your quietly reading a book while he plays a game, as long as you're in the room with him, he’s happy

Well, uhhh anyways. All that being said, if you liked these, requests are open!!

[the-s1lly-corner]

Being new to Gardenview

Aka "I had fun writing the long slender mansion posts that I wanted to do something similar with other fandoms

Note that requests are still limited to 3-4 characters max

Notes: reader is gn, toon reader, vague what the readers interests are unless implied otherwise for a character, you're freshly baked, pre game, no pebble or coal, you came around Christmas for the holiday toons anyone else can be any time of year, platonic for everyone since you're brand spanking new, long post, written on mobile, couldn't tag everyone but everyone is here minus pebble and coal

CWs: none

DANDY

He's probably the first one to greet you, honestly. He's like... THE toon. The show is named after him, he's the poster boy after all!

Surely he won't be at least a little annoyed that someone already beat him to the punch.... right...? Right??

He's a very busy toon, not only is he a main but he's also again, THE main. Getting to talk to him for more than a minute while there's visitors is nearly impossible... but he'll be sure to drop by your room for a hello once everything calms down for the day! ...maybe...

ASTRO

It's not that he's overstimated- mostly- it's just that he's tired by the time the day is over with... so it'll take him a while to approach you to welcome you... and he may seem out of it if you approach before he's ready

He's nice! A little accidentally... distant.. but he truly is happy to see a new toon added to gardenviews lineup. Who wouldn't be happy to have a new potential friend?

Ignore how he's seemingly nodding off where he stands... ts not that you're boring. He's simply a little sleepy...! You'll have to get used to that..!

VEE

Oh cool, a new toon. She's not going to be all over you but she's not going to ignore you if you come say hi. Small talk before she's swept away by the visitors.. or you're snatched away

If you seem like the smart type she might just invite you onto her show... she's not usually so quick to let someone on but what the hell! Who wouldn't want a new face to spice things up!

She is quick to set some boundaries up of you're pushing buttons or pose any risk to her techy bits

SHELLY

She doesn't let the fact you didn't notice her at first effect her... at least not outwardly. She's more forgiving in this instance anyways, you did just arrive afterall

Gives you a nice welcome- she's just happy to have someone new to talk to... if you ever want to have a nice camera hang out she's your girl to go to..! Just.. don't forget that she's just a call away..!

There's more time to talk to her during the day due to her being not as popular as the other Mains :( or even some of the non mains...

SPROUT

Oh heeeeeeeey you! He's probably already heard about you! If not from another toon than through one of the handlers!

He's not gonna be all over you but he's at least going to make you feel welcome enough- at least a normal amount of welcoming! He doesn't strike me as the type to be overly buddy buddy with a new toon just because they've just come out of.... wherever the toons are made...

He does seem to perk up a little if you express an interest in the ktichen... common ground can go far!

BOXTEN

It takes him a minute to approach you... he's gotta work himself up to it- he's not the boldest toon out there.. and he seems a little proud of himself that he didn't stumble over his words...! He will be overthinking his first impression later that night though...

The fact you're getting swarmed also puts him off a little... it's just so many people- it's overwhelming. Makes him wonder how he pulled through the initial hype when he was new.. silently sympathizes with you- tried to quietly give you reassurance from across the room but the voice in the back of his mind tries to tell him it looks like he's mocking you

He doesn't really talk.. not really a rambler either, especially with an acquaintance... but he does take note of any questions you have and tries to direct you to who could possibly help you once it becomes clear that he might not be the best fit

BRIGHTNEY

Her light burns a little brighter when she catches a glimpse of you... she didn't think she'd be seeing you so soon!

Wastes no time in walecoming you to gardenview, and hardly any time to bring up the boom club to see if you're interested... if you are, great! If not, that's okay!

If you ever need a hand to keep track of what you need to do and how things work around here she's more than happy to draw up a list for you and give you a hand where she can!

CONNIE

Oh she probably knows about you already... she's sneaky like that...! She's just trying to get a feel for your vibe before revealing herself. Totally. Definitely. Mhm!

She can't help herself- it's always so fun spooking new toons who don't know about her ability yet- she doesn't mean to be.. well, mean..! It's just funny!

She's got like... details on everyone! She's your gal to go for some gossip or to figure out what everyone else's deal with... though she may be biased against/for some toons so it's best to do your probing yourself to form your own opinions...

COSMO

He doesn't carry Boxtens shyness so he is more likely to approach you within a shorter time frame if you end up in the same area! He may trip over his words but that's just because he wants to make a good impression..!

If you ever need a little pick me up you can find him in the kitchen! Alongside Sprout and maybe Boxten-- and if it's the holidays ginger too...! It's a real nice place to hang out that's not too overstimulating-!

Similar to Boxten he will attempt to guide you to anyone who could help you with anything- except he's likely to physically bring you to someone or someone to you than simply... telling

FINN

Bold of you to assume he's not going to open up with a joke. "OH it's so nice to sea you," he'd wave but he wasn't sure if you'd he able to see him over the stream of visitors!

If you can bare through his constant puns he's actually not that bad. He's nice. Passionate about his interests- and of course he's going to be asking about yours!

Moderate popularity with the visitors so you can hang around and talk to him when you're not getting swarmed. He does share a good laugh about it with you- you'll get used to the attention... or find your footing once the hype dies

FLUTTER

Oh she's right by your side the second it looks like you need a breather from the swarm of visitors- you can come decompress with her until you need to get back out there..!

She's kind... a good listener. You're not sure how you can understand her when she's yet to speak a single word but you feel she's already been questioned about that a lot.. you don't want to possibly pester her with it

She lingers around you until closing to help you get through the day and the sea of visitors!

GIGI

She's friendly..! Really she is..! It's just that freshly baked toons can sometimes be fun to mess with... and she's taken a page out of Connie's book... she's not going to be a bully but she won't be able to help herself- telling you that you should totally do (x) which definitely won't make you look at least a little silly

You... might want to keep an eye on your belongings. She's usually not mean enough to nab someone else's things... maybe.. but by God the episode where she had to learn that lesson only slightly shook that habit

If you don't meet her through Connie, you'll be introduced to Connie through Gigi... as well as some other toons!

GLISTEN

Hes.. nice enough! Sure he may be... well himself.. but he's not going to ignore you if you approach him for help... though he is just a hint envious of the crowd you've made for yourself- but he's not going to fault you for it. Makes him miss the days where he was brand new and had all the attention

He's at least a little interested in finding out what your deal is... even if he's waiting to properly introduce himself- and he's definitely going to make a little show of it to make sure you don't forget his name!

Not intense.. but he does mellow out over the next few times you bump into each other once the desire to impress the newbie backs off a bit

GOOB

He's like an excited puppy when you meet each other! A new toon! Yay! A new friend, hopefully?

He's very physical- he doesn't mean to make you uncomfortable... if he is making you uneasy just say the word and he'll back off! He's not the best with subtle cues...

Oh oh oh you've gotta come with him to go meet his sister! Oh oh and you've gotta meet- you're going to meet so many toons through him...

LOOEY

Oh! New guy (/gender neutral)! He... actually doesn't lean into the clown act during an introduction. At least he doesn't rely on it- he definitely slips in a few jokes here and there if there's time but he's more focused on getting names exchanged and overall having a quick chat before he needs to go back to performing with the rest of his circus act

He's more than happy to let you come watch those acts! It'll give you a place to unwind after such a busy day! Or... if something calmer is more your style, he'll direct you to other toons

Generally a sweetheart- his cheerful demeanor comes in handy when meeting someone new- child and toon alike!

RAZZLE & DAZZLE

POPPY

Wastes zero time in introducing herself- even if you don't end up being friends in the future she's going to make sure you at least have fun on your first day

She introduces you to other toons as you come across them- she's real... bubbly. Pun only partly intended! She's going to make sure you meet just about everyone- or as many toons as possible!

And of course, she makes it clear that you're always welcome to come hang out with her and her group of gals- she'll make sure to put in a good word for you!

Similar reactions different energies! Razzle is more upbeat and open to talking. He tends to take the lead... not that he doesnt let dazzle speak of course. Dazzle also greets you! He's just lower energy

You're always welcome to their stage... or their room... if you express an interest in stories or books, Dazzle may tell you about Brightneys book club! Maybe he can help you get in... will be embarrassed if you tell him you already knew about the club

You do end up making a lot of friends through each of them- they both have their own groups of friends so double the introductions!

RODGER

A warm and polite welcome! He may ask a few questions... ice breakers mostly... and also because, well... you know...

You may or may not be spared from an interrogation- really it depends on how guarded you are with new people... and what all is going on at the moment- hes not the most popular toon but you're new... you're definitely going to be swarmed until the hype dies down

You... get the feeling it's going to be hard to keep secrets to yourself for long with him around... maybe... surely he'd respect boundaries and privacy (he does!) (At least he fully does when there's no mystery that may or may not put others in danger)

SHRIMPO

SCRAPS

She's not as... excitable or cheerful as her brother. She's definitely still cheery but she's more reserved about it. If you need a break from the visitors she can try to snag some away with the promise of arts and crafts so you're not all smothered

Arts and crafts is actually a gold way to open up to someone- a great ice breaker activity! So of course she's also going to invite you to come make something alongside her brother and toodles! It's a nice wind down activity after closing and before bedtime

Give her some time and she'll make you a welcome gift!

You hardly get a word in before he yells at you that he hates you already... you unfortunately don't know that that's his whole... thing.. so you don't know not to take it to heart or to not be confused

No like seriously what did you do you hardly introduced yourself- he cut you off after the first word... did you look at him wrong??

You quickly find out that he's just a hater, though... he's very open about his hatred for everything

TEAGAN

It doesn't take long at all for her to invite you to have some tea with her once the day calms down and all the visitors have left... it's all to get to know you better and make you feel more comfortable!

If you're comfortable with it, they will invite more toons... it'll give you a chance to get to know more of them! But if not... Teagans more than happy to just have it be the two of you

So so kind and patient with you as you get the hang of how everything works. If you ever need someone to talk to as you adjust to gardenview she's more than happy to let you vent to them

TOODLES

TISHA

It's not that she meant to ignore you... it's just that sometimes the visitors can be a little... messy... and it drives her nuts! But rest assured she will make it right once gardenview closes for the day and everything is cleaned up- and with Tishas speed and efficiency it won't take long after closing for her to stop by your new room!

Pleased that your room is- at least for now as you've yet to have a proper chance to make it a living space- neat and tidy... if you ever need a hand with things let her know... she'll at least let you know where the cleaning supplies are

You quickly pick up on a lot of tricks to get stains out and keep everything looking spick n span... Tisha is more than a little proud of herself that she's rubbed off on you

She's another easy one to get along with! There aren't many toons that Toodles outright dislikes or doesn't get along with

Talks... a lot... but that's to be expected from a kid.

You learn everything and nothing. The kid who's got dirt on everyone but doesn't have the mind to realize that it's dirt. Drops it randomly in conversation and moves on to something else like it was nothing... it's a little funny..

BOBETTE

Wastes no time at all in trying to become your friend- what's your favorite color? Music? When did you join Gardenview? What's your gimmick? She wants to know!

She's definitely gonna give you an extra gift this year for Christmas! Think of it as a "welcome to Gardenview!" Housewarming style gift! She WILL be watching you like a hawk to figure out what you like... as well as lightly interrogating everyone else for ideas

Genuinely so easy to befriend her. Not very judgy, very cheerful.. come decorate with her

GINGER

Oh... shy... she's shy... she doesn't avoid you but the first few conversations with you is... dry. Awkward. She really doesn't mean to make it that way it's just that she wasn't expecting to meet a new toon after being taken out of... where ever they keep the holiday toons

Not to mention you have a limited time to get her to warm up to you before having to put things on hold until next year... she really does try to befriend you or at least get to know you...!

Come join her with Cosmo and Sprout in the kitchen! You don't even have to bake..! You can help her decorate..! She becomes a ramblerer if you get her talking about an interest!

RUDIE

It's a Christmas miracle! A new toon has arrived! And he's definitely going to treat you like a gift... even if you were added to the toon roster before Christmas..

Not that he'd care all that much, a miracle is a miracle! And he's going to make sure you know his beliefs! Overall a joy to talk to even if he's caught up in the holidays

He is a little sad when he has to leave when the holidays end, but he promises he'll come talk to you the second he can again! He'll tell you all about what he did when he was away! Not much happens, but...!

[nekomaniac]

nasty dog ~ kyotani

characters: Kyotani x Bratty! f!reader content: (nsfw!!) Kyotani being controlling, toxic dynamic, tbh they're mean to each other, hate sex? make up sex? who knows! they're having sex though! degradation, rough, spitting, throat fuck, mating press, slapping word count: 2.4k a/n: i actually think kyo would be a GREAT bf so please disregard everything i'm about to say (lol) i promise i'll write sweeter stuff with him in the future, i just felt like writing a toxic couple

The one thing Kyotani loves most in a girl? How bad she can piss him off.

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Smoothing out your miniskirt in the mirror, you swipe another coat of black cherry lip gloss over your soft lips. Your boyfriend laid back on the bed, arms crossed and an irritated look etched across his face. You roll your eyes, not playing into his games.

"We're not gonna do this every time I go out." You state, smacking your lips together a few times in the mirror for good measure.

"No, just every time you go out looking like that." He grumbled lowly. Kyotani wasn't the type of person to hide his feelings and he certainly never shied away from telling you how he felt about your outfits. And this one in particular? Oh, he had some feelings about it. 

"Kyo-chan I looked like this when we started dating, I'm not gonna stop just because you want to be jealous that other guys think I'm hot." You toss a sharp look over your shoulder, only to be met with a sneer. "Oh would you stop pouting already-"

"I don't like when you dress like a slut." He states plainly with a hot glare, unmoving. You whip around to face him.

"Really? Why not, I thought that was your type?" Venom drips off your words, mock innocence in your tone. His eyes narrow lightly at your remark.

"Well I guess you're exactly my-"

"You finish that sentence and I won't be coming home tonight." You snap, deadly serious. He closes his eyes and breathes out a shaky, barely contained grunt. Slowly, you take menacing steps closer to the bed where he rests. "You're gonna sit there and wait for me to get home like the dog you are, Kyoken-chan."

"Don't call me that." He snaps, bristling at the derogatory nickname.

"Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it? Sit there and mope some more?" You give him a bored stare. "I swear you're the only man that would be pissed off to have a hot girlfriend." You sling your bag over your shoulder. "I'll be home after midnight, don't wait up." You wave at him behind your back haphazardly, walking outside and leaving him to marinate in his anger.

Pulling out his phone, he checks your location. As he watches the dot get further and further away, his emotions get more and more intense. He can play your game. He’ll let you sit at your little club with your stupid, bitchy friends for a little while, sure. But you would be coming home well before midnight.

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Tires screech outside, gravel and pebbles flying from underneath them as you whip back into the driveway. Then the slam of a car door. He can feel your seething anger as your heels click across the sidewalk, storming toward the front door. You slam it shut with a bang, the force of the motion shaking the walls.

"KYOTANI KENTARO-" Your voice slices through the charged silence and even though Kyotani didn't jump, he'd be lying if he said it didn't send a slight shiver down his spine. He lounges on the couch quietly, waiting for you to find him. "What the hell is your problem? Blowing up my fucking phone with shit like that!" You throw your bag down angrily, stomping over to the couch where he sits nonchalantly.

"You came home early." He states matter-of-factly, facing you calmly with the knowledge that he had completely ruined your night. “Thought you were gonna be out after midnight.”

"Oh you smug asshole! You actually think you won by doing that, don't you? Well here's your fucking prize!" You grab him by his collar and yank him to his feet, agitated beyond logic at this point.

“Well I definitely didn’t lose.” He sneers. You feel heat blooming in your face and a look that bordered on murderous flashed across your features. Just as he thought you were going to swing at him, you use all of your adrenaline-fueled strength to drag him back to the front entrance.

Slamming him up against the door, you smash your lips to his with bruising force. He takes in a sharp breath as his body collides with the sturdy rosewood before spinning and pinning you against it by your hips. His calloused fingers dig into your flesh, nearing the point of being painful. Your lips crash against each other, teeth clashing and low animalistic growls getting pulled from each of your throats.

With Kyotani it was always a fight for dominance; both of you were stubborn enough to not let the other have it. You bite hard into his bottom lip, opening your eyes just enough to shoot him a glare. He returns the favor with an equally heated scowl and a sharp smack to your ass.

"You think you're so fuckin’ tough don't you?" He snarls against your lips, hips grinding aggressively against yours as he keeps you firmly pinned to the door. "Have to remind you who's really in charge here-"

Without waiting for him to finish you spit into his face.

His movements halt for a second, a shocked expression flashing across his rugged features. You feel your heart pound in your chest, unsure of what was to come. You had always treaded a fine line with him, never knowing how far was too far. Somehow, a pit in your stomach told you that you had just pushed him to new territory, one you were completely and wholly unequipped to handle. 

“Open your fuckin’ mouth.” He growled, his voice came out gravelly and deeper than you had ever heard before. And. It. Lit. You. On. Fire. Before you had a chance to process his demand, you were shoved to the floor, your chin yanked up to face him. “I’m not fuckin’ asking you again.”

As you part your lips to offer him a sharp retort, it catches in your throat at the sight of him ripping off his belt with such aggression that his belt loops tear at the waistband. Shoving his boxers to the ground, his aching cock springs free and he wastes no time jamming it against your plush lips. He thought the sheen of his precum spread along your lips looked better than that stupid, sticky lipgloss you always wore out anyways. 

He glares down at you, his gaze as hot and suffocating as the heavy cock that slides down your tongue and settles deep in your throat with a well-timed shove. He lets you feel every second of lost air, the deprivation making your eyes well and blurring the edge of your senses.

“Crying already? Thought you were big and bad.” He growls down at you, giving you a second to catch your breath before railing back into your throat with bruising force. Kyotani had never been gentle, and he sure wasn’t about to start with a little bitch like you. Your hands grip onto his muscular thighs, attempting to ground yourself from the overwhelming sensation of him ramming down your throat. You smack at him weakly as you feel dizziness settling in from the lack of oxygen.

Pulling out quickly, he gives you a brief moment of reprieve, the scent of sweat and sex already hanging thick in the air as he drags you to your feet. Tossing you over his shoulder, he gives the fat of your ass a sharp smack, causing you to gasp out all over again.

“Can’t even handle a little throat fuck? Remember that the next time you want to get in one of these bitchy little moods.” He snarls, unceremoniously tossing you onto the bed. You pant heavily, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” You hiss, trying to sound intimidating but it falls flat as he reaches under your skirt, rubbing you through your panties. The growing wetness between your thighs spreads over the thin fabric as you fight the moan that threatens to spill from your lips.

“Truth hurts, huh, Princess?” He sneers. “Don’t try to act all tough now, you’re soaked through your fuckin’ clothes. Knew you liked being treated like a little whore.”

You grumble a protest, but it’s cut off by him bullying his cock deep into you with no warning. The familiar delicious stretch that keeps you crawling back to him takes over your senses and you allow the logical part of your brain to shut off. As much as you’d love to argue and deny every word that comes out of this brute’s mouth, there was a reason you couldn’t stay away from him. And that reason was thick and way longer than he deserved. 

Grabbing the underside of your thighs, he pressed them back towards your stomach, pinning you into a deep mating press. Your ankles hung limply by your head as he slammed into you with enough force to cause the headboard to smack into the wall. His heated gaze settled over you, scorching with anger and desire and you couldn’t help but shiver slightly. 

“Sl-slow down!” You croak out, head spinning from the mind-numbing slapping of his hips into yours. His thick tip going well beyond kissing your cervix, it felt much more like a hostage situation. Fuck he was so deep. It felt like he was touching spots you never knew existed with how he had you laid out. 

“Shut up and fuckin’ take it. Don’t want to hear that mouth again.” His hand wraps around your throat, his cock pistoning into you in a way that had you seeing stars. His grip is tight, definite, leaving no room to question his complete control over you at this moment. The relentless rutting of his hips against yours drawing pitiful moans from your aching throat. “You’re fuckin’ lucky,” He groans, “wouldn’t put up with your bullshit if this pussy didn’t squeeze me so damn tight.” 

His thrusts force the air out of your chest, his motions somehow getting meaner the longer he goes on. “God you’re such a bitch.I bet you were in the store trying on this slutty outfit, just trying to see which would piss me off the most.” He growls, fucking into you at a speed that made your head spin.

“A-ah… and? What if I was?” You try to speak through the moans that slipped out no matter how hard you tried to fight them. 

“Then I’ll make sure you fuckin’ remember not to next time.” He gives you a particularly mean thrust. Fucking into you with sloppy deep motions, it was as if he wanted to carve his place into your velveteen walls. As tough as he’d like to seem, he was bursting at the seams. You were squeezing him so tight and that smart fucking mouth was pushing him to his limit. “Who the fuck do you belong to?” He snarls, teeth gritted and bared.

“I don’t belo-ong to anyone!” You try to sound menacing, but it sounds more like a whimper with the way each rough lurch of his hips was absolutely wrecking you. Your eyes widen in shock as his hand collides with your cheek. It wasn’t particularly hard, especially given how strong you knew he was, but it was still enough to bring you back to reality for a moment. “D-DID YOU JUST FUCKING SLAP ME-” Your voice comes out shrill and incredulous. Another stinging smack lands on your cheek.

“I said who the fuck do you belong to?” He splits you in half on his cock, holding your thighs down with an iron grip. “Keep running your fuckin’ mouth and I’ll leave you a reminder for every time you sit down this week.” He growls, slapping against your ass with a rough smack.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-” You let out a shaky moan as he begins rubbing at your clit fervently.

“Who do I think I am? The only man who can fuck that shitty little attitude out of your smartass.” He spits onto your clit, the combined sensation of his brutal thrusts and relentless attention on your clit causing your toes to curl. “If you wanna cum you better say it.” He warns, his voice low and the permanent scowl he wears deepening.

“F-fuck! You, Kyo… I fucking belong to you!” You cry out as he bottoms out. The words trigger him immediately, him holding you still as he paints thick white ropes over your walls. You shiver under him as he thrusts through his orgasm, continuing to build yours. A sharp slap to your clit causing you to tremble as it begins to wash over you. Replacing his softening cock with three of his fingers, he jams them deep and curls them to hit your favorite spot with practiced precision. As quickly as his orgasm was over yours came, and with it several loud moans of his name.

As you come down with soft pants, you look up at him with glossy eyes. He meets your gaze, equally spent, his signature scowl softening slightly. Leaning down, he presses his forehead to yours tenderly.

“You okay, gorgeous?” He murmurs, all sharpness of his voice gone, just scratchiness and almost comforting tone leftover. You nod, a soft ‘mhm’ leaving your lips. “Let me take you to that club tomorrow. You can wear whatever you want. I’ll watch you, make sure you’re safe.” He grumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“And you won’t get into a fight again if a guy ‘looks for too long’?” You ask pointedly, already skeptical of his offer. Kyotani had a mean jealous streak, and one too many victims for your liking. You’d been thrown out more than once on account of his unruly behavior and perceived threats on your relationship.

“If a guy looks at all I’ll get into another fight.” He shrugs nonchalantly, the corners of his lips quirking up into a smirk. “But don’t worry your pretty little head about that. Your boyfriend’s strong, I can take it.”

“That’s not the point, Kyo… I don’t want to get blacklisted from another club.” You groan, but can’t help the giggle that leaves your lips as you hold your head in your hands. God he was annoying infuriating, but you can’t deny the way your heart flutters at the thought of his watchful eyes on you when you’re out. Having scary dog privileges was something you’d grown used to. You’d grown fond of it, maybe even dependent on it. “I love you…” You sigh softly.

“I love you, babydoll.” He kisses you again, more insistently. You knew it was a bad idea, but what other kind did Kyotani have? Guess it was time to start looking for a new nightclub to frequent because there was no doubt in your mind all of the bouncers would know your name by tomorrow evening.

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[clus444]

John Price vs H.O.A? More like H.O.E

The first part is the same as the snippet, and there will be an indication (RP) that the repeat part is done, but I recommend reading all of it. fair warning this is long to me.

Warning: Mature content, Despcritive words,

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John Price is a lot of things.

He is a captain of the 141. He's the man that people rely on to get home. Especially three men in particular. He has to be four steps ahead while you're at one. Not only are lives in his hands, blood, that cakes on his skin for however long it takes for them to evacuate. Every move he makes is calculated, not only for himself but for his team.

He is a friend when his boy's pride is too high to go to anyone else for help. They need someone to talk to but how can they when the aftermath of a mission is too much. He's the tough love, words of encouragement, or hell even drinks, whatever it takes to help them get up the next day. In some cases fight.

He is a husband to Y/n Price. He is her protector even when he's away. Call it obsessive but he'll be damned before his woman is left astray. But to focus more so on when he's home...Since the beginning of their relationship, he finds it easier to sleep with her around.

Whether he wraps her up in his arms to pass his warmth to her, as he knows his wife gets cold, or when she wraps him up when the world is too loud. Those were the days when the ringing was non-stop and he couldn't bear to get up. Though those were rare she still forced him to cut back on smoking.

He always thanks her when his body's personal alarm clock wakes him up before her. Like clockwork, John gets up at the ass crack of dawn. He takes that time to get important business matters out the way. But when the sun rises a light blue starts taking over as a sign for the rest of the world to wake up.

He slides the covers off you and pauses his movements as you shiver from the cold. He notices your nipples tense as a reaction as well. He licks his lips like a hungry beast looking at his prey. He takes the straps of your silk nightgown and slides them down to reveal your breasts. He leans down and lightly pecks both nipples. Soft whimpers come out of her mouth.

John pushes his tongue out and he circles his tongue around the pebble. He takes his left hand and circles his pointer finger around her other pebble before, lightly squeezing. He pushes himself away and makes his way down to her wet cavern. He slides the dress completely off and my god was it slow. His patience is on a thin line with it.

He opens her legs and takes a whiff. It sends tingles from his head down to his dick. He rolls his tongue out to let spit that piled up roll off his tongue and dribble down to her folds. Not a moment later he goes in for the kill. He laps at your clit like no tomorrow and you jolt awake," F-Fuck!"

Let's come back to the main point of this.

John Price is a lot of things, but someone's bitch?

I think the fuck not.

(RP)

Imagine this... John is pulling up in his drive-through after a tiring day of training recruits. It seems this batch of 'em are as hard-headed as they come. Between sticking their nose and sometimes dick in things they shouldn't (Quite literally), and trying to find loopholes in any and everything.

He sighs as he turns off the car and leans back in his seat. He closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face. Soft lines on his face show the hard work and dedication he's put forth to his job. At the very least his job has granted him a week off.

He's gonna use that time to bury himself into forgotten hobbies and maybe his sweet juicy wife if she's feeling up to it. He grunts and hauls himself out of his truck. John landed on his feet with a soft thud. As he's walking up his pavement to his door he sees a white paper taped to it. He takes a second to survey his surroundings, trying to find anything suspicious. He runs through different scenarios in his head.

He sure as shit pays his bills on time so his pretty wife can have a roof over her head. All loose ends were tied and cut off from his previous mission but god help anyone that tries to reattach. He walks closer to his door, inspecting it cautiously. Call him paranoid but when you make as many enemies as him, he's sure they wouldn't go above lacing the paper.

Red lettering that read ' H.O.A' catches his attention. He grasps the paper, slightly crumbling it as he opens it.

H.O.A of Shefield.

8/6/24 Type of complaint: Written Warning/ fined

We regret to inform you that we will be charging you for 3 violations that you or someone in your household have been found guilty of.

$100- Not using the H.O.A garbage disposal that we kindly provide.

$75- Excessive amount of cars in the driveway/Lots of guest.

$50- Grass is the embodiment of needs help.

Total: $225

Any questions or concerns please make a report and leave it at the committee office.

Now john wasn't a sensitive man. He didn't cry when watching the boy in the striped pajamas, hell! He doesn't even get mad when the protagonist does something stupid in a horror movie. But like stated before John is a protective man especially when it comes to his wife.

How was this person who wrote this supposed to know that, and that his wife cut the grass for him as a way to give him a break. When he found out, he nearly had a heart attack and spanked that attitude right out of her (All in good fun). It feels like his whole body has taken offense to this paper.

But honestly, 225 dollars is nothing to John. It was more of the fact that this H.O.A. person had the nerve to want to make his family their new victims. Johns heard talk of the power-tripping H.O.As that were newly elected in office. His wife even had a run-in with them and he had almost given them a piece of his mind then and there. But his oh-so-lovely wife always wanted to be the peacemaker. He knew that this bud should have been cut the first time.

But you know what they say... Happy wife, Happy life.

John grumbles as he heads inside and looks for his wifey. His footsteps are heavier than before as he finally spots her. "John? What wrong-," He walks closer to her and picks her up to take her to the bedroom. When she lands she uses her elbows to hold herself up. She sees the wild look that takes over his features. She bites her lip.

He grabs the end of his shirt and yanks it off before quickly disposing of his pants, leaving him in his boxers. "That oll of this off," He gives her a hard look as he yanks her down by her legs. She takes care of her clothes as fast as she can but I guess she was too slow because in the end, he ends up tearing her panties off.

He palms himself as he looks over her bare body. Her soft, plushy thighs stay raised and open. " John-" he slaps the fat of her cheek and she shrieks.

"Did I say speak," He questions leaning down and she quickly shakes her head no. He raises a brow as if daring her to defy. He'd be lying if he said he hoped so but knew his good girl wouldn't. John runs his pointer finger through her folds. Feeling her slick on his finger as he plays with her a little, she lets out a moan. " I see you did as I asked," He starts fingering her with two fingers," Stretched yourself out for me, huh?" Her muscles tense as she responds, "Y-yes Captain."

He stops and brings his fingers to his mouth and cleans them. Her mouth parts as she watches him, she puts her hand over her breasts and squeezes. Her nipples tingle and she pinches them to keep the feeling going. He slides his boxers down and pumps his cock. Spreading the precum to slicken him up, she feels her hole clench as she watches him.

Her walls moisten up more to prepare for the beating she knows her pussy is about to take. She can already feel the delicious and painful stretch which causes her to get more excited. He takes his tip and moves it against her clit a few times before pushing in. She feels the air gets punched out of her as John tries to pushes his way through. He grunts at the feel of her gripping him like a vice. " Let... Me... In"His words match his long and deep strokes as he tries to fit more.

It sometimes amazes her that even with all the natural lube they both produce she still has a hard time taking it sometimes. With no patience to wait, John circles her clit with his thumb as he pounds at her pussy.

*pat pat pat pat*

The bed rocks from the strength of John's thrust. Y/n cries out as her back arches, her toes tightly curl and her nails dig into his back. "Captain," she moans as it feels like John's harsh thrust is digging for gold. He grunts and groans as he starts moving to hit the spongy spot that makes her see stars. "oo ooo oooo," her breath comes out in pants as she throws her head back.

"W- why are youuu... f-fucking me l-like thissss," y/n tries to get out as coherently as she can. John grins as he fills her tighten around him. A couple moans slip past here and there as his balls begin to tighten.

He puts her into a deeper mating press. Her hands are around the backs of her knees and her ankles land where her ears are. Their moans and grunts become tangled as one as he fucks her. " They have the audacity," He stops to thrust into her deeper," to make fun of my wife," He says it like he cant believe it even as the words come out.

He pulls out and quickly manhandles her onto her stomach. He pins her hips to the bed and grabs his cock to slide it back into her. Her moans sound like music to his ears. He lifts a leg onto the bed to fuck at a better angle. " Whoooo," she whines out as her hole clenches again. The pressure quickly built up in her lower abdomen.

" The fucking H.O.As! I'll show them the embodiment of needs help," He grunts as he takes them closer to the edge. His head leans back as he gets lost in her pussy.

" Fuck! Captain, Im comingggg, please, please," She begins begging. He speeds up and her hand goes to her clit to draw herself closer.

*pat pat pat pat pat*

Y/n cums first and the hand that was gripping John's back draws his blood. He lets out a couple more grunts before releasing and pushing all the way forward to plug his wife. They breathe heavily in unison and Y/n can swear that her body is floating. She starts fighting to close her eyes as a wave of fatigue washes over her. She holds tight onto John as he moves to start his aftercare," Stay please."

He nods and kisses her before laying on her chest and plotting against the H.O.As. He doesn't care how crazy it is. They think they can run people with their fines and threats that scare others. But he's seen true terror. Things that regular people would try to get him sent to the loony bin for. He's been up close and personal with the things children would call monsters and adults would call murderers.

To others, it may be fines and words on paper about his grass, the garbage disposal, and guess parking. But to him it's so much more. His wife rightfully chose another garbage company because they care about the environment and won't just dump it anywhere. His wife needs her friends because it can get quite lonely and who are they to isolate her! His wife, although warned to not do it again, tried her best to take care of his chores on the week that he failed to do so. Plus he'll be damned if he employed another man to take his job.

So yes, maybe it wasn't a big deal to others but John always hated those who abused their power. He had no problem telling people to fuck off and mind theirs.

So if I had to add to the list of things john is and ask his wife to weigh in.

It would be that John fucking price is crazy.

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How good did I just cook right now?

anywayssss hope you enjoy!!! I honestly couldn;t stop thinking about writing this i had so much fun.

Requests are now open!

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[mephsworks]

Too lazy to format this properly, so here’s a tiny thing about younger Secondo and Terzo (both are about 10 or 11 years old)

Warnings: kids being morbid and talking about gruesome fates in hell, hints of Secondo being interested in cannibalism if you squint.

It’s short, but I’m hiding it under a cut anyway

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Secondo rummaged through a bush, grabbing a pebble and throwing it at a tower of soda cans he set up, letting out a small huff from the intensity of his throw. He missed, the pebble flying over it and hitting against the brick wall of The Ministry’s building.

Terzo did the same, grabbing a larger rock and having about the same result as Secondo, though his stone just barely grazing over one of the cans.

“That was a close one.” Secondo commented, fetching another rock and repeating a throw, missing again with a sigh.

Terzo decided to go to the wall, grabbing the thrown rocks and collecting them, just to bring them back into a pile so the two wouldn’t have to look so hard for more rocks. “…Random question, but what do you think it’ll be like in Hell?”

Secondo shrugged, “I dunno. You know how some people believe in personal heavens? I think Hell would be personal.” He grabbed from the pile, throwing again, managing to knock down one can, “Yes!”

“What do you hope your Hell is like?” Terzo sat on the ground, content to just pick through the grass instead.

“I kinda hope I get to watch my flesh rot, or have my soul inhabit my body again during The End, so I can be a fully aware zombie while I eat the remaining sinners on Earth.”

“…Huh.” Terzo muttered, picking grass and piling it around him, making a sort of nest.

“What do you think your Hell would be like?” Secondo glanced at Terzo briefly before resuming his game.

“Really, I don’t know.” Terzo shrugged, “I guess I just wanna feel what it’s like to be torn apart by demons.”

“Dope.” Secondo grabbed a much larger stone from the pile, feeling like that would be his best throw. He wound his arm back and threw with all his might, a loud crash soon following. Both boys’ paled as their eyes widened, their bodies stiff as they stared up at the broken stained glass window ahead of them.

“…Dad’s gonna kill us.” Terzo whispered, a sharp exhale following as he let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

[rafedaddy01]

Part 3

It’s been two days and me and Rafe have spent every second together, it’s clear to me that he only wants sex and I’m okay with that. I’ve been wanting to experience my pleasure for a while and I’m glad it’s with him, he’s definitely preparing me for the real world

“What are you thinking, kitten” Rafes voice purrs in my ear as we lay in his bed, the sheets pulled over out naked bodies and his fingers stroking my bare arms which causes goosebumps to breakout

I take a deep inhale and exhale it, “oh nothing”

He flips me over so I’m straddling him and I can’t help but giggle, he makes me feel bubbly. I should really get ahold of my feeling this is simply just sex.

“I don’t think it’s nothing. Tell me” he says as his warm breath hits my neck and his lips leave new marks over the old ones.

I sigh contently before I speak “I was just.. just thinking about how great full I am to you for showing me more about what pleasure is”

“Oh we’re not done yet” he says as he grips my hips and his kisses travel lower to my breasts he licks the nipple and watches as it pebbles and he growls satisfied as he sucks on it and I grind my bare pussy on his cock.

“Oh” I moan as he moves to the other and bites it.

“You enjoying getting yourself off on my cock, kitten?”

Damn his dirty mouth is sexy, it makes my cheeks flush and my pussy clamp “yes” I say in a breathy moan

He brings its fingers to toy with my clit as his lips continue sucking every part of my breasts and neck

His other hand comes up behind me and toys with my back entrance “Rafe” I say in almost a whimper

“Shhh, it’s okay kitten. We won’t do anything you aren’t ready for” he continues flicking my clit and toying with my puckered hole and I nod my head as a rush of pleasure coarses through every part of my body

“I-I think I’m ready” I say biting my lip

He looks at my face and cocks and eyebrow, he’s fingers never let us as he smirks “I decide when your ready, understood?” He says a bit to sternly and my cheeks flush but I node

“Words baby” he says

“Yes, understood”

“Good”

He goes back to toying with both entrances and I whine “P-please Rafe”

“What do you need”

“I-I need to feel you inside me”

He chuckled as he pulls his hands away from my body and rests them behind his head “take what you need baby”

I feel a shiver go through my body but I pull myself together and grind down on his cock and I watch his smirk widen and I grasp his cock and align it to my entrance before sinking down and both of us groan

“Fuck” Rafe groans as I rock back and forth

“A-am I-I doing it right” I whimper as I move as little slower and feel his tip drag against my g-spot

“Your doing perfect, kitten” he says through gritted teeth.

A rush if confidence floods my body and I starts bouncing, my tits moving in his face as he watched every ounce of my body with a craized and lustful look

“Your so fucking perfect y/n” he says as he brings his hands to my breasts and squeezes them

“Fuck Rafe, you feel so good in me” I say as I pick up the pace and rake my nails down his chest, leaving scratched behind.

He pounces on me and grips my hips and hold me down before he thrusts up into me and my vision blurs “fuck!” And with that I cum and it drips down my thighs, Rafe follows shortly after and both of juices leaked out like a fountain.

Rafe wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his chest as my both catch our breaths, panting

He strokes my back and places a kiss to the top of my head. It’s more intimate than what we just did and I don’t know how to feel about it, tears fill my eyes but I refuse to let them fall, this is just sex right?

Rafe Cameron isn’t capable of having a girlfriend and let’s face it I’m not capable enough to be his girlfriend.

I lay on his chest with his limp dick still in me and think, what the hell am I gonna do?

Part 5

@f4ll-for-you @v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @eventualoptimism @drewstarkeysbae @sevenwivesofrafecameron

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

KINKTOBER DAY 1- MATING PRESS

Barbatos x AMAB!Prostitute!reader, raw dogging, cumming inside

Barbatos was getting tired of missionary.

As the loyal butler of the royal line, he didn't get much time to simply relax- let alone to fuck rough and nasty until his body couldn't take it anymore. So in the quickies he'd sometimes schedule with any random lucky demon, it was usually a matter of fuck and go. Kinks and performance be damned.

But hell.

A demon could only take so much before even the biggest cocks weren't doing it for him anymore. Being big wasn't enough; where's the technique? The hunger? The lust and need to devour the other, until there was nothing left but a living toy for one to fuck when they pleased?

Maybe he just wasn't bringing out that feeling in people anymore. Most demons were scared to even accept his requests these days, honestly...

The demon sighs, head low as he walks to the room. Hopefully, this time would be different.

It was part of his birthday weekend gift– a full three days off from work. And how did he choose to spend the first? Ordering a prostitute, of course.

'I'm gonna die.'

Sweat poured off your bodies by the bullets, plastering stray hairs to sweltering skin as heavy pants and heady moans filled the space.

The slap of skin on skin was a mantra within the four walls of the cheap hotel room; its weak bed groaning under the force of your movements, smacking the wall hard enough it'd surely leave a hole.

"Please, fuck," hic! "no more-" Barbatos' voice was a hoarse cry, throat raw from screaming for so long. With every stroke, you fucked deep into his core, abusing his prostrate and bringing fresh, hot tears to his summer-green eyes.

He was on his side; one leg over your shoulder, held there by your strong hand, with the other wrapped tight around your waist, muscles jumping and trembling from the strain of such pleasure.

His hands were everywhere. Clawing at the sheets, your thighs, your arms, even gripping desperately at his own lonely breasts, nipples pink and perky from the abuse.

His dick bounced in time with your strokes, pre and cum alike flying. You adjust yourself, going hard enough to drive his reddened face into the pillow, drool spilling carelessly out the side of his mouth, and Barbatos screams. His eyes roll to the whites as his back arches, his orgasm seeming to shred his nerves and white-screen his already foggy brain.

And you? While he's clamping tight around you again, dragging his claws through your skin and making thin trails of blood run down your arm? You, while he's senselessly fucking himself on your cock through his orgasm, as if trying to drain your balls dry. You, who's moved one hand to his blushed, crying cock, and the other to his pebbled nipple, working him through it all?

You, you're...

Bending down to kiss him on his mouth, tongue sticking out to play with his as you take him by his knees and push them up to his shoulders. His feet are high in the air, still arched from his orgasm. His moans are swallowed by your mouth, eventually fading out into small whimpers as you slow your hips to a stop.

Cum connects your hips to his ass in sticky white strands. It's gross, nasty even, but you find yourself loving it. Maybe even loving him. You can't help but feel like its a waste of cum though... he'd be better off stuffed full, really. So full of your seed he'd see stars. Left with no choice but to become addicted to your cock, and you'd fuck him like this everyday because he cant live without it anymore.

Fill him up just like this, everyday.

The idea blooms in your mind as he pants out little out-of-breathe 'thank you's'. His eyes were drooping, his breath slowing...

You push his legs tight against his shoulders. The gasping moan when you slam your hips into him again, somehow even deeper than before, makes your dick twitch hard.

You get no more than a few strokes in, but they're life-changing. He can see the bulge in his stomach as you go in and out, see the hunger and determination in your eyes. The tears are streaming again and stars are (indeed) dancing around his vision as he cums again, this time with you right behind him. You're at his core, his deepest point, and you cum right there inside him.

Barbatos isn't sure how he could get any fuller, but he did. And how good it felt, to be pumped full of warmth like this. Even when you pulled out and it drizzled down his asshole, he was happy. But when you fingered it back into his opened hole, your eyes lowered in concentration, free hand clutching his thigh in a vaguely possessive manner?

He fell in love.

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This wasn't as hard as I coulda gone, but I got all of October to write us fucking him better. Happy kinktober, enjoy!

[sapphicrot]

? Transfem Chasing Wind?

actually hold on wait ok yeah Iterators and gender is a whole ‘nother fascinating thing both because ROBOTS and RELIGIOSITY (plus I mean what else are you going to do for 20 thousand cycles OTHER than remake your body over and over again….

I mean this is actually an interesting subject that I should think about deeper but I’m tireeeddd

iterators and gender !!! yesss!! i really love the possibilities of how iterators could express their gender identities. are they just programmed with certain pronouns? do they start as a blank slate and choose as their personality develops? honestly we could go as far as to ask if their creators even had a concept analogous to gender as we understand it considering the magenta shaded citadel pearl mentions how Seventeen Axes, Fifteen Spoked Wheel was a “Mother, Father and Spouse,” (Or maybe they were just a genderfluid fashion legend). BUT for the sake of this analysis I’ll just act like their views on gender are at least somewhat similar to our own.

Okay funnily enough Chasing Wind is literally the most Cis Guy I have out of all of them LMAO. Like if you asked him his pronouns he’d look at you funny and go “he/him, duh??”.

But tbh I feel like it depends on the iterator, much like how I talked about them being attached to their puppet. When they’re being built their creators just use a certain pronoun to reference them (Pebbles’ creators using he/him to differentiate him from Moon, etc), and once the iterator comes into their own they can either choose to keep said identity or use different ones etc. Hell, some might switch them up every couple dynasties just because they get bored. There isn’t really a physical component to their gender, since they all wear featureless cloaks and are. well. yknow. immobile buildings and probably don’t have any stereotypically gendered components. Unless only girl iterators have an abstract convergence manifold or some shit /j. So really it just comes down to personal preference.

One of the main reasons I hc that Sig uses he/she/it is because of the scarf thing, actually. It shows some level of aesthetic decoration being added to his puppet, going out of its way to accessorize and express itself through clothing. Also I feel like Pebbles uses he/him because during the concept/construction process of him, his creators needed a different pronoun to use so they could differentiate him from Moon. However Pebbles is also just SO trans to me idk.

Also side tangent but I also fucking hate the idiotic argument around Suns’ pronouns, people seem to act that nonbinary people can’t use binary pronouns (COUGH LIKE ME COUGH), and that nonbinary people MUST use they/them, like congrats yall just created a third gender binary. Not to mention, I bet that if any other pronoun was being used (like if people were using strictly xe/xem or smth rather than he/him), no one would care because those are “nonbinary” pronouns, everyone knows that nonbinary people never use binary probouns !1!!1 /s. The whole thing just feels so fucking exorsexist and it pisses me off.

Anyways that was a tangent. Ngl I hate theorizing about gender cuz it just eventually devolves into me being like “hey why is any of this fucking real” LMFAO like it’s all so ridiculous. Honestly I barely really consider their genders while designing them, I feel like most of my designs could use any pronouns and still feel right (The cunty eyelashes I give everyone probably helps in that regard).

I’ve kinda lost the plot here so I’m just gonna say trans iterators go crazy hard there should be more of them.

[steveguyhi1243]

Summer Triangle Chapter 23

“Grunkle Ford, we’re okay! I promise!”

Mabel waited for Grunkle Ford to let her go before ending the call. By then, the shaking had largely come to a stop, with the aftershocks hardly registering as more than a light vibration. Most of the damage had been done downtown. At Candy’s house, all they had lost was a glass of water left on the table. 

“Stupid earthquake!” Grenda screamed, “Ruining my drinks!”

The earthquake had caught the trio by surprise. There they had been, packing up their things and getting ready to hit up the town, only for the ground to start shaking and glass to start breaking. Candy had her keys in the ignition and had been ready to go. They had only gone back inside to inspect the damage. 

“Everything else looks clear,” Candy replied, “I’ll clean up the glass. Then we go.”

Mabel and Candy pulled a broom out of the hall closet and quickly swept up the mess. After taking a few minutes to cuddle with Candy’s cats, Mabel decided that she was ready, and stepped outside into the oppressively muggy summer afternoon. 

“Was that your grunkle on the phone?” Candy asked while they hopped back into the car,

“Are they okay?”

“Yep. Just a few broken knick-knacks. They said Waddles was okay, and that’s all I needed to know!” Mabel replied, “He’s strong. He can get through anything.”

“What about your brother? Is he still sick?”

“Probably. I hope he gets better. We always watched the fireworks together. It sucks that he won’t be here.”

With pebbles crunching beneath the wheels, the trio pulled out of the dirt road and away from Candy’s comfortably-rural house, driving out into Gravity Falls as the town picked up from the day’s damage. 

A minty aroma drifted through the air. Already, residents were out mowing their lawns and sweeping up broken garden gnomes like nothing had happened. Had Mabel not been there, she wouldn’t have known that there had even been an earthquake. Gravity Falls was used to weirdness. A few cracked windows and toppled shelves had no skin off of their backs. 

“Where are we doing the fireworks?” Mabel asked, “I want to make something explode!”

“Hell yeah, that’s the spirit!” Grenda cheered, “Candy, take a left.”

Candy turned her head to the back seat, “Are you sure?”

“Trust me. I know what I’m doing. I’ve got some friends meeting us there. They’ve got the good stuff.”

“Are we setting off fireworks or selling drugs?”

“We’ll see where the day takes us!” 

The roads diverged into a yellow wood, where the thick pine trees gave way to a mix of maple and redwood. Leaves knocked over during an overnight rain shimmered on the ground below. Presumably broken during the earthquake, branches sat forlorn at the bases of trees, waiting to be picked up by the next curious woodland creature that passed their way. Squirrels and birds scurried into the safety of the brush as the car passed by. Candy drove slowly, squinting her eyes along the rustic road by the light of the midday sun.

“You’re gonna stay here for a mile,” Grenda said, “I told them to wave us down.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Candy asked, “I can hardly see on this road.”

“Yes. Just don’t bump us around. I spent my last paycheck on those fireworks!”

“So, what? We’re just going to camp here for the day and wait?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Isn’t it awesome?!”

“Sure…”

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[slugpunk-underground]

Did this sketch as a reference to a comment @phantick made on the first chapter of Ruling Under Your Skin which I found hilarious.

I have several other ideas for iterator centered fics. RUYS isn’t gonna involve shipping at all, (hell no) but I wanna do more romantic stuff in the future. So I’m gonna list some fanfic ideas I wanna write in the future.

“Do Iterators Dream of Electric Slugcats?” - A SliverMoon fic where while Moon is comatose, she is in a heavenly dreamscape where her and Sliver Of Straw do a bunch of fluffy romantic stuff. Saint is there too as Sliver’s pet. I got this idea while listening to “Man on the Moon” by Zella Day.

“Breaking Taboos” - I seriously need more t4t stuff so this is a t4t Ragequit fic. The Ancients designed both Five Pebbles and NSH to be female presenting iterators but they both realize they’re trans men. Five Pebbles in particular struggles with a ton of gender dysphoria but NSH helps him through it while also going through his own transition. If you’re wondering how robots are able to transition, it’s really not that complicated. They do things like reprogramming their source codes, rewiring their voice boxes to sound more masculine, as well as some welding and sanding for top surgery. The other iterators are very much supportive, especially Suns, who is openly nonbinary and is all like “Fuck what the Ancients expected from you guys. They’re long gone now!” Breaking Taboos is probably gonna be the one I’m most excited about writing.

[spiralinghours]

“Into the White” (Part 1/?)

Fandom: Saw franchise

Rating: PG-13 (for this part?)

Characters/Pairings: Mark Hoffman, Eleanor Bonneville (very mild Mark x Eleanor eventually, but I promise it will make sense), Brad, Ryan, mentions of Lawrence Gordon, John Kramer, Jill Tuck, and (a very dead) Adam Faulkner-Stanheight (or Radford or whatever his last name actually is)

Tags/Warnings: Obvious mentions of torture and/or murder, there’s a brief choking moment, Eleanor being a true crime girly, language, this eventually turns into a feedist thing fyi

Summary: Eleanor has been using her classmates, Brad and Ryan, to dig deeper into her Jigsaw fangirl explorations. What she discovers is unexpected.

Author’s Notes: Wrote this in a morning, “edited” over afternoon martinis. Any unchecked errors will be fixed later. Thanks to my bud on here for fostering this idea. It’s borderline crack.

New Jersey, 2008

Gnashing at his bubblegum with unease, Ryan held open the door for Brad as he trailed out of the cellar behind him. Where, in prior months, they may have descended into the subterranean matrix through the main hallways of the house, they now had to practice better discretion due to the threat of discovery by either the authorities or Dr. Gordon.

Dr. Gordon would have been worse for a few choice reasons, but that was a whole headache on its own.

“How long until he starts getting suspicious about, well, you know, Hoffman?” Brad kicked a sizeable pebble out of his path as he inquired. “He’s gonna know eventually. You know, ‘cause he’s not dead. And probably won’t be for a while.”

“He won’t know if he never checks on him himself. That’s our job.” Ryan clamped a reassuring palm to Brad’s back, loving and

annoyed, though he didn’t know how much he bought his own words.

“Someone’s gonna find all those pizza boxes.”

“Then we clean them up and chuck ‘em out during the next drop off.”

“Fucking 10th Street Pizza.”

They walked a little while in silence, minds clouded with a lot of to-do’s and what if’s overshadowing the fact that they were likely late for some class or other.

As if a psychic link had sparked between their clouded minds, they turned to each other.

“Eleanor is gonna come snooping around here eventually,” Brad sighed.

“She’s got, like, dozens of other Kramer properties to dig around before she gets here. Hell, she’s been gutting Jill Tuck’s farm out by the river all week.”

“She’s so fucking weird.”

“I know. But maybe we just don’t tell her about this house in particular.” Ryan worked the black raincoat off as he spoke, trying to slip out of his “uniform” like an unwanted, limp skin. Wearing apprentice garb outside of “office hours” made him feel sick. It was the same way he never wanted to look at beige coveralls ever again.

“This house is probably public record as being both Kramer’s place and also Hoffman’s address. She’s gonna find it… And… I may have already told her.” Brad gritted his teeth, waiting for a thwack to the back of his head. He hated when Ryan did that.

Instead, Ryan just grunted and pressed his fingers tightly to his eyelids. “Then we better hope she doesn’t find him.”

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Girls had to have their hobbies, especially ones with diligent course schedules and impressive extracurriculars. Beta Club and Scholar’s Forum paid off in high school—undergrad was just a repeat. It all looked good on paper. It would look even better on job or internship applications.

To Eleanor it was a personal point of pride; her repertoire looked shiny and vibrant and diverse in her mental curio cabinet. There was something to be said about putting in hours at medical school during the day and embracing, well, “urban exploring” at night and on the weekends.

Brad and Ryan were real ones for slipping her information on Jigsaw “memorabilia” spots throughout the city—even if it had started by Brad blurting something unintentionally one day and Ryan less-than-willingly going along with it.

But they were heroes—stars even—in Eleanor’s eyes. She had developed a deep interest in the Jigsaw killings in high school (“Games,” people would reiterate, “Games because Jigsaw is only putting people in situations. Whether they die is up to fate and wits.”), and by the time she had made it into the state university, Brad and Ryan had already been oversaturated in the media for the public trap they had endured.

They also happened to be in their senior year at the same school. There was no chance of escaping Eleanor’s prying.

Which was how she currently ended up at the back alley house on in the industrial district.

The expectations for the day were low, sure, but just the hunt was thrilling on its own. Breathing in the same chemical-and-dust-speckled air where so many had roamed and died? It was twisted, but the feeling burrowed a warm elation deep in the pit of Eleanor’s stomach.

Bypassing the main entrance and, instead, stumbling upon the lesser-known door Brad and Ryan had been using—amongst a build-up of trash and webs—Eleanor managed to slip past dark entryways that lead into a vaguely larger space. Greenish light permeated from somewhere, but it was black besides that.

She shone a flashlight from her right to her left, luckily spotting a light switch that sparked on rows of washed out and faint fluorescents.

Like a startled insect, a mass of black jerked in a corner, but didn’t speak (save for a deep grunt of sorts). Was that… a… somebody?

“The fuck are you?” a rasping voice finally decided to pipe up, echoing dully through what looked to be a spacious, defunct bathroom. Eleanor wandered closer, taking a stance beside it. Him.

It was starting to become clearer. Even through the slightly graying whiskers creeping from his beard and temples, and the longer, dark hair curling down by his ears, Eleanor could place that sweat and grime-worn face. It had stoically stared out past the TV screen during local press conferences and field report interviews. And then national joint press appearances with the FBI. It was ingrained in the splotchy pages of the city’s periodicals: images of a man, victoriously yet humbly carrying a young Corbett Denlon from the trenches of the dank and dangerous Gideon Meat Packing Plant, matted green plush toy trailing behind in her petite grasp. That same heroic mug would be printed in the pages some months later for diametrically opposing reasons: “20 Found Dead in Metropolitan Precinct Massacre… Possibly More”… “Multiple Left Dead in the Wake of New Jigsaw Game”… “Former Lieutenant Detective Connected to Jigsaw Murders”…

The city’s decorated, tragic hero was the killer all along—behind it all. And while it was the largest scandal—that being an understatement—of the whole city, he was gone, never to be found. Left for dead. Any and all known locations linked to John Kramer, Mark Hoffman, or even the Metro PD had been raided twice over. Nothing.

“You’re… Detective Hoffman?” It left Eleanor’s lips as more of a shaky statement than a question. Inhibitions tossed aside, she cupped his beard-prickly chin and tilted his head to inspect the glossy, mangled scar. Remnants of infection and improper stitching glared through in a raised pink line, jagged and inflamed.

“Not really a detective anymore, wouldn’t you gather?” Mark wasn’t keen on too much chitchat, but was more distracted and curious by how some random college-aged woman would be able to identify him so quickly. Especially with how out of sorts he must have looked, sealed away in the darkness and must of some unknown death trap hideout. (Or, what once was.)

“How are you still alive? How long have you been here?” She pushed on, absently letting her bold hand wander down his thick neck, and to his shoulder.

“I should be asking you some questions,” he shot back, “like how you found this place.”

Eleanor exhaled harshly. “I feel like I shouldn’t say, but I honestly don’t know what lying to you would do. I mean, look at you. You’re already stuck here.”

“Thankssssss.”

“I could tell you that any properties that John Kramer once owned have all been made public, though left abandoned. That is true. But—”

“But?”

“Maybe I got a couple of friends from school that gave me a head’s up.” Eleanor’s grasp snaked down the length of chain keeping Mark in place, looking for any wear and rust.

“Let me guess, curly brown hair and a tall blonde? Fucking dickheads.”

“Well without those dickheads I wouldn’t have found you. I was just looking for… This actually!” Zapped to another plain of existence, thoughts of anything else completely left behind, Eleanor fervently crawled closer to the pipe Mark was chained to, anxiously grasping for something metallic.

Her eyes drifted up, with some remorse, to a skeleton clothed in a white shirt, its smears of blood turning brown and black from the passage of time. By its rotted hand was the item that had caught her attention: a thin and rusted hacksaw, dented up and broken in the middle.

“I never thought I’d be holding this… Let alone find it. Like, can you even? No one else has found this?”

Mark had to roll his eyes. The girl was late to the party, regurgitating all the exposition he had already gone through. But again, how would she have known anything?

“Say ‘Hi’ to Adam,” Mark grunted, “and his completely useless saw.”

“Where’s the other one?” Eleanor urged.

“What? How did you know—? Ugh. Gordon threw it down the hallway, just outside the door.” The replay of that very moment, almost a year prior, was starting to boil Mark’s blood. He was faced with it, cursed with it, rewinding behind his eyes almost everyday.

“I gotta remember to grab it before we go.” Eleanor tucked the broken hacksaw into her satchel, eyes hungry towards the heavy sliding door.

“We?” Mark was drowning in the sudden onslaught of ridiculousness this college girl had trailed in with. It was a lot. “Wait now. Why are you here again?”

“Jigsaw. I’m… well, uh, I’m a fan.”

He could make out her cartoonish flush in the darkness and sickly strays of light.

“A fan?” That was rich. The files in Mark’s memories conjured up snippets of John criticizing every little adjustment he made on traps, explaining why smokers and rapists were on level playing fields when it came to “not cherishing life��… It was all very questionable.

“Yeah. Well. Not just of John Kramer, but like, the whole thing. All of it. All of you.” Her mouth twisted with a tinge of embarrassment at the admission.

“The fuck?”

“You know how some deranged losers are really wet for true crime? Like girls who have boners for Ted Bundy or whatever? It’s like that… but, you know… it’s you… Uh, ah, not the boner part. I mean, not to say—”

“You’re not a deranged loser?” Mark interrupted, feeling a chuckle come on for the first time in a good while.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t.” Her uncertain grin matched his own tired one. “Anyways, let’s get you out of here.”

“Get me out? With what?” Mark’s features resorted back to their natural cynical pout.

“Don’t worry, I have everything. I wasn’t sure what I was going to have to take apart to steal whatever was left.” She giddily waggled her fingers as she sorted through her bag for tools.

Mark could bargain that someone, somewhere, for some undeserved reason, had sent him an angel. He just wasn’t expecting said angel to be so unhinged.

[daydreamgoddess14]

Packing

MASTERLIST

A smutty one-shot featuring Callie from Life After Richmond. No use of y/n, l/n.

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Why the hell had she kicked the suitcase so far under her bed? Given the number of times she'd packed and unpacked in recent months she wasn't even sure why she bothered putting it away anymore, but after the eleventy billionth time of nearly breaking her toe on it and the time Jason tripped over it carrying her to the bedroom she thought it had been wise. Except now, it was stuck, and she couldn't quite pull it hard enough to get it back out. She was on her hands and knees at the side of her bed, her back arched so she could somewhat squeeze under to reach further.

"Fucks sake." She mumbled with a huff. She dropped onto her elbows, sinking her upper body down further.

"Holy fuck sweetheart, warn me next time." He said from the doorway, his voice low and rough. She hit her head on the underside of the bed in shock. 

"Oww fucking mother fucking shit!"

"Crap, are you ok? What are you even doing?" He joined her by the bed, trying to peer underneath.

"Suitcase," she replied, her voice muffled by the depths of the bed, "aha! Got it!" She edged out from under the bed, pulling the case with her and emerged victorious. Sitting back on her heels, she set the case upright and moved to rub her head. He tilted her head down so he could check for damage and kissed the tiny bruise forming in her hairline.

"Did you hurt yourself, are you ok?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm fine, you made me jump, that's all. Believe me, I've hit my head more times than I care to remember and survived."

"I didn't mean to make you jump. But then I also didn't expect you to be on your hands and knees."

"Happens more often than you'd think when I'm with you." She teased. 

"Well, I don't think I can be entirely blamed for that." Callie rose up to bring her body flush against his, the lingering effect of him seeing her on hands and knees still evident. 

"Oh no, we're definitely both to blame there." She brushed her lips gently across his, barely touching him. Jason's hands were already running down the curves of her bum and pulling her closer. She let out a little whimper and pressed her hips into his, kissing him again, this time with more intent.

"Happy to take that." He mumbled against her. 

"Hmm how 'bout you take me instead?" Her hands were busy lifting up the latest Big Slick t-shirt up his torso. She pulled it up and over his head, slinging it behind her somewhere and brushed her fingertips over his stomach. He grumbled a little, trying to move her hands away but she intertwined their fingers, "Uhuh, none of that, you love every inch of me so let me love every inch of you."

"Sweetheart I-" She pressed another kiss to his lips. 

"I literally can't keep my hands off you, you're perfect to me."

"Crazy." He sighs against her. 

"Yep, you make me crazy." She kissed a hot path down through his beard, hands back to his waistband briefly before pulling her own top over her head. "I didn't expect packing to turn into this." She admitted, breathless. 

"I didn't expect to find you the way I did. If you're going to New York for a few weeks before me, you're gonna have to leave me with something."

"How about the promise that you can fuck me throughout the whole house the second you get there?" He groaned in approval somewhere between her breasts. "And we still have a few hours til I have to leave?" She turned on her knees in his arms, her back flush to his chest. One large hand reached up to pinch a pebbled nipple while his dominant hand slipped into her underwear to cup her.

"Fuck, you're so wet." He bit the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder. 

"Oh god," she breathed, her knees weakening, his hand on her breast held her upright. "babe I'm never not wet for you. Please, please-" She moaned as he rolled tight circles against her clit.

"What do you need?"

"You, god I need you to get me through the next two weeks alone." His laugh was a low rumble against her back, 

"Not sure I'm gonna survive two weeks without you." She shoved her leggings down and ground her hips back against him. 

"I'm gonna think of you every day," She reached her own hand to join with his against her clit, "It's gonna drive me mad waiting for you." He traced a finger down her spine, a gentle request for her to lean forward. Once she was resting on her forearms, he pushed into her, making her legs tremble."Fuuuck." She exhaled. He stilled against her for a minute, caressing her back and bum, leaning into her to drop kisses on the back of her neck. He pulled almost fully out of her and then, gripping her hips, pushed back into her hard and fast. His pace was relentless, the angle so deep and perfect, she was an incoherent mess. She pushed back up onto her knees and he took the opportunity to pinch her nipples again, the pain mingling with the intensity of her pleasure and sending her over the edge. His name was a mantra on her lips as she came, grateful for the loose arm across her collarbone holding her up. Hearing his name over and over tumbling from her mouth had him coming in no time at all. She sat back into his lap as he kissed her neck. "How am I going to get by without you?" She murmured finally with her breath back, slipping out of his lap. Jason leaned forward to capture her warm lips in a soft kiss. 

"Same as I'm gonna have to without you. Who's bright idea was it to divide and conquer the next two weeks?"

"Yours, so we could have a whole week away together afterwards."

"Ahh yeah, guess you'd better forgive me then?" 

"Hmm only if you help me pack?"

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Tagging: @tegan8314 💜

[cherrychapstick54]

Amnesia Was Her Name

Chapter 15: Prey Must Adapt If It Wants To Survive A Predator

Title from “Amnesia Was Her Name” by Lemon Demon

Synopsis: Maybe exile isn’t all that bad, and who the hell is that?

This chapter was written by me.

A real smile was something Tommy hadn’t felt in months, from what he could remember. It was refreshing only for a moment, before it became terrifying. Tommy had given up, he didn’t want to continue with his life if it involved that crazed neon green fucker.

“Who the hell wears neon green, anyway?” Mumbles slipped from Tommy’s scarred lips, allowing him to think outside of his mind. “Now I gotta live n’ shit.” Well-loved shoes kicked at pebbles in his path as he paced along the dry beach. “All for a fucking demigod. Me, Tommyinnit, knows a demigod, and she wants me to stay alive!” Tommy’s voice became more comfortable, more intense. Anyone who knows Tommyinnit knows that when he’s comfortable, he’s loud. “She wants to be friends with me! Fucking hell.” Tommy stopped pacing. He was done thinking. If he was going to be forced to live, he better live nicer than XD themself.

Trudging into the forest, Tommy got to work on his new plan.

- timeset sunset -

“Now, that’s what I call a ‘ome, innit!” Tommy stared proudly at the wood hut that resembled three different heights in front of him. “Who the hell needs to measure, anyway?”

Stepping onto the uneven dirt floor of his new house, Tommy wasn’t quite sure what to do. He had never been given this kind of freedom before. Well, that’s if you can even call whatever the hell this is freedom.

He sat down, the dirt was softer here than he thought it would be. The sun began to shine through logs of his housing, lighting up the small dirt village Tommy had been mindlessly building while he was thinking.

“XD,” Tommy fell back against the ground in exasperation, “if Amnesia saw me right now, I would be ridiculed for having all this freedom and building a mini dirt village! I should really start learning how to live like a normal person.” Tommy’s words had a moment to set in before he sat up, giving himself whiplash. “AMNESIA! THAT GIRL IS GETTING INTO MY HEAD! I WOULD NEVER SAY THOSE THINGS IF IT WEREN’T FOR THAT BITCH!!!”

“Normal..imagine me, The Tommyinnit, wanting to be normal. I need to do something about this. There needs to be an intervention! Can I hold an intervention for myself? I’m gonna be honest, Quackers, I don’t know all that much about interventions.” Tommy looked back up towards his newfound duck friend, who couldn’t care less about his conversations, but hey, Tommy had food.

Tommy sighed, turning towards the ocean, “Y’know Quackers, I’ve made the best out of my time here. I made a house, I made a friend, and I’m enjoying the beach that I’m forced to live by. Life is good. But, it just isn’t enough, do you understand? I have all this stuff—and I do love you Quackers—, but I need my human friends too! I need to talk to someone who can talk back.”

Sand crunched behind Tommy, “Well, it’s a good thing I’m here then, mate!”

- Divider credits to @issysh3ll -

[hope-to-hell]

Fulgurite Dreams, chapter four: Stones Along the Path

Adrian Toomes x Reader. A little smut. Things are coming to a head.

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(Hey, uh, Mr. T? What the fuck?

Listen, kid. I’ve seen you out there. And you could damn well use a second set of eyes.)

He’ll be okay. He will. He will. It’s just this moment to get through, this gasping wet red mist that catches on his lips and lashes, this not as bad as it looks. Promise.

That’s good, because you look like hell.

He’ll be okay with a few new scars that, given time, will catch on the furrows of his brow and be memorialized there. But tonight blood runs in rivulets down his face and he’s leaning back against the shower wall with his eyes shut tight;

Guess I’m not as fast as I used to be

his belly twitches beneath the spread of your fingers

and I know I said I was done with it all

and he shifts his feet

but it looks like it isn’t done with me.

and brings his hand up to cover yours.

It’s okay to worry about him, mind. He’s a tough sonuvabitch but he’s still just a man at the end of the day: a man who aches and bleeds, a man who’s gonna feel every scrape and bruise in the morning. It's okay if your words don’t come out right, if instead they manifest as a half-spoken can I just that hangs about your lips. He hears the meaning just the same. And what could be better now than his hand guiding yours around his cock, urging you to lean against him and so what if the angle’s off? You’ve got him here where the outside world can’t reach in, where it’s just you and him and the fading scent of copper.

Adrian—

Later, sweetheart. Now c’mere.

Dream about his eyes rolled back. Dream about all the many thoughts that spill like ribbons from his eyes, his mouth, his ears; he whispers none of this is real but all of it is true. He’s tangled in velvet and satin, throwing light in one moment and absorbing it the next. Wrap him in leather, in raw skin still slick with blood and fat. Hold him close, even as he slips through your fingers.

I worry.

I know.

He swallows a strange small sound, a pebble in a deep well; he breathes harshly wet and for a moment his body is unfathomably heavy, leaning on you with the weight of worlds. But his head tilts back to thump against the tile and when he opens his eyes they cut like knives through the shower’s haze.

What are you gonna tell him?

The truth, mostly.

(Kid.

Yeah?

I’m gonna tell you a story, and you’re gonna listen.)

Is it really a secret if they both know?

(For a while, we were enemies. I hope that’s changed.)

If they were both remade by this strange new world, does that mean they’re kin?

(You shouldn’t hunt alone.

I’m not— what’s happening? I don’t get it. )

He stands in the kitchen with a knife in his hand. It’s a warning and a wager: I’m willing to bet these stars can change. He stands and smiles and draws the line: this is where I kill you for your secrets, and this is where I let it go. In his mind’s eye, he flicks the blade and watches close for where it lands.

(Wind’s shifted.)

One for glory. Two for grace. Three for blood and four for bone. Five to fly and six to fall. Adrian throws the dice.

That’s how it is, honey. I don’t like it either but I have to see this through.

(You can’t fight the whole world, kid. What are you gonna do when you have to take a life?

Maybe I won't have to.

And if you do?)

Bone shards reach skyward through his empty eyes; he breathes dust and oil and fuck, don’t let this—he’s okay, he’s okay, it’s gonna be fine — oh Adrian, honey, what have you done?

Same thing I always do, sweetheart: ride the updraft. He whispers thick wet secrets in your ear. It’ll be alright.

(Besides. What would Liz say if I let you do this on your own? Let an old man be selfish. Don’t make me disappoint my little girl.)

I need to put this right. Damn kid thinks he can handle this, but it’s gonna take more than a few webs and some smartass comments. I don’t want him to carry that weight.

Once upon a time, a man walked away from a black-market empire. He took his wings and left his crew earthbound, hungering after that last big job that would’ve made all their dreams come true, that would’ve weighed down their pockets for the rest of their lives. But the thing is,

(It’s like riding a bike)

hunger has a way of driving men mad.

Time to go hunting.