#cause why reblog my stuff and then have me blocked!!

[reigningmax]

I think you have me blocked :/

idk who you are 😭 I tend to block any and all people I come across who actively post Max hate and their entire personality is hating him cause it's stupid, boring, pathetic, I don't want to see it. I also block anyone I find has me blocked so.

[bas-writes]

me: no, I do not keep selfship in public anymore, and especially with Law, since he attracts weird people like a magnet, and I'm sick of explaining obvious boundaries over and over again--

also me: feels a sudden urge to talk selfship with Law, of all people

[seuonji]

彡 living with you.

notes ๑ scenarios of things that occurred when you started living with your svt bf!

genre ๑ fluff

warnings ๑ none but in seokmin’s one it’s hinted the reader wears makeup!!

word count ๑ 1k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

waking up early with seungcheol/soonyoung/jihoon and going grocery shopping!!

seungcheol has a hard time saying no when you want to buy unrelated items like house decoration or a grill— you always end up buying too much and struggle to carry the items back home.

you’re the one who has to control soonyoung when it comes to buying stuff but like wdym he can’t buy the tiger themed cooking set? fortunately, he’s great at remembering a ‘things to buy’ list but what comes with that is a tornado that wants to buy a bicycle along the way.

jihoon would ask you “are you sure you need it.” or “what are you going to use it for.” you end up leaving the store with what you actually need. but he might slip in a tub of ice cream or a pack of candy you like when you reach the counter.

+

jeonghan pulling you back to bed whenever you move after waking up. it’s a pain when you have to pee cause he will not let go.

“it’s so early, why are you already leaving?”

he loves nuzzling his face into your neck but if you don’t enjoy that you’re just gonna have to kick him in the shins to push him away ʅ（◞_◟）ʃ.

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joshua loves going out but when he moved in with you, his outing time decreased sufficiently. he loves laying on the couch with you as you two turn off your brains and talk about random stuff while your mixed playlist plays in the background.

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for some reason, you always walk in on jun in the middle of doing a silly dance. he will not hesitate to drag you to dance with him.

on a cuter note, when he’s free he definitely surprises you with breakfast in bed. he takes note of things you’re craving and serves it to you without fail.

+

wonwoo placed another chair beside his gaming chair. it’s there so that you can sit beside him while he’s gaming.

i mean, you usually sit on his lap but sometimes he jumps in the middle of playing when he gets frustrated at the game… so he had to implement the second chair—

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seokmin loves joining you while you get ready to go out. he just sits beside you and plays with your hair but if you ask him to dry or brush your hair, he’ll do it. might even help you organise you stuff so that it doesn’t hassle you when you get back home.

+

mingyu heard your stomach rumble late at night. he laughed about it and you got offended, making it clear by facing your back towards him.

“i’m sorry yn!” he said between laughs as he pulled you towards him.

“shut up, go sleep.”

“come let me cook you a meal, what do you want?”

turns into a night of you sitting on the counter while mingyu’s at the stove cooking the meal you requested. he’d wear an apron even if it was 4 in the morning.

+

minghao, you let him use the spare room for his art but it sort of turned into your healing room. you two just stay there, no electronics, no phones, not much except for art supplies on the floor and a small stool. minghao often sits as you lay your head on his lap but you two switch of course. on the days he had art block, with consent, he’d paint on your skin to try and get some ideas.

“ooh i like that one!” you beamed as you took a peek to your arm that minghao was painting on.

“really? guess i found my next piece.”

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getting noise complaints with seungkwan/chan after you two argued over who could get a score of 100% on karaoke.

also i feel like he’s type to tackle you when he hugs you so there’s so many loud thuds and every time that happens—

bottom line y’all loud as hell.

but on another note about the hugs, he def always tackles you onto the bed whenever you come back home from work or an outing or just after you shower!!

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breakfast at the balcony with vernon!

there on the balcony, you both have either really deep conversations or the most pointless conversations to exist. if your neighbours could hear you, they’d be concerned cause your topics really go from “do i deserve to exist?” to “i think i could be president and it would go well.”

you two could start a podcast, it will succeed. or that’s just what vernon likes to believe.

[chrollohearttags]

thinking about !toxic sadist armin that gets so turned on at the idea of seeing you hurt…

not in the sense of broken bones or an injury but in the way of pinning you to a table with his palms gripping your thighs as he slams his hips into you; rutting slowly after giving you such heavy strokes. A smile on his face and full blown tears streaming down yours..completely different reactions for the same sexual pleasure. Your skirt’s been flipped up so that bulge you felt deep in the pit of your stomach has become so painfully visible but it feels so fucking good all the same. Creaming profusely all over the surface and his thick cock is the culprit..its entirely swollen and throbbing inside of you. Only after he’s made you squirt twice now. He knows you can’t stand him—no, scratch that..you hate his fucking guts but you’d go crazy without him in yours. Armin watches as you clench that pretty little jaw so tight, he’s afraid your teeth might shatter. You’re trying to look away from him..even at the risk of keeping your head tilted backwards and becoming even more faint than you already were. So much so, he slaps you to look up so he can spit in your mouth..oh yes, he’s pulsating at the sight of you pawing at his freshly formed six pack, trying to push him away but he just wants you to be honest with yourself. Laughing because it’s blatantly obvious you can take that dick like a pro..the only one who can, in fact. The only one’s who pussy grips tight enough to have him fill it up after only a few minutes. The one he says he wants to have his baby every time he’s inside you. Which is why he’ll always come back, even after fucking other bitches. Even after cheating. Hence why you’re so emotional in the first place. Constantly spinning the block because no one can get a nut out of him quite like his precious (y/n), who so foolishly accepts him back with open arms and legs to boot. The same (y/n) who can’t help but to gently massage that clit to aid him as you beg for more. “F-fuck you..’feels so good, armin..” such an asshole, laughing at the choked up moan catching in the back of your throat. It’s a sound that makes his shit twitch but it’s not enough. it’s never enough for someone so selfish and goddamn greedy like him so you’re soon titled up by a hand to the back of the neck, where you’re forced to gaze into those ethereal, evil blue eyes of his as he slows to only short, sporadic movements that force him all the way inside. Those clear teardrops staining your pretty brown cheeks as he swipes them away with a thumb and kisses the area. Akin to a mother trying to heal her child’s wound. It’s of no consolation to the actual pain he’s caused but he knows you still love it all the same. Sweetly uttering: “shhh…it’s okay, baby. I can’t help myself..you just look so pretty when you cry.”

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[mosscoveredpawss]

Surprisingly enough, I got my first hate reblog. I think it happened a couple weeks ago and I just didn't notice it but...I am crying laughing.

This guy is so obsessed with therians, I went through his blog and for someone who "hates therians" he interacts with them so much.

It's like...Tumblr has been the known website for therians and otherkin for the longest time. He comes on to the therian and otherkin website and goes ">:( there are therians and otherkin here!!! I'm so mad about that!!!"

He seeks this stuff out, he goes and finds people who make him mad. Which...why??? Why do you spend your free time like that??

Also his bio has me floored.

"Head of the debate club" Oh weren't you just a pleasure to have in class, huh? Mr. "Let me play devils advocate." And for a 23 year old to be behaving like this? Again, floored.

I just blocked this guy, he's really not worth anyone's time. If you see him or someone like his, please just block them. While I know it's tempting to go "poke the bear" (pun not intended) aggravating antis and haters is very anti-productive. It only causes drama, which is not healthy for anyone.

He's allowed to think what he wants, and he can go scrolling through the therian tag as much as he wants. Everyone has a block button, use it to your advantage.

[airbendertendou]

POV : being friends with mizo middle comes with new…… acquaintances live action actors used instead of the anime!

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

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name : squad goals or smthn

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hinata : stay out of trouble!! | akkun : but michi is here…….

chifuyu : nice pic!!

mitsuya : don’t cause any fights mitchy

name : now where did all these delinquents come from…… | takemichi : 😅

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name : why’s he kinda…..

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takemichi : THE GANG LEADER?!?!?!

baji : hey i know tht guy

mikey : whend u take this

akkun : aint no way

mikey : was v nice meeting you though (:

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name : “i have to do this……. for hina.” bestie we’re jus ordering drinks??

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baji : he strt cryn 🤔 | name : what do u think .

hinata : hes so cute | name : poor taste | hinata : r u allowed to say that.......

mikey : hes so Lame

mikey : what r u getting

mikey : text me soon <3

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mikey : name this could b me n you fr

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name : you want to bully me as a way of hiding your “true feelings” for 40+ episodes?? | takuya : now…. | akkun : name please

draken : you tried

toman.member : nice one leader!

mikey : name u break my heart ): | hinata : this is how nickname flirts !!

mitsuya : never shouldve let you watch that show

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name : “gotta get out the nice cutlery for our first date.” mikey

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mitsuya : what’s the bad ones???

baji : cutlery?? | chifuyu : forks, spoons n stuff

kazutora : n this is who u defend…..

draken : what am i looking at.

——♥︎—— they made mikey so handsome in the live action truly how dare they

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[loveshotzz]

Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader / Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: You and Steve find comfort in each trying to mend your broken hearts. When you two cross the line at Steve’s New Year’s Eve party feelings start to get involved. When your best friend Eddie finds out, despite dating Chrissy he finds himself jealous realizing he might be be too late.

Warnings: We got angst, we got fluff and most importantly we got smut. Minors, this isn’t for you.

Authors Note: This is part two of three (maybe four) of this short series, I am so overwhelmed with all the positive responses to this story. I feel really proud of this chapter, hopefully it’s not false confidence. Comments, reblogs and likes are always so appreciated. Thank you to everyone who is reading my work, it means the world to me.

Tag list: @emotionaldreamer @munsonology @sillypurplemurple @justpeachy46 @sammararaven @bebe0701 @sunfairyy @santaatemypuppy @whoreforhowl @harrys-tittie @heyyimmisunderstood @reidsgubbler @aloneatpeace

“The fuck you mean Harrington’s picking you up?”

Eddie sounds stunned at the new information you’ve given to him. Sprawled out on his unkept bed you peak over the top of the magazine you’d been ‘reading’. He’s sitting on the chair next to you the one that’s usually covered in a pile of a random mixture of both your clothes. These day’s it’s mostly just his, your eyes had managed to catch the white and green of a Hawkins cheer skirt the last time you were here, the sight adding more to the growing distance between you and your best friend. The said pile of clothes was now shoved on the floor beside him, their new home while he practices whatever guitar solo he’s currently obsessed with.

“I said I can’t watch Wrestling with you tonight-” Eddie cuts you off before you can finish.

“—Because Steve “The Hair” Harrington is picking you up.” Setting his guitar down next to him, he tries to read your blank expression. You’d been even more distant with him lately and there was a new added layer of coldness since New Years he didn’t understand. Barely seeing you over the last two weeks, he was only able to coax you over here under the guise of a blunt and the promise of best friend time something that lacked since Chrissy.

“Yes, what’s so hard to understand about that Eddie?” Rolling your eyes, you pull the magazine back up blocking his view. From your peripheral’s you see him sit back in his chair, brown eyes burning holes into the front of your magazine.

“Since when do you and Steve hang out? Like outside of group stuff?” Eddie’s cautious when he asks you, trying to sound as unreadable as your face.

You answer him without moving an inch “Steve and I hang out a lot actually. You would know, but you’ve been a little pre occupied.” You flip the page of the magazine doing your best to seem as if you were actually reading what was in front of you. “Why don’t you invite Chrissy?”

The silence that falls between the two of you after the question leaves your mouth is deafening. When you turn the page again it sounds as loud as a freight train.

“Did you fuck Steve Harrington?” Eddie spits pushing his chair back as he stands up, his tall lanky frame towering over you. His outburst makes the magazine fly from your hands when you jump hitting his headboard with a loud thump. Your own anger that had already been at a slow simmer starts to bubble, threatening to spill over. How dare he question who you’ve fucked like that? Like it broke his fucking heart.

“Did you fuck Steve Harrington on New Years Eve?” His eye brows raise as his arms cross over his chest, covering the Metallica logo on his shirt. “Cause you definitely didn’t catch a ride with me.”

“I don’t really think that’s any of your business.” Your voice is even with your last shred of self control. Pushing yourself off his bed to stand in front of him, Chest puffed out, your stance would’ve been more intimidating if you didn’t have to look up at him. “Besides you had to take Chrissy home right Eddie? Your girlfriend.”

Eddie just stares at you for what seems like forever, you watch a string of emotions dance behind his eyes that really shouldn’t be there.

“Just answer me please.” His voice comes out just above a whisper, his doe eyes look almost pleading as they search yours for an answer.

A shaky breath leaves your chest, finally hitting your tipping point. His confusing behavior enraging you, clenching your fists you stand up on your tippy toes making sure he can see your face clear as day when you tell him what he’s been wanting to hear you say this whole time.

“Yeah, I fucked Steve Harrington on New Years Eve. And guess what Munson? I’ve been fucking him almost every night since.” He winces when the words finally leave your mouth. You’re not sure if it’s the candid information or the use of his last name. It was something you never called him, you were too close for that. Or at least you used to be. His arms fall to his sides defeated looking at anything but at you.

His reaction makes you fall back on your heels, rubbing a hand over your face trying to calm yourself down. You never wanted it to be like this.

“Why does it matter to you so much?”

Eddie just stares at you. His mouth opens and closes a few times as if he were about to speak but no words come out. He doesn’t know how to answer, because he knows it shouldn’t matter. But it does, god it does.

Rolling your eyes you decide to make your exit, grabbing your black denim jacket from the end of his bed. Your determined steps falter half way across his room at the sound of his voice.

“Wasn’t he just trying to get Nancy back?”

Turning on your heel, you feel like smoke could be coming out of your ears at his audacity.

“Yeah, so what? He’s not my boyfriend.”

His eyes soften when they fall on you, realizing how pretty you actually look tonight despite the murderous glint in your eyes. The black corduroy pants you wore were more form fitting then normal, highlighting all the best parts of you. Your lavender sweater looked soft to the touch and it wasn’t something he had ever seen you wear before, a slight hint of cleavage peaking from the top. Something else he definitely hadn’t seen before.

This was a date outfit. A date outfit for Steve Harrington.

“I just don’t want you to be someone’s second choice is all.” Eddie finally finds his voice and it doesn’t sound as strong as he’d like considering he started this fight.

“Well it wouldn’t be the first time.” You snap, all the tension in your shoulders releasing.

Eddie’s eyes widen at your admission, head spinning, he can’t get words out of his mouth fast enough. It’s only when you turn back around grabbing your converse off the floor and head out his open bedroom door but it’s already too late.

“What the fuck is that suppose to mean?”

His feet won’t move from their place next to his bed and you won’t give him an answer as you slam the front door behind you.

The walk back to your place is short, only living a few doors down from him. Something you used to love. There’s a part of you that wishes you’d hear another slam of his front door behind you, demanding you two talk this out but it never comes. Just the sound of your shoes crunching through the gravel fill the quiet, your shallow breathing coming out in white smoke clouds in the cool of the night.

Reaching the front steps of your house, the light in your living room catches your eye. Not in the mood to face your mother right now you turn around plopping yourself down on the top of your porch steps. Glancing down at your watch, you decide waiting out here for Steve is the best option.

The absurd thought that rich boy Steve Harrington was on his way to pick you up from the trailer park to take you on date brings a small smile to your lips. It almost makes you forget about the metal head a few doors down, his bedroom light still visible from your place on the porch.

The sound of tires against the rocky gravel catches your ears snapping your attention to the headlights of his car. They temporarily blind you as he gets closer making you unable to see Eddie watch Steve pull up from his window.

Looking down at your watch again your smile grows so much it takes over your whole face, Steve was even a little early. The thought of him being excited to spend time with you made you feel special, something you’d convinced yourself only Eddie could do.

“A little cold to be waiting outside isn’t it?” Steve questions as he opens his car door, brows furrowed in confusion but his lips tugging into a playful smirk. The expression makes you want to kiss him.

“What are you talking about? It’s an Indian Summer out here.” Choosing to crack a joke rather than tell him the truth, you’re satisfied when he laughs.

Steve looked especially good tonight, his hair a perfect mess on his head, a dark grey jacket covering his navy sweater, when your hungry eyes get to his jeans they widen recognizing them immediately. Those jeans. That night in his basement floods your conscious and you find yourself tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, cheeks heating up at the thought. Steve catches your reaction as he reaches the bottom of your porch extending his hand out for you to take.

“Funny enough, these have become my favorite pants.” Your blush deepens further, your body reacting to his words. Taking his hand the warmth of his palm against yours comforts your tense mood almost immediately. Eddie becoming a distant thought. Steve’s eyes roam your body unabashedly as you walk down the steps stopping in front of him once you hit the bottom. His height makes you have to crane your neck up so you can see him better, and it’s way too easy to get lost in his Hazel eyes. Letting go of your hand he pulls you against him by your hips, your hands finding their natural place splayed out across his broad chest.

“You look really beautiful tonight.” He smiles, one hand reaching to cup your cheek his eyes locked on yours. He needs you to know he means every word he says.

“I might’ve tried a little.” You’re voice comes out quieter then you’d like, his close proximity making you light headed as the mint of his breath swirls around your senses. Steve’s full attention is on you and it’s overwhelming. It’s never something you thought in a million years would be directed at you, not like this. You’d never admit it to him but you don’t know how any girl could say no to him when he was looking at them like this.

His face inches closer and you can feel the smile on his lips against yours as he speaks “Just a little huh?” Losing your patience, your need to kiss him becomes all consuming something you were try to get used too. Your hands slide up his chest wrapping around his neck pulling him in to get what you want, and you know he’ll gladly give it to you.

Steve’s lips move slowly against yours at first, savoring the feeling having not seen you for a whole twenty four hours. When his tongue swipes against your bottom lip needing to deepen the kiss, you grant him access almost instantly. He was starting to figure what you liked, how to get your body to respond to him. The two of you had spent almost every other night together since the party, learning your body had become one of his favorite things to do. He’d catch himself imagining all the little noises you’d make when he’d be buried inside of you anytime he had to take care of himself. Steve couldn’t get enough of you. Pushing you into the side of his car, his hands slide underneath your sweater, thumbs brushing against the underside of your lace covered breasts. His knee pushing your legs apart so he can get even closer. Chests pressed together, your fingers inevitably find themselves buried in his soft hair tugging lightly getting the moan you want.

Finding the will power to pull away from you was a lot for him but when Steve finally finds the strength to do it, the whine that leaves your mouth makes it even harder to not give you what you want.

“We should go.” Steve presses his forehead against yours, still catching his breath as he speaks. His eyes never leave yours as he pulls a hand from under your sweater to tuck a lose strand of hair behind your ears. The loving gesture makes you blush and you have to stop yourself from looking away at the intimacy of it all. “I made us reservations at Enzos.”

You feel like your eyes might pop out of your head when he tells you this thinking you were just gonna go to the diner. “Steve! That’s expensive!”

Ignoring your dramatics he just shrugs. “It’s the first time I’m taking you out, I wanted it to feel special.” His tone sounds nonchalant but the look in his eyes is nervous searching your features for any kind of reaction the first time making his intentions fully known.

The word special rings through your body like a church bell. This was more to him then just a comfort now. The small voice inside your head nagging at you for the past week that it was turning into more then that for you, but you kept shoving it down, ignoring it. How could you feel that way about two people?

“Well, I consider this an honor Mr. Harrington.” Your flirty tone mixed with the twinkle in your eyes makes him bite his bottom lip in a smile.

Pleased with your response his dark eyes stay trained on yours, the hand that’s still under your sweater trails down your stomach. Goosebumps dance across your skin following his finger tips, your breath catching in your throat at the intensity in his stare. When his fingers hit the top of your pants he tugs lightly before pulling away to open the car door behind you. A knowing smirk playing on his lips.

“Come on, I’ll even let you torture me with whatever music you want on the ride there.” He moves over slightly to give you room his arm resting on the top of the door. Steve was laying it on thick for you tonight. It takes you a second to find your feet against the ground processing the words that left his mouth at the same time but when your brain finally emerges from the lusty haze you give him an exaggerated scoff.

“Torture? More like teach you what good music actually is.” You pat his cheek mockingly before sliding into the passenger seat.

“Yeah, yeah don’t make me change my mind y/n” Rolling his eyes he shuts the door, the warmth of his car is welcoming and the smell of cedar and leather envelopes you like a blanket. Steve’s scent was the polar opposite of Eddie’s, one that you thought would always be your favorite. But there was something in the way that Steve’s smell comforted you tonight, it was becoming almost intoxicating.

When Steve gets into the car, it grows ten fold making you dizzy.

“Buckle up young lady.” He looks pointedly at your unbuckled seat belt as his clicks into place.

“Sure thing mom.” You tease with a smirk mirroring his actions with a soft click of your own settling into the leather seat.

“You know, that nick name wasn’t funny when Robin said it, and It’s still not funny even when you say it. No special treatment just because I like you.” It falls out of Steve’s mouth so casually. His confidence when it came to expressing his feelings always took you by surprise, Steve was always so sure about his feelings once they were fully realized. A trait you were always jealous of.

“Well I still think it’s funny, that’s the only thing that really matters here anyway” you shrug trying to keep your best poker face.

“That’s exactly the kind of attitude I’d expect from you, so predictable.” He’s smiling as he mocks you checking his mirrors, your own grin pulling at your lips.

“Is that Munson being a creep?” His question pops the bubble you had built around the two of you, the mention of his name hits like a knife. The look in his eyes haunting you when you had told him what he had been begging to hear. Your eyes glance to his side view mirror, your able to make out his figure in the bedroom window. The soft glow behind him blocking any real details of his face, the outline of his wild mane giving him away. You stomach sinks at the sight, had he been watching this whole time?

Grabbing onto Steve’s thigh you squeeze lightly encouraging him the best you can.

“Who cares, let’s just go.”

He searches your eyes for anything that might give your feelings away but when he can’t find any he nods curtly turning the key into the ignition. The engine gives a low rumble as he puts the car in drive, keeping your hand on Steve’s thigh your eyes wander back to the mirror watching his bedroom light flick off behind you.

It was hard to feel out of place any where when you were with Steve Harrington, especially a place like Enzo’s. Tucked into the corner booth there was a lot of things on the menu that you didn’t really recognize. Your mom had been the only source of income until you became old enough to finally help out, so you never had the money to eat at places like this.

Steve’s eyes never show a trace of judgement when you ask him questions about the menu. His hand finding your knee under the table squeezing encouragingly after each one, he just wants you to feel comfortable and the gesture gives you butterflies. Despite your curiosity you go with what you know, too scared to order something you might not like, especially after seeing the prices next to each dish.

“Family Video must be paying you a pretty penny huh?” You quip swirling your straw.

“I do work full time and live with my parents rent free, I think I can afford to buy you a nice dinner.” Leaning back his arms stretch across the short banquette, with his jacket off you get a clear view of the muscular planes of his chest. Your eyes zeroing in on the spot you knew your favorite patch of chest hair resided underneath the thick fabric of his sweater. Licking your lips you have to tear your eyes away, the amused expression on his faces gives away that you’ve been caught.

“See something you like?” You don’t know if you wanna smack or kiss the cocky grin right off Steve Harrington’s face.

“So what if I do?” Leaning forward on the table you give him a better view of the cleavage his eyes have been darting to all night. “What are you gonna do about it Harrington?”

Steve’s eyes darken with want at your open advances, looking around he makes sure no one is paying attention to the two of you before leaning over the table. His face inches from yours and it takes everything inside of you not to close the small gap. His lips looking dangerously inviting when his tongue peaks out to wet them.

“I’ve got a lot planned for you after dinner baby.” His voice is low and it makes you press your thighs together. “You thought I was just gonna take you home after this sweetheart? I can’t let you go home with out at least cumming twice.”

“Stev-“ Your words are cut short by two steaming plates of pasta being presented in front of you. Steve can’t wipe the smirk off his face when he leans back against his seat leaving room for the waiter with a polite nod. Speechless you can’t find your voice as they start shredding parmesan over your dish unable to focus on anything else.

“Like I said, I just want to make you feel special.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eye when he tells you this in front of the server. Your cheeks turning a deep red at the subtle meaning in his words.

“I appreciate that Steve, that’s very sweet of you.” The words leaving your mouth were innocent enough but under the table your foot starts sliding up his leg. Your actions making him choke on the water he had foolishly started sipping before waving the cheese away.

“That’s enough thanks.” His voice cracks when he talks and you have to stifle a giggle.

When you server leaves Steve’s hand shoot under the table wrapping around your ankle to stop your teasing. Jutting your bottom lip out you pretend to pout.

“You’re no fun Stevie.”

Arching an eye brow at you he rests your foot on his lap, the hand thats wrapped around you starts moving its way up your calf, his finger tips sending electric currents to your core making you start to wiggle in your seat.

“Yeah, it’s not so fun when it’s done to you huh?” Giving your calf a gentle squeeze he sets your leg back down flashing you a quick wink. “Why don’t you be a good girl for me and eat?”

If you didn’t know any better, Steve Harrington had a kink of getting you wet in public.

“Sure.” Darting your tongue out to lick your bottom lip you watch his eyes follow “Anything you say daddy.”

This was your revenge.

You don’t give him the acknowledgement for a response turning your attention down to your noodles, twirling them in your fork before stuffing the bite in your mouth. It was so good you had to stifle the moan begging to fall out. When it’s half way chewed you decide to finally look back up at him his hungry stare still in place, his eyes barely recognizable as they devour you.

“We’re probably not staying for desert.” He finally says before grabbing his napkin shaking it lose on his lap and you cant help but wonder if its working over time to hide the erection straining against his pants now.

Steve’s threat is empty because when you ask for a slice of chocolate cake after dinner he can’t say no to you. Something Steve was realizing was hard for him to do, determined to give you anything you want because he feels like you deserve it more then anyone.

Steve’s name falls from your lips breathlessly as he’s working you to your second orgasm of the night, keeping his promise from earlier. Pulled over in a secluded spot by lovers lake, both of you are in the back seat of his car. The fog on the windows blocks the view from outside, the moons glow softening as it breaks through the vapor. Your clothes are in a messy pile the the floor, his strewn about all over the front. Bouncing on Steve’s cock with your legs on either side of him, your nails are dug into his shoulders while your right nipple sits in his mouth tongue swirling around the swollen nub. You’ve never felt this good, his touch igniting a fire inside of you that only he could put out.

“Fuck -Steve -you feel so good” Your words are broken up with each of his hard thrusts, his fingers digging into the curves of your hips as your nipple falls from his mouth with a loud pop.

“God your pussy is so tight baby, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” Slowing his hips the grip on your soft skin tightens holding you completely still. “Just sit here for a moment. I just want to feel you.”

There’s an intensity in Steve’s eyes when they stare deeply into yours, the emotions dancing behind them almost overwhelm you. His finger tips start their path over the soft curves of your body. The light sheen of sweat on your skin makes you glow when the moonlight hits you from certain angles and it takes it his breath away. Something you had a bad habit of doing to him. Tracing up your sides, hitting the supple flesh of your breasts, they dip behind you slowly running down your spine with such softness it’s like he’s scared you might break.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice you sooner.” The sincerity in his eyes makes you almost have to look away. “I don’t know how I could miss all of this in front of me.”

His words are almost enough to make the water pooling in your eyes spill over. No one ever looking at you the way he was right now, not even Eddie. Like you were the grand prize and he just won the lottery.

“Steve.” His name comes out in a whisper, not trusting your voice. “It wasn’t just you, we both were distracted.” Reaching out your finger tips trace along his jaw line before you cup his cheek in your hand. Pressing his face further into your palm, one hand leaves the spot on your waist to press on top of yours. Turning slightly he plants a light kiss on your wrist before you feel his hips slowly roll up into you again. This new pace makes you feel every inch and curve of him against your walls.

“No more distractions y/n” he groans when your hips meet his, head falling back against the seat. Your hand sliding from his cheek down to his chest, fingers finding themselves in the patch of hair that consumed your thoughts at dinner. Your nails scraping against his skin when he hits the spot that makes you see stars your own hips meeting his.

“Keep talking to me like that Harrington I might think you’re falling in love with me.” His eyes snap open at your light teasing, reaching out his hands they cup your cheeks like you did to him on New Years. The silence between you two as he holds your gaze is filled with unspoken words neither one of you are willing to say out loud yet.

“I just need you understand how special you are y/n, you’re no one’s second choice.”

Steve’s admission mixed with his slow methodical thrusts is enough to bring you to the brink of your second orgasm, your walls fluttering around him as his pace picks up. His hands leaving their place on your cheeks back to your hips, his thrusts becoming more determined feeling you close to coming undone around him.

“Steve-fuck” Your breathless as you do you best to keep up with his pace faltering every time he hits that spongy spot deep inside of you.

“Look at me. Look at me when you cum, I wanna watch you fall apart.” It’s hard for you to keep your grip on Steve the sweat on your bodies causing you to slide off his lap. Your hands find their way back to his shoulders fingers digging in to keep your balance, the coil in your stomach ready to snap.

“I’m gonna cum baby. “ your voice is broken into a whine when his grip tightens locking you in place, his pace turning almost punishing.

“Shit, I love when you call me that.” Steve grunts before pushing himself in as deep as he can go, bottoming out inside your tight walls.

The depth he hits you at sends you tumbling over the edge, your eyes closing tight, body shaking on top of his, your mouth opens in a silent scream.

“That’s it baby, that’s fucking it.” He groans his cock twitching deep inside or you, painting your Insides as his own orgasm rocks through his body. His grip on your hips so tight you know it’s going to leave bruises.

When you finally come down your body goes limp on top of his, sweaty foreheads pressed together, panting as the aftershock rolls through your bodies. Steve’s the only thing keeping you grounded as you recover from the intensity of your orgasm.

“Fuck- how does it keep getting better every time.” Steve grins a breathy laugh leaving his mouth as he leans back to look at the beautiful mess he made of you.

“We’ve got great chemistry Harrington.” You smile leaning forward to capture his lips and you can still taste yourself from the first time he made you cum.

“I think I much prefer when you call me baby, Harrington seems a little formal for someone who’s sitting inside you right now.” He arches an eye brow testing the waters and you feel ridiculous for blushing even with him softening inside of you.

“We might be able to work something out.” You give biting your lip looking at him through your eyelashes still bashful.

“Whatever your comfortable with sweetheart.” He smiles sweetly cupping your face between his hands again pressing soft kisses to your swollen lips.

In this moment you think it might you that’s falling for Steve Harrington.

The drive back to your trailer is filled with relaxed silence, Steve’s fingers are interlocked with yours pulling your hand up to his lips every so often press kisses on the back of it. Each time earning a deep blush from you encouraging him. It was almost criminal how content you felt despite how your evening started with Eddie. Steve made you feel safe with him - secure, a feeling that was almost completely foreign to you.

When his car pulls up to your trailer, neither one of you are really ready to say goodbye.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” He asks lifting your hand to his lips one more time getting the reaction he was searching for.

“Of course, you thought you had to ask?“ You tease mirroring his actions bringing his hand up to your lips and it makes his own cheeks turn red in a smile.

“I was just being polite, you were gonna see me whether you wanted to or not.” Smirking he leans over the center console to claim your lips one last time before letting you go. Chasing his for one more when he pulls away, both of you grin wide into the kiss.

“I’ll call you tomorrow sweetheart.” All you can do is nod too giddy to find the words your looking for.

When you open the door the cold breeze that hits you is a stark contrast from the warmth of Steve’s car and you immediately wish you were back inside.

“Thanks for tonight.” You finally give turning around not ready to shut the door.

“Anything for you.” There’s an intensity behind his words despite the goofy smirk that’s plastered on his face.

“Goodnight Steve.”

“Good night baby.” The nick names send you reeling when it’s not being used during sex. Shutting his door you can’t help but watch his car until the headlights disappear turning onto the main road.

There’s a small squeal that leaves your mouth when you jump up and down excitement bursting at your seams, tonight changed your trajectory with the king of Hawkins. You weren’t just something casual to him anymore, Steve made that more then obvious.

“Fun date?”

Eddie’s voice startles you, turning around you can barely make out the outline of him sitting on his porch steps, the lit ember of cigarette casting a light glow across his face.

“Yeah, actually it was.” All the anger from earlier that you had managed to shove down comes bubbling back up to the surface.

There’s a sarcastic chuckle that leaves his mouth before flicking the cigarette towards the ground standing up. The silence between you two is heavy, the pop of the gravel beneath his feet sound like bombs exploding as he makes his way towards you.

“I’m not in the mood to fight Eddie.” Sighing loudly you cross your arms across you chest.

“Who said I’m here to fight?” There’s something you can’t decipher hidden behind his chocolate eyes when he stops in front of you.

“Then what is it? It’s cold and it’s late.” Raising your eyebrows in question you can’t help but notice the way his eyes dart between you and your lips.

Eddie takes a step closer to you, his chest inches away from your folded arms making you look up to meet his gaze.

“You do look really beautiful tonight, Steve was right.” Reaching out he tucks your hair behind your ears, reminding you of Steve, there’s guilt that washes over you when your body reacts to his touch.

“What’d you mean when you said it wouldn’t be the first time?” Eddie’s eyes search yours hoping to find the answer hidden inside, his warm hand cupping your cheek the cool metal of his rings biting into your skin.

“Eddie I’m not in the-“ When his lips crash into yours it takes you a minute to comprehend what exactly is happening. You hate that when you do your hands reach out to pull him closer earning a low growl from his chest, pushing you against the side of your trailer. The sound of your bodies connecting to the metal of your house rings out loudly in the dead of night. If you weren’t so consumed by Eddie swiping his tongue against your bottom lip you’d be scared you woke your mom up.

The moan that leaves your mouth when your tongues connect makes him grab your legs picking you up wrapping yourself around his waist. It’s everything you had thought It would be, all of your hidden feelings pouring into each other. The inside of his mouth tastes like tobacco and you can’t seem to get enough.

When his lips break away from yours to start trailing sloppy kisses down your neck your finally are able to come to your senses shoving him away.

“Eddie- Eddie stop!” You manage to get out, wiggling out of his grasp planting both feet on the ground.

Eddie’s eyes look wild when he finally steps away from you, like something was woken up inside of him, he feels stupid that he didn’t see this before. His chest moves up and down in rapid succession trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck!” it comes out in almost a yell as turns around kicking the rocks beneath his feet needing somewhere to release his frustrations with himself. The guilt of Chrissy and the jealousy of you was becoming to much for him at the realization of his feelings for you.

Fuck was right.

Part Three

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I asked a former mutual why they unfollowed me?

Gonna be real vague cause they'll probably see this. I and my former mutual are both mid 20s and trans. We reblogged a lot of leftist and socialist stuff from each other, then some video game stuff, and we talked in discord and played games together a few times. We weren't best friends but I would consider us on good terms.

I randomly thought about them today and realized we hadn't talked in a couple weeks so I went to their blog and saw the option to follow them, then checked my followers list and saw they didn't follow me anymore. So I'm assuming they blocked and unblocked me to unfollow me, and make me unfollow them.

I wanna be clear: I have no intention of harassing them, or stalking them, or trying to get them to follow me back, or whatever. I'm perfectly fine never interacting again if that's what they want. But I genuinely don't know what I might have done that upset them enough to unfollow and not tell me, since to me it seemed we got along well enough. Was it just a difference in fandoms? Did I say or do something bigoted? If so what was it so I can be better, ya know?

What are these acronyms?

[queenendless]

❤️‍🩹Flare (Keigo Takami/Hawks x Adult!Fem!Reader)❤️‍🩹

A/n: IT'S BEEN SO LONG! Sorry for the wait! I went through a Hawks writing funk. Also been working on JJK stuff. And watching a bunch of stuff too.

So, this piece is a self indulgent venting one cause I have chronic flare up pains going for 3 years now so this piece is kinda based off of a day in the life of me when dealing with my particular condition; feet wise. So I'd get it if reading this ain't up your alley. I just wish I had someone like Hawks to comfort me and quell my pain and worries.

AU, already established relationship with angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and feels indeed.

*PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY TRANSLATE AND OR REPOST MY FANFIC WORK. REBLOG LIKE AND FOLLOW INSTEAD PLEASE AND THNX U.

Chronic pain is a living hell.

Engraved into your body.

Will leave on its own accord or be stuck with you for life.

Unfortunately, it was panning out to be the latter for you.

Staying up all night, multitasking from working on your laptop to checking the news to see your birdie partner engaging in a team up with his idol of a hero Endeavor alongside their hero works students.

Pride beamed in you at seeing Keigo in action, feather swords in hand to disarm his opponents, swooping in with his feathers spreading out to push and carry and guide the civilians to safety amidst the chaos.

The dews of dawn crept in as you finally finished when it happened.

Going in 3 years so far, the hereditary curse triggered in you from your pent up stress collapsing on itself resulted in flaring burning footsies.

Fatigue stung your eyes.

Your head pounded in dull pain.

With the curtains blocking out the light and the AC set to cool, you thought the cold would push the swelling burning go away.

But this was turning out to be one of those worse days.

You curled up in the fetal position on your bed, taking over 2 hours to fall asleep.

Falling in and out of slumber, you were now restless.

You heard the slide-in door of your living room balcony opening followed by the thump of footsteps and the flap of wings.

Always keeping it unlocked for him when he took a dive straight to your place. It is more of a home to him than his penthouse of a place that was still filled with unpacked boxes of furniture and such.

“Hey! Baby bird? Ya home?”

Hearing his heavy footsteps inching close, of course he'd first check your room.

Having only been seeing each other for a few months, you knew you couldn't keep this hidden from him for the long run.

His muffled voice finally came from behind your door. “Birdie?”

You knew his feathers could pick up even your quiet tone. “Here.”

Seeing light trickle in through the crack of the door, the man himself blocked out most of it from his frame. “Why is it dark – shit – and cold in here!?”

His shivering self hug was halted as those pupils shrunk behind his visor as he opened up the door more to shine the light in to unveil your red irritated feet. “Y/n? W – What happened?” He quickly came to your side, alarmed at the sight. Gobsmacked to be precise.

“Just circulatory defectiveness. Chronic stuff, ya know.” Your attempt at brushing it off like it was no big deal only riled up his feathers. Literally.

“No I didn't know! I've just found out!” Stripping off his gloves that fell to the floor, his calloused hands carefully felt your sensitive red dorsums. “How bad is it?”

“The tingling and burning really gets to you when you're trying to focus on work or sleep.” You winced for even his cautious fingers featherly brushing your veiny skin did little to quell the soreness. “Makes it harder to sleep when I'm not on the brink of exhaustion.”

Cradling one foot in his hands, Keigo's eyes trembled with emotion. “For how long?”

You couldn't meet his serious gaze. You looked away. “This year makes it three.”

“I get that everyone has their fair share of secrets but … ” The hurt in his voice cracked your heart.

“You have enough to deal with as is. My defective self is stuck dealing with this.” Your reasons made him wince at how true it was.

“Even so,” he set your foot down gently just so he could sit right beside you, his face hovering right above yours, gently cradling your head as he forced you to look him dead in the eye. “You shouldn't feel the need to hide this kind of thing from me.”

You self consciously fidget, throat choked up and lips wobbling. Your beautiful eyes grew in beauty from the tears but it just made him want to kiss them away. So he did.

“I have my fair share of secrets. Comes with my hero work … not to mention my past.” The crestfallen haze in his gaze was there one moment before his eyes lit up with endearment as you filled his sight. “You're the only one I'm willing to be myself around and just … be honest.”

“I was … embarrassed. I didn't want you seeing me like this.”

Taking off his visor then his headphones, his serious tone sent shivers racing through you. “I want to see all of you … the real you … the you I fell hard for.”

Setting his things aside on the nightstand, that left him free for you to hug his neck with no obstacles. He kept layering butterfly pecks against your cheeks and eyelids, curling your lips in response to his affection.

“You were scared. I get it. I was the same when I felt ready to tell you about my past … but you more than anybody reassured me I could trust you with my troubles, my feelings, all of it.”

His genuinity made you whimper and sniffle out of that shared sentiment as he helped you sit up.

“What's the point of being the #2 hero if I can't use my resources to help out my partner? Especially when you've been suffering this whole time.” He was sticking to this newfound resolve.

“Chronic stuff is incurable.” You sniffed at the sight of him pulling out a spare cloth outta his jacket pocket, wiping up your wet cheeks before dabbing your runny nose, letting you blow as well.

“There's still experimental treatment. Physical therapy. You still have options. And I'll help you in any way I can.” He is so charming and persuasive.

“Fine … I did miss having you here.”

“C'm here.” He immediately gathered you up in his arms, letting you bury your face in his shoulder, taking it all out.

The strain in your choked sobs. The pent up exhaustion, the struggle, the pain of the past three years you kept inside. Your blubbering got soaked up on his sleeve but he didn't mind one bit.

“It's okay, Y/n. Just let it out.” The enriching relaxing sounds of his voice kept you grounded. Solid. Assured.

“I'm here. I gotcha.” He squeezed you firmly but gently, rubbing your back in gentle motions with one hand and simultaneously weaving through your hair with the other; his fingers brushing them as soothingly as he could. “You're sleep deprived as is. You deserve to rest.”

“Only if you're staying.” You stubbornly set straight.

Keigo grinned, pecked your lips, drawing it out, filled to the brim with reciprocation and affection. “Deal.”

He cradled the back of your noggin as Keigo peppered kisses all over your face, gently pushing you to lay on your back as those lips traversed to your neck.

Your feet brushed together and your toes curled as Keigo spent the next few minutes sucking and nibbling all over your neck, his wings draping over you both, and your breathy moans feeding into his pleased ears.

Sleep could wait for a while longer.

[dsaf-confessions]

I’m going to start this post by saying that I’m genuinely very confused by the entire situation.

I’m aware this wasn’t the best blog in the past, and that the screenshots provided were old, and things I’d already apologised for and learned from.

But in all honestly, I’m mainly confused about the fact that the person im posting about that I won’t name because I’d hate to start drama has already been blocked from this blog an unidentifiable amount of time ago for posting about us on their twitter page, and I don’t like drama, so I blocked them so it wouldn’t escalate

But it still has. Somehow. Because it also seems like they’ve been reblogging posts from this account since they were blocked, which I have no idea how.

That’s just my way of starting this post, though. Because I’m still really confused, accidental blocking bypass aside.

A call out post has been made about this blog, me more specifically, for posting confessions that intentionally start drama.

And I’ve read the post that was sent to me by my friends, and i actually don’t know how to respond to that.

I’m not providing screenshots, because you know, I’m making a response here, I’m not trying to start more drama (and the person has already blocked me, as they’ve said I believe. So they wouldn’t be seeing this post anyway)

but they posted some really old screenshots from this blog back before there were anons and a discord server, who I now essentially treat as a council (this post will be being read by them before I post. Because I don’t actually trust my own thoughts, especially not when I’m stressed out, shaky, and tired because it’s late at night and I planned to sleep an hour ago)

If you weren’t here back then, I admit this blog was chaotic. I made a mistake pretty much. Not by posting any confessions specifically (even though I admit I didn’t have the council back then so a lot of stuff slipped under the radar and caused drama). I made a mistake by making the blog to begin with.

(Note: I have no regrets. This situation is stressful and scary but I’ve made so many friends here, I wouldn’t trade it for the world!! Let’s hold hands and look into the sunset guys)

And yeah. I admit it was a shitshow. And I admit I posted a lot of confessions that shouldn’t have been posted because I didnt know if I would start more drama by just deleting them and having people ask why. And I apologise for that, I’m genuinely sorry. I really wish I had just kind of purged this blog’s posts past a certain point because god it sucked, but it’s not something I can actually do right now.

But the thing is, I’m pretty sure I’ve apologised for this before. And I won’t hesitate to apologise more however times people need, because some really shitty confessions were posted since I hadn’t ran one of these things in A WHILE.

And I took people’s advice. And I made this blog into a place that I thought was chill and drama free. And it was, i think, at least. But everything goes wrong eventually.

When I made the pinned post, I thought my stance on drama was clear. I said that I would delete the confessions that weren’t just ragebait, but would clearly start drama.

But I don’t think people got the memo.

There was also the mini-fandom thing. But I posted that I was very uncomfortable with it because it could backfire, and it was over.

Unfortunately, saying that I didn’t want there to be a fandom probably didn’t even delay the inevitable. Because now there’s a call out post. And this isn’t a response to the person who made the initial post, this is a response and an apology to everyone else who’s probably wondering what the fuck is actually going on right now.

I hope the person who made the post doesn’t see this, actually. Because they’ve already blocked everyone who’s associated with the blog, and if they do see it then it means that they’ve deliberately unblocked us for whatever reason, and that would only show to me that they want to start drama.

This all could’ve been solved in DMs, or better yet, a simple post that said “hey, I really don’t like this blog. I will be blocking everyone associated with it because I do not like it”. Not a callout post. You never DM’d me, or tried to communicate with me. You saw this blog, talked badly about it for a little bit, then made a call out post on the mod without even exchanging a single word of conversation with me about it.

What’s the fate of this blog? I don’t know. I might go on break. I really don’t want to leave the blog, but for the most part I’ve already left this fandom. I don’t really post stuff on main about it anymore. I still like it, but I don’t engage with it anymore for reasons unrelated. Just interests coming and going. However, I might leave. MIGHT.

if it was just this situation that I was dealing with, then I’d certainly stay. Tumblr call out posts don’t matter much in the long run anyway. But I’ve also got a very stressful personal life and this is the last thing I need.

But I don’t know.

What I hope you took away from this post, though, is this:

1) you can block this blog or blacklist this tag at anytime

2) you can dm me at any time if you have any advice or criticism that you think I can use to improve this blog and make it better

3) I don’t tolerate people starting drama, and I certainly don’t enjoy it either.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Just wondering what posts exactly got your blog Big?

I followed you because of interesting Wales stuff, which I doubt is why most people followed you if your follower base is indeed big enough for it to cause you problems.

Well, it all started with a walrus, and then it was the Clowns in Power and their illegal tea parties. I solidly pick up chunks of followers each time I make certain specific posts - when I posted about my terrible Skyrim potions, for example, I got a few hundred, and I pick up a hundred or so each Christmas as the Mari Lwyd does the rounds. But the thousands and thousands came from the walrus and the clown show

Generally I don't think it's my actual followers that cause the problems, per se (although I imagine some do, there are so many!) I think it's more that my reach these days is much wider. Bad faith actors who don't know at all who I am are much more likely to see stuff I write now, because any given post spreads further. It's not so bad though, I have no fear of the block and delete buttons and if a post is extremely not sparking joy in its responses I turn off reblogs.

Not even extremely, actually - I asked that question the day before yesterday about US universities and got a lot of responses, which was great! But no one checks the notes of posts like that to see if the answer has already been given. So now the responses have long since become the same lengthy explanation with the same info and it's clogging up my notes (hilariously I did reply to it saying "Thank you everyone, this has now been answered", and it actually increased the number of people giving me that same lengthy answer. This is because humans like sharing their personal experiences. No shade at all, it's just inconvenient when you're the OP lol.) So, I'll probably turn off reblogs for that one today.

I do miss the small follower count though. It was a less stressful experience. My reach was limited to people who didn't intentionally misread me and weren't fucking unhinged, so I could say things like "I think dark purple text on a black background is not very readable for my eyes" and not get told I have covid-induced brain damage or told to fuck off by three thousand people in the tags, you know? Good times. I need to find the digital equivalent of rent-lowering gunshots

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Language Barrier (Yandere male x reader) p9

tw; blood, gore, insects, calorie counting, violence, body horror, general yandere shenanigans

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

I really pulled out the scientific calculator, pencil and paper for this chapter</3 (i mean i actually do stuff like that for all Language Barrier chapters, but this chapter is particularly egregious) but it was fun to fuck around with my research and logical thinking for this series, ironic cause this series is taking place in a nonsensical setting

thanx for reblogs and comments and messages <3 it do be keeping me going

as allwys no proofreadig <3 lower your expectations <3

masterlist

part 1, part 8, Part 10

You woke up to vigorous shaking. You had the faintest hope that everything was just one big night terror and you're being awakened by your spasming muscles.

You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. The wind was slapping your face around, it's whistling loudly in your air and your hat is gone.

You tried your best to open your eyes, but the blinding sun hurts them, it feels like you're riding a rollercoaster of sorts.

Chittering...You heard fucking chittering. You pried your eyes open and gripped harder onto 2718's back.

You screamed when you saw the translator whack an insect away with her makeshift weapon, made from the Giant's bone. It nearly punctured the man's left feet if it wasn't for his quick footwork and the woman's brutal strikes. Your hair fluttered in the air, occasionally obscuring your vision.

You're unsure how fast 2718 is moving, but you're sure as hell that it isn't humanely possible to achieve. The translator is catching up, that means she's running at similar speeds. It made sense to you that she could do it, she's part cyborg after all. But 2718...

Your companion wrapped his arms tighter around you as he zipped past the worms shooting out from the ground, the translator is helping him clear the path around the two of you.

You noticed that her shoe has a hole. Blood was soaked around it, but her toes and feet are all intact. Interesting.

The insects didn't seem to target her though, mainly focusing on 2718's legs. This time, he's gracefully dodging them, missing by a mere millimeter.

You held on to dear life, feeling your soul leave your body when you felt those familiar tremors. Shrieking in horror upon seeing another three of them pop up simultaneously.

"Hey, shut up! We can't hear them!" Scolded the translator as she grabbed one using her bare hand. It squirmed in her grip pathetically before succumbing to its' death- by her hydraulic press grip. You pressed your lips together, hoping that you didn't accidentally lead the three of you to a certain death.

You watched her skewer its' carcass on the sharp end of her weapon. There was already two of them lifelessly dripping its' viscera down the ivory baton. Why was she collecting them?

Odd, if they can rely on hearing alone to detect the insects' position, why did 2718 need to open up his third eye?

You swallowed a surprised scream when she hurled one of her cadavers at you.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried your best to duck. But before it would collide against your head, 2718 caught it.

You heard loud crunching and you felt his neck muscles moving. You tilted your head a bit to see that he shoved the entire thing into his mouth. His jaw was driving itself up and down to grind its' body to smaller, consumable chunks. Its exoskeleton ruptured and caused black goo to gush out past his lips. Some of it splattered onto you as it dribbled down his chin.

You gagged, having a full view of the translator doing the same thing. It was hard to watch, her mouth isn't as large as 2718's, she had to waste half a body. She wasn't exempt from soiling her clothes with dark sludge. They don't seem to be enjoying the taste either. They must be doing this out of necessity.

Her face scrunched up in disgust as she forced herself to swallow it. You were amazed that she went back to defend the both of you with no delay. Managing to impale another onto her spear.

You looked behind you to see the house rapidly approaching. Too fast, in fact. As much as you want to be home, you also don't want to be body slammed against it. You're not sure if 2718 is supposed to move this fast, at this point!

She hurled another dead insect at him. You sputtered when some of its' guts landed onto your face. 2718 shot you an apologetic look before continuing to munch away.

Suddenly, he pushed your head down and spun around. Your cries of confusion was muffled by his chest. But you understood as soon as you catch a glimpse of wood, the front door to his humble abode, being mere inches away from your eyeballs.

With a devastating crash, 2718 shot through the door. Splinters furiously flung about, shards of metal from its' hinges scraped at both of your skins, and the impact could be felt through him. However, his body absorbed most of it, attenuating the net damage done to your frailer form.

You heard a second clash a split second later, more chips of wood flew in the air and rained onto you. A heavy thud could be felt and heard next to the both of you.

2718 groaned in agony. Despite tasting blood as it spills from his mouth, feeling that his ribcage liquified itself in his chest, being physically unable to bend his legs, the first thing he did after recovering enough to move is to check on you. He hastily tucked his hands under your arms, propping you up directly on top of him. He is still laying flat on his back, on his decimated door.

You're obviously disoriented. You have a pounding headache and your nose is bleeding non-stop. He gently set you back down on his chest, closing his eyes and began chanting. Red stained his pearly whites and droplets of it sprayed all over you.

However, before he could make any significant progress, the translator thrusted another insect into his mouth. His eyes widened as he now tries to strangle her, but she plucked herself away as soon as it was secured in his mouth.

She crawled away, into a relatively safer corner to refuel herself too. She weakly ripped into the vermin and took her time to chew. 2718 is busy angrily gnawing on his share, so she loosened herself on the floor. Shiny mercury that was coating the jagged, translator-shaped hole in the wooden wall can also be found pouring out of her nostrils, eyes and mouth. As well as the area on her abdomen, where a broken glass pane is lodged within her flesh, forming a reflective puddle around her and where ever she touched.

The translator closed her eyes, coughing a couple times because her own... 'blood', went into her lungs. She needed a bit of time. This isn't just a mere nibble on the foot, this is a high speed collision, comparable to that of a major racecar crash.

Steadily, the silver liquids in their respective puddles began to vibrate. Then, slowly, inching themselves towards her. Rippling and ebbing, almost like someone directed a blow dryer against them. As long as she's not interrupted, it should be fine--

She cried out in pain as a boot drove itself into her diaphragm, forcing more of her liquid life out past her lips. The process came to a harsh halt, all unnatural movement ceased to be. She is back in square one.

The translator curled up into a fetal position, groaning, sniffling and whimpering. She glared at the man towering over her, letting his filthy, criminal blood drip onto her. You're unconscious in his arms as he carried you bridal-style.

He sneered at her with his blood stained, insect viscera covered lips.

The translator quivered in extreme pain, shakily cursing him to a horrible fate. Wishing ill will onto him.

2718 responded with his footsteps, growing softer as he head towards the bedroom.

She sobbed, her entire being was filled to the brim with hatred and anger towards the male. The translator clenched her jaw and balled her fist, she has nothing but contempt for 2718.

Meanwhile, 2718 stumbled outside. He used one of the wooden pillars as support. He pulled his boots off and threw it aside.

He rest a foot onto the sand.

Letting the insects come to him as he readied his daggers.

The man closed his two eyes, allowing a third one to open on his forehead.

Heart wrenching whimpers and cries woke you up. It sounded like it comes from the living room. You sniffled, grimacing when you felt something salty at the back of your throat.

You forced yourself up, it was a colossal task, as aches, bruises and cuts littered your entire body. You spotted the blood smears all over the pillow, gingerly tapping your upper lip with your finger, you found that you're still bleeding.

Using the walls and furniture as crutches, you made your way outside at a snail's pace.

You cradled your head, seeing the damage that the translator and 2718 caused to this building. It was severe, the door was blown off its' hinges. It was left in ruins on the floor. Another great hole was blasted through the window and adjacent walls. Inches of sawdust covered everything as if a blizzard has occurred in this very room. Strange, chrome liquid coated many of the wood piles, mostly pooling around the translator.

The translator! You rushed to her, plopping down to your knees. You shook her by the shoulder, trying to get her attention but avoid exacerbating her torment.

"...That bastard kicked me in the guts..." She struggled to open her eyes. "In the middle of healing, no less..." The translator hacked more silver fluids out of her throat.

You asked her what you could do to help.

Her finger feebly protruded out, pointing at something behind you.

You turned around to see her sharpened bone spear, it has one last insect carcass stuck to it.

You hurriedly picked it up, powering through the disgust as you used your fingers to pry its' corpse off the weapon. It was harder than you though, needing to muster all your strength to slide it off. Weirdly enough, its' exoskeleton felt velvety... You weren't expecting a centipede looking creature to feel like a 1970's car seat, you were expecting it to feel smooth. Like a shrimp.

That probably didn't make it easier for the both of them to stomach it.

The translator furrowed her eyebrows, you were taking a while to get her what she needs.

To her surprise, you returned to her with the insect crudely chopped into bite sized pieces. She was grateful though.

You looked away when she popped a sizable chunk into her mouth.

"Thank you..." She exhaled. Closing her eyes and letting herself relax on the floor.

You panicked, asking her if she's dying. You got no response from her.

You shook her again, not wanting to lose your only form of effective communication, no matter how dubious she may seem.

Your hands released her when you saw that her peculiar blood began slithering into her orifices. Even that on her clothes, it beaded out from the soft fabric and slid towards her nostrils.

You eyed her abdomen, there is a shard of glass. It looks like the blood was struggling to push it out.

You decided to help by wrapping your fingers around it, and yanking out of her body in one go. Some mercury sprayed onto you, it was scorching hot! You quickly swiped it away from your skin, you frowned when you see that it burnt your arm.

This made her howl, gurgling on her own metallic blood. She gave you a betrayed look, but upon seeing what you did, her hurt- emotional pain at least, washed away.

She now seem strong enough to stay conscious. All the liquid descended into her throat, she can now speak to you.

You asked what was the deal with these insects.

"Each of them are like... what? 4000 calories? At that speed that we're running in, we need those calories."

You asked how fast were the both of them running.

"About... 220 miles an hour. I know. It sounds impossible and you can't believe that you're alive after all... that." She weakly gestured towards the exit. 2718 is oddly no where to be found.

"We can do just about anything, we just need enough energy." She rested her hand on her stomach. She slowly turned to her side so she could rest on her back.

You asked how long you were asleep for.

"Ten minutes." Her hand stretched out to grab another insect chunk. She chowed down on it as soon as it touches her lips.

Ten minutes!? How far did the three of you travel from the lighthouse before the attack happened?

"Let's see.. six hours at about 2.5 miles per hour... 15 miles. Out of... about 70. That means we ran for the rest of it, all 55 miles."

Then... how many calories did they burn doing that?

"That jerk of yours is probably weighing around 200 pounds... He burnt around 7000 calories in 15 minutes-- not including self regeneration. I'm... 132 pounds, so I must have burnt like 4500-ish calories in that 15 minutes. But I needed another 3000 at least to heal my foot... oh yeah, they ate my foot. So I ate them." She snickered as she reached out to snack on the insect.

So it took 15 minutes... to complete a journey that would have taken 22 hours by walking. Goodness you.

Then, you asked her if she 'pulled these numbers out her ass'.

"No, I got some sensors built in. I'm part terminator, remember?"

Terminator... sounds like a pop culture reference.

You guess it made sense.

You asked if 2718 also has these sensors.

"I don't know." She swallowed her last bite. "I don't like him."

That's a given.

"I hope you'll be okay when I'm out of here. I'll try to check up on you from time to time, though. That is, if I manage to even see you without that asshole clawing my eyes out."

You nodded, also wishing her luck.

Then a question crossed your mind, where does 2718 keep his teleporters? You asked her that and she hummed in response. Not knowing the answer to that.

"At this point, I don't know if he even owned any. He probably conned me, what a prick." She grumbled.

That... could be true. You haven't seen him utilizing it aside from that one trip. Maybe he only gets them from his visitors.

"You got any more of these?" She lifted her meal up. "It's not enough, I need another... 12000 calories to fix my ribs, my failing organs, my fractured skull..." She trailed off. Seemingly too many injuries to list.

You scratched the back of your head. You can't hunt these your own. The kitchen's locked too.

You asked if she could drink the blood that's dripping from your nose. It's not like you can get them back.

"Hard pass. It's not going to give me that energy and it's gross."

You shook your head no, sorry. You don't think you have any more caloric dense food to spare... or any food at all. You then asked her where her backpack is.

As if on cue, her backpack slammed against her upper torso from a great height. Knocking the air out of her lungs and mildly resetting her healing progress again.

You looked up and behind you to see 2718. He tossed three insect carcasses onto her greatly weakened body. He crouched down, grabbing your chin and inspecting you for any other injuries.

He must be practicing his new abilities. Fresh blood streaked down his cheeks, but his eyes were clear and healthy.

You were alarmed by the amount of insect glop that he was coated in, it was much more than usual, as if he bathed in them beforehand. He left black, slimy footprints behind him.

You peered over his shoulder and spotted... a gargantuan version of the numerous vermin carcasses that he's carrying around his neck like scarves. Ink surrounded it and the porch, making it seem the cabin is in the middle of a stygian sea.

"H-he said that's the mother." The translator coughed as she heaved the heavy backpack off her abdomen. She took deep breaths before continuing. "Once you killed any of its' young, she will come for you, bringing its' hoard of children."

You estimated the size of the mother to be as big as a bus. Double decker.

He lets go of your face and gently pushed you in the direction of the bedroom. You resisted it and walked around him.

"He wants you to rest."

You don't want to. You don't trust him around her, 2718 might just kill the translator if you're not looking!

"I'm not telling him that." Said the translator. But she said something to him anyways.

To your utter surprise, he narrowed his eyes and left her alone. He didn't leave just yet, he offered his hand to you.

Naturally, you asked her what she told him.

"I said that you though that he was cool, and handsome, and hot-- and you want to see him do... things. I don't know, I'm too tired to think of a proper translation right now." She closed her eyes. Letting her head loll to one side.

"Have fun or whatever..." She drawled. Falling silent after that. She remained motionless in the next few minutes.

Your attention was brought back to 2718 when he took the liberty to grab your hand in his sticky ones. You squirmed, despising the feeling of bug guts on your skin. Nonetheless, you followed him outside.

For your translator's sake.

[greatbigbellies]

I hope you like huge pregnant guts cause that's all I got.

Hi! Welcome to my kink blog! Before we go any further, if you’re below 18, leave! No exceptions. You know why. Please just wait until you’re of age, then you can gladly peruse.

I’m a 27 year old trans woman who really, really enjoys bellies. I have a fairly strong preference for pregnancy related stuff, which is the overwhelming majority of what you’ll find on this blog, but I enjoy pretty much any other kind (LOVE stuffing, enjoy vore and wg, and even non-enlarged tummies too)! I try to keep a decently regular queue rolling with reblogs from kink artists, models, and the like, and I thoroughly enjoy getting asks, so don’t be afraid to send some in! I can’t always tend to this blog daily because of real life, so if the queue runs out or I don’t answer an ask same day, I’ll be back soon!

DMs are open but I don’t RP privately, or explicitly, and “hi” or “hey” will get a similarly brief response. I love talking pregnancy kink stuff but please remember I’m a person, and I’m not horny 100% of the time, so it’s okay to talk about other things. Unironically, send me a screenshot of a minecraft build you’re proud of, I’d genuinely love to see it.

That all said, please enjoy the blog! I have an expansive backlog of posts that I’ve taken effort to keep correctly tagged for easy access. If you just want to see tummies, block the “not bellies” tag. I’ve done some kinky voice work too, which you can find under the “kink audio” tag.

Some larger pregnancy kink projects I’ve worked on that you might enjoy are:

The McPreggo Menu (link to the most current version because yes, it gets updated occasionally) A fast food menu with pregnancy inducing effects, with dozens of items each with unique properties. Perfect if you like your preg kink with a side of stuffing and math!

The 2023 Pregnancy Kink Advent Calendar (link to masterpost with more links) A holiday project I ran in December of last year, featuring 24 posts with writing, audio, pictures, and a video, all of fun little pregnant treats to enjoy! Looking to do another in 2024, so if you like what you see and want to contribute, please reach out!

@obscenely-overdue (link to the blog itself) An RP side blog where I put on a fake bump and pretend to be super pregnant! It's not super story driven, nor does it adhere to a strict "canon timeline", so you can just assume I'm permanently full term, for fun and profit!

[toastytransgal]

Holy fuck, I just purged like over 2/3rds of my followers because they were all just sissy or trans-fetishizing blogs. Went from about 1500 to now less than 350. Cause of this I deleted all the pics if myself I've posted here, and don't intend to upload any more. I'll double check later on my pc if I deleted them all, it'd also be nice if anyone could dm me any that I've missed.

Going through all these blogs has made me feel so gross, I found so many blogs run by people saying they "want to fulfill their trans fetish one day", or sissy blogs that say they aren't interested in men or women, ONLY sissies. Like I don't have any problem with your fetish, UNTIL you start associating yourselves with trans people, or tagging your shit with trans people, or fucking CALLING TRANS PEOPLE SISSIES. I fucking hate it, it makes me so unreasonably angry. I just want them all to go away...

Not to mention, whenever I'd post pics of myself, the amount of unsolicited dick pics I'd receive. Holy fuck it's like I'm on grindr in all the worst ways possible. I even feel bad reblogging other trans peoples' selfies, cause now I just sick my fucking huge following of chasers, sissies and weirdos on people unintentionally.

So, from here on out, no more pics of me, if you see any pics of me please send me the post so I can delete it. I'm tired of blocking these people, tired of having the most unpleasant interactions with them. I'm just fucking tired of this. Why can't I just be on the internet in peace, free from fetishizing fuckers harassing me with pics of their cocks. Leave me the fuck alone.

My blog is just gonna be reblogging stuff I find funny, and probably more pics of my dogs. Feel free to unfollow if you wanna. 🤷‍♀️

[bestworstcase]

Quick question: When and how did you start realizing that fandom tends to be hostile or anti-analysis? Was it just something that happened overtime?

i mean. have you ever made a textually-supported point contradicted by popular fanon? people seethe

but it’s also just sort of baked into what fandom is. the whole concept of ‘headcanon’ is inherently antitextual—things held to be true irrespective of the text—and the whole point of fanworks is to engage transformatively with the text. fandom is explicitly not a community oriented around textual analysis, and while analytical readings can (and do) support and enrich transformative works, they are also just not what fandom is about.

so within fandom receptivity to textual analysis is generally lukewarm and varies widely depending on how closely it happens to align with the fanon, and in my experience fandom has a particular difficulty parsing character analysis outside the blorbo framework (ie liking / disliking / personally identifying with a character).

there is in particular a tendency for analytical readings to get parsed in fandom spaces as critical of the story or the characters being discussed; for example i’ve had explicitly positive character analysis of mine (as in, posts where i directly state my appreciation for or enjoyment of the thing i’m talking about) get reblogged and tagged ‘anti-whatever’ because the thing i’m talking about is, like, a character flaw. or something bad that a character did that caused conflict in the narrative.

and i think that really gets to the heart of the, like, cultural divide between transformative fandom and analytical engagement, because in fandom spaces if you say, for instance, “yang has a hot temper she works hard to keep in check” that is generally going to be understood as a value judgment (either a positive remark on her maturity and emotional discipline or a complaint about her expressions of anger) whereas in an analytical context it’s just an observation that needs to be evaluated in terms of whether the text supports it or not.

the consequence of that is that if i write analytically about the role of anger in yang’s character arc—which is a facet of her that i personally really enjoy and think is done quite well—and if that breaks containment and travels outside of my immediate circle of followers (who presumably follow me because they like reading my analysis and who obv know what i’m about) then odds are it’ll land in front of someone who goes “UGH not ANOTHER person picking on yang for bEiNg AnGrY, she’s got good reasons to be mad when she gets mad and also she doesn’t get mad NEARLY as often as these assholes think” (which is true) (yang almost never loses her temper and she’s very quick to check herself on those occasions; and when she chooses to let it out she’s always justified)—because anger is culturally perceived as bad and the social norm in most fan spaces is that you don’t write lengthy posts focused on a character’s flaws (or ‘flaws’) unless you just think they suck.

(<- this isn’t a hypothetical btw. like i’ve gotten blocked over my yangposting being interpreted in exactly this way grbfksj)

the funny part is that while my analysis intermittently makes people SPITTING MAD, the fanfic i write (which follows from my analysis!) doesn’t. i’m sure there’s plenty of people who don’t like my fanfic, but if i write a character in a way that contradicts the popular fanon what happens is folks will comment stuff like “this is such a cool unique take on this character” brfhkg. and that’s primarily why i think it’s a cultural thing, where textual analysis—with its strict grounding in textual evidence and dismissal of ideas that can’t be supported by the text—gets people’s hackles up bc it’s a) examining the text at an emotional remove and thus hard to parse in a social environment where the primary mode of engagement is driven by emotional attachment to specific characters, and b) often perceived as telling people their headcanons are wrong, which is rude.

(sometimes headcanons ARE wrong, in the sense of being textually refuted. that is the entire point of headcanon. i think the experience of fandom is much improved by keeping this in mind. analysis is never a threat to headcanon because headcanon is supposed to be transformative. equally, headcanon is irrelevant to analysis because analysis is strictly concerned with the text.)

more broadly i just find fandom culture to be interesting in and of itself. so in addition to participating in fandom directly i also lurk a lot and pay attention to cross-fandom phenomena (e.g. migratory sapphic and slash shippers) and read discussions about fandom and that sort of thing. and i think approaching fandom from that perspective, it’s sort of a what it says on the tin situation; fandom is transformative by definition, ‘fuck canon’ is an ubiquitous meme, fanon… exists at all as a concept and is widely celebrated as superior to canon, AUs are terrifically popular, “fix-it” fics are terrifically popular, etc etc.

so i don’t think my view here is even unusual necessarily except insofar as i articulate it in a very precise (and perhaps pedantic) way. like the average person in fandom is probably aware that playing in the sandbox is different from constructing a lego set and that people in the sandbox are, as a general rule, not all that keen to make sand castles in strict accordance with the lego instructions. because it’s sand. lmao

[afrenomes]

Major trigger warning for rape denial:

I don’t follow the op, but up until just now I was following someone who decided to reblog this post without comment. I’ve been desperately trying to keep on following people who hold differences of opinion and perspectives than me on I/P, to keep on following them for what I originally followed them for (like art, fandom, miscellaneous stuff) and hear what they have to say so that I don’t go down the rabbit hole I feel myself getting pulled towards, but then people go on to uncritically reblog shit like this and I just can’t. I’m beyond my limit here. I don’t know what to do anymore. There are so many things that are horrible and wrong about this post that I don’t even know where to start.

Additionally, this is one of the more heinous tags I saw in the notes of this post:

Not only is that incorrect, but also the reason why more women haven’t come out to say this is a) it’s incredibly traumatic and may take a long time for victims to process what they went through enough to actually speak out if they ever even get to that point, and b) MOST OF THE VICTIMS ARE FUCKING DEAD!!!

I don’t know what else to do or say here. In the past, I’ve called people out directly on their antisemitism, but I got so burned by it - I got called names and slurs and accused of things that I never said or did, and that’s impacted how I’ve interacted with this website as a whole for YEARS. Plus I’m just a stranger on the internet - sending a message out of the blue to someone describing why what they posted is awful will more likely than not have them get defensive and start attacking me in response. That’s not productive at all. I don’t know what else to do though other than block, unfollow, disengage, and if I really need to vent, then post it on my own blog away from the original post, like I’m doing right now. Obviously doing things in person, like talking to others face-to-face, going to irl rallies, talks, and events, and donating to causes are probably the most impactful, but online rhetoric can and does bleed into real life, and so I don’t think I can just ignore this either.

Anyways, Hanukkah is starting soon, so maybe the best thing to do for now is to log off.