#now I leave again byeeee

[djosephqueery]

I've linked my ko-fi in my profile, in case anyone is interested. It's not very exciting, and doesn't have a header image yet (working on it), but it's there!

[pebblezone]

Idk how welcome home has overrun literally all of my social media but I guess I welcome it

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AAH Promo time 😬 :)!

OPE Glassman

Oh noo :(( 😭😭

Oof that house is GONE

:((( I think he'll be able to find some memories though (like not memories but things lol) <33

It still sucks though :'(((

Ope!

Oh noo this poor girl :((

And now her parents are arguing?? Girl is going through it 😭😭 xD

Oohhh noo

SHAUN. NO

Yeah we'll figure that out when we get there 😭😭😭😭

A A A A H N O THIS IS NOT ALLOWED

Illegal y'all 😭😭 stopppp :'(((

NO THEY'LL BE FINE THEY WOULDN'T D A R E DO ANYTHING TO THEM

Their relationship anyway xdd

Anyway I still think it'll be rough 😭😭😭 xd

Y'all I've got enough to deal with with Tarlos on my plate xDD

Anyway nah imnsure it'll be fine :'))

But again. rough xdd. I fear lol

I fear for my life xd 😭

Okay, that's the last of my last thoughts! Now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

I thought this episode was super good! It had some really funny bits but also some really good heartfelt parts :)). Plus, the cases were good! Anyway yeah, I liked how it all flowed today :)). Some really great scenes btween pairs we don't often see together/haven't seen in a while, and I liked the cases too! Now, time for the individual parts!

Btw, Jerome I missed you this episode 🥰😭. Hole we see my boy again next time <3.

Lol, anyway. Park tine real quick! And then some Morgan :). I CAN'T BELIEVE KELLEN IS 21 😭😭😭. Aaaah that's too old/long :')). Anyway, I'm glad Park gets to go out with him <333. Now, Morgan :)). It was really interesting seeing her decisions this episode! I think she should give herself a little time, for her body to be ready for implantation and such again, and now especially since she's starting that new job. But I'm really glad we got to see her getting a bunch of different opinions - well, several, anyhow lol. Lim, who ended up choosing work (whether that was entirely on purpose or not) - Park, who regrets not spending more time with his son - and Andrews, who despite his mother not being around as much as some others still manages to have a close relationship with her. I think they were all important in her making her decision :). And I'm glad she went with what she did! If it makes her happy and she can do it, I'm happy :). Also if she totally quit that would suck because then we wouldn't have her around anymore xD. But, yeah :)). I'm super proud of her :'DDD ❤️❤️🥰! And I'm really interested in seeing where this storyline goes!

Onto Andrews! He wasn't around much this episode, but he was good for what he was :). Around for, that is. Quick check-in with Lim, offering Morgan that job of course!! And telling Morgan about his mom :). That was a super sweet story too, I loved that <3. Also, I feel like it makes sense a bit for how he is as a person? He's career driven, yk, stuff like that. Not that I think his mom was a bad parent or anything, or that he would be, but yeah :). Anyway, great for the bit we saw of him 🥰.

Lim :))! I'll be honest, I was a bit frustrated with her for not taking much input on the case, but it wasn't that bad :). Everybody makes mistakes, and she still was taking some input - she was just very invested in the patient. Which isn't a bad thing! It just didn't display well here. I am glad that she acknowledged what she missed and was mostly reasonable about stuff, though :)). Plus, she wasn't all wrong lol - and like Asher said, she performed the surgery beautifully (not that I saw it lol). Anyway, besides that, I really did like her advice to Morgan! Each piece, each person's view, had its own benefits, but we know that Morgan often has trouble, or at least has had trouble before, with pulling back a bit. Not being able to get everything. Not like a petty child or anything, just that she's very much driven for getting everything she wants :). But, Lim is a perfect option if choosing - she did, and now it's Morgan's turn (which she obviously did/has XDD). Anyway, I thought it was a sweet scene :). Lim was amazing this episode and did great work (medicine/surgery wise lol).

Now it's time for Glassman :D! I thought he was great this episode :). I'm glad him staying with Shaun and Lea wasn't TOO bad lol - besides The Incident™ -, I was scared of that XD. Seeing all the ways him and Shaun are similar was adorable :'DDD. And him recounting the memories held within that house? 😭😭😭❤️. It meant even more after finding out it burned down too :'((( 😭😭😭💔❤️. I should've been more suspicious XD. But I was just going along with it lol :). Anyway, next time is definitely gonna be r o u g h for him, but he was great this episode :). Also him cooking so much food (and getting the croissants) was nice, and polite :D!

Perez :)! AAAHHHHHH 😭😭❤️🥰❤️!! I'm so glad he's okay, and that he didn't relapse :'). I didn't appreciate him not backing Asher, but I totally get what he was saying. He is definitely in a different situation than Asher is - he's a newer resident, and he's having to constantly prove that he's not an addict. And he is :')). Also, like I mentioned, I loved all those locker room scenes :D. Theyre a good way to see people interacting basically outside of work, when besides Shaun and Lea, we usually don't. Especially for the residents. I think it's a cool look into a different environment (even if it's not that different lol). Anyway, I'm glad Danny did support Asher eventually lol, and I'm glad Lim acknowledged his doing good work as well :))). Also, his scenes with Asher were hilarious a lot of the time XD. The sibling energy was off the charts :). Anyway! That ending was so emotional 😭😭😭❤️. I'm so proud of him, and happy that he made it :')). Or, he did it, I guess :). <333.

Speaking of Perez, Asher :DD! I loved him this episode 🥰. I mean, I always love him (I always love all of them pretty much lol, though sometimes I'm a bit mad at them too xD), but he was great this episode :). I was definitely thinking he should've been more careful talking to Lim (I still do lol), but it all worked out in the end, and he came up with the saving idea :D. I thought his scenes with Perez were hilarious, like I said XD. They were totally acting like siblings lol. I love them <33. And again, I really liked those locker room scenes :). Also, I think it's interesting and fun we got to see Asher's tendency to suck up again lol! We saw it more back when he was a newer resident obviously, and it may not be my favorite thing, but I like the consistency in character :). Even though he was genuinely excited, he didn't have to say it lol, and I think it was that tendency peeking through :). It was cool to see! Anyway, I love him ❤️❤️🥰.

Now Jordan!! I loved her this episode, even if I thought she was pushing too hard with the case. But again, there are certain character traits that, even if we see them less or to a lesser degree, are still there, and this is one of them for Jordan :). Mostly though, I liked her storyline with Lea :D. A) I love my besties :)), B) I thought it was really cool how she has a different view of sex than others! It's always nice to have different perspectives on things, and to display that in shows. Whether she's on the asexual spectrum or not (which I think would be a cool headcanon :DDD 🥰!), it was an interesting situation :). I'm also glad Lea apologized :D, and that Jordan talked about being judged (lightly) for it. That's something that's often overlooked with things like that, or even just opinions that dissent from the common one. Maybe I just relate, idk :). But yeah, it sucks that she did have to deal with that 😭, but I really loved the plot :DD 🥰🥰❤️. And, I love her :D :)) <3!

Now, lastly, Shaun and Lea :))!!! I loved them this episode 🥰🥰🥰. I thought they were great! As I said, seeing Shaun and Glassman's similarities :'D, especially Lea's reactions to them, was so cute :))). And YESSS we survived Glassman STAYING with them xdd - although, it's probably not ocer what with the house burning down and everything xd. And of course, The Incident™. Literally throughout 80% of that scene I had turned the volume down some, half turned away and half covered my view of the screen with my arm, and was saying "This hurts my soul this hurts my soul this hurts my soulllll this hurts my SOULLLLLLL this hurts my soul thi-" the entire time XDD. In short, I was suffering. Probably not as traumatized as them, but still lol. Also Shaun just like 👁️👄👁️ in that scene XDD an icon lol. Anyway, they were just generally adorable this episode :). They were supportive, they were in love, they were polite with the whole Glassman situation lol, they had family dinners :D, and they were just all around amazing 🥰🥰. Now xd. That being said, lol. I am S C A R E D for the next episode xdd. I know they're gonna be fine, but it's gonna hurt like H E C K first xD. Hopefully it mostly get resolved in one episode, though <3 - I couldn't take it if it took longer xD. Anyway, they better be okay 😭😭😭💔❤️. I'm sure they will be, but still lol <333. Also, Shaun was great on the case of course :)). I'm glad he didn't push too much about the sex thing, either - it fits his character but besides that there needed to be an opposite to Jordan :). It wasn't that Shaun necessarily agreed that she should be having sex, he just knee it wasn't his business legally and moved on. So yeah, idk, I liked that :). Not that I would've been having sex that young lol. Anyway, yeah, I loved them this episode 🥰🥰🥰❤️ :DD!!

And very quickly, a special section: Missing you, Powell :'(( 😭. I think it won't be totally weird for a couple of episodes since she was just gone sometimes xD, but I do miss her already :'). You shall be remembered Danni ❤️🥰.

Overall, I really enjoyed this episode. I thought all the plots were really good, and the cases were interesting. It'll definitely be different moving forward without Danni, but to wasn't too bad today. A bit off, but we made it and I think we'll be fine for the next couple of times too (and after that lol), even when it is more apparent. Anyway, I loved the different pairs we got to see this episode :). Or even not pairs, but just interactions in general - it was really cool and fun to see :D. I loved those different angels that we got! Now, I am scared and very nervous for the next episode, even though I'm sure everything will work out okay lol. I can still be stressed XD! I am excited though :). Especially because some stuff from this episode is bound to come up next episode or soon, like Glassman's house (obviously) and Danny's almost relapse/being at the church. Well, we'll see how it all plays out! But about this episode, I thought it was great, and everyone had a good amount of focus - besides Park lol.

So yeah! I loved this episode, and I loved the interesting interactions we got. This has been my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 6, Episode 12: 365 Degrees

I really enjoyed it! I'm excited, but also very nervous for the next one. I'll be back next time with my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 6, Episode 13: 39 Differences

See you next week!

[colton-herta]

helloooo besties just here to say congrats to pecco and i love fabio <3 k bye

[queenofwands89]

Jake saying to the reader “You have my heart please don’t break it” but can you make it cute and fluffy 🥺

This is so cute! 💜

A Sunlit Romance

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x reader

Warning: More tooth rotting fluff.

Notes: Literally was blushing while writing this lmao. Enjoy byeeee

It’s one of those perfect summer days, the kind where the sky is an expanse of unbroken blue and the sun paints everything in lush gold. You and Jake have claimed a small clearing in the park for your picnic, spreading out a checkered blanket under the dappled shade of a giant oak tree. The sweet scent of blooming flowers mixes with the fresh aroma of the earth, making it feel like nature is celebrating alongside you.

Jake, with his confidently mischievous grin, stretches out on the blanket, resting his head on your lap. He is clad in casual jeans and a white t-shirt, his aviator sunglasses barely keeping up with the brightness of his personality. You feel a sense of serenity wash over you as you gently run your fingers through his neatly trimmed brown hair. In moments like these, his laughter is the only sound that matters to you, echoing the song of your own heart.

As you lose yourself in the moment, Jake reaches up and lightly clasps your hand. His eyes, once sheltered by his glasses, are now visible, revealing an ocean of sincere adoration.

"You have my heart," he says softly, lifting your hand to his lips to plant a tender kiss. "Please, don’t break it."

You giggle, eyes twinkling like scattered stardust. "Oh, I’m gonna break your heart so bad," you tease, dramatically clutching your free hand to your chest with playful wickedness.

Jake laughs, a sound as robust as his spirit. "I’ll probably thank you for it," he shoots back, the lopsided grin you adore spreading across his face.

The gentle breeze rustles the leaves overhead, like nature’s applause at your effortless dance of love and words. You watch as Jake's eyes soften, reflecting a depth of emotion masked by his usual buoyant facade.

“You know,” you say, your voice dropping to a whisper, “I’d rather keep your heart safe than break it.”

Jake’s smile fades into something more profound. “I know, babe. But even if you did break it, I think it’d be honored just to have your acknowledgement.”

The silence that follows isn’t awkward; it’s enveloping, like a warm embrace. You lean down, capturing his lips in a kiss that is as soft as it is meaningful. It’s in moments like these that Jake’s protective exterior melts away, revealing the loving man he truly is.

Nestled in your lap, Jake feels an overpowering sense of peace. His profession demands confidence, bravery, and a bit of cockiness, but here, in your presence, he feels liberated to be vulnerable. You are his sanctuary, the one who sees through the bravado to the essence of who he is.

The rest of the afternoon is filled with a delightful tapestry of idle chatter, shared stories, and comfortable silences. Laughter punctuates the air as you reminisce about the amusing moments that have colored your past.

"Remember that time you tried to cook that fancy dish to impress me?" you say, a grin spreading across your face.

Jake chuckles, shaking his head. "How could I forget? I thought I could handle it. What was it again? Shrimp scampi?"

"Yes," you reply, laughing, "Except it ended up more like shrimp smoke-alarm."

Jake's laughter joins yours. "I swear, I followed the recipe to the letter. But right when I was about to plate everything, that darn fire alarm went off. I thought I was going to set the whole apartment building on fire."

"You should have seen your face, running around with that dish towel, trying to wave the smoke away. It was priceless," you say, your eyes shimmering with tears of laughter.

Jake smiles, a bit more softly now. "You know, I was so nervous because you were way out of my league. I wanted everything to be perfect because... well, because you'd already stolen my heart."

Your eyes widen and a warmth spreads through you as he continues.

"I mean, from the very first moment we met, I felt this incredible connection. I wanted to impress you so badly, but instead, I ended up making a complete fool of myself," Jake admits, laughing at the memory.

"Hey, for a guy who burned shrimp scampi, you did impress me," you say, a genuine smile lighting up your face. "It was sweet. And nobody's ever tried so hard just to make me smile."

"Hey, I redeemed myself with that dessert, though," Jake retorts playfully. "What was it? Chocolate mousse?"

"More like melted chocolate soup," you tease, eliciting another round of laughter.

"Well, it was all worth it," Jake murmurs. "Seeing your smile always made everything worth it."

With each exchange, your bond strengthened, seamlessly merging their souls. As Jake looked at you, and a realization struck him: your love was as vast and boundless as the sky sprawling above you. It was tender, yet unbreakable. And in your presence, Jake knew he had found not just a lover, but a partner, a confidante, and a soulmate.

As the sun begins to set, casting an orange hue across the landscape, you pull Jake closer. You watch as shadows lengthen, your hearts synchronized in a beat that speaks of endless tomorrows.

"Ready to pack up?" you ask, your voice tinged with the sweet fatigue of a day well spent.

"Just a few more minutes," Jake murmurs, snuggling into your embrace. "I want to remember this — every single second."

You smile, stroking his hair one last time. "Me too, Jake. Me too."

And under the fading light, with the world hushing into evening, you hold onto each other, knowing that in your love, you have found a treasure more precious than anything the sun could ever illuminate.

[jinuaei]

Dude, you could make a drunken alastor with the reader, what would it be like? And what would happen?

(( I saw a short on YouTube of an animation, I thought it was so funny... I wanted to see a fanfic about it...

If you're curious: https://youtube.com/shorts/ZN2PBs-RsVM?si=12BtCleXiCO7BWkU ))

So I basically mixed both of these asks into one fic, sorry if its not what you wanted its 3 am and I don't know what im doing kk love yall byeeee. been a while since I wrote so please be kind

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Warning: Kind of yandere? tagging just in case, BAD ACCENT WRITING, kissing!, Drunk alastor

Alastor is a heavyweight when it comes to drinking, but still, his tolerance to strong alcohol is no match to the king of hell himself. The bottles that surround the both of them shine under the lights of the hotel, empty as the red eyes staring at the wall behind Husk. Which is rather concerning as the owner of said eyes is the loser of the impromptu drinking game, started by the loser himself.

Alastor has been taking big Ls tonight huh. Not only did he lose his own game with the king of hell, he’s also getting clowned on by his enemy. Speaking of, Lucifer is now gloating in front of Alastor about how ‘he’s better’ and ‘you thought you could defeat THE KING OF HELL???’, while the recipient is still mindlessly staring at the display bottles of the bar.

Concerned, you walk up to him with hesitation, not wanting to trigger the hunting instincts he has displayed every time you are around. He has always pursued you not in a romantic sense, at least you think so, but more of a predatory sense. Everytime you walk into the room, his head always snaps to your direction, the smile on his face spreading wider and the horns growing the closer you get. At first you would just ignore the ever growing static emitting from him, the fear of getting mauled and eaten by him increasing with the volume of the radio waves. 

The intimidating display of his horns always amp up too whenever the other men of the hotel try to talk to you, or just even approaching your general vicinity. The headaches that you leave with always render you unable to do anything for the rest of the day. But with how constantly he’s been threatening the whole room with his power and presence, it’s no wonder you’ve been trying to avoid him everytime you just even feel the shift of static in the air. You’d rather not be MIA just because Alastor’s radio waves make you ill.

However, when you’re with the girls, his presence becomes pleasant, the sharp noise turning into a sweet jazz song that calms your nerves. During those times, you find yourself appreciating his presence. When you talk to Charlie or Nifty, he likes to cozy up right next to you, butting into the conversation, and when either of them ask for help, he tries to include you into the task, even when you are not needed. For Vaggie though, he still does stand next to you but you guess that his face is not as pleasant as when you talk to the other girls as Vaggie always glares at him when tries to speak. Nonetheless, the girls are always treated better than the boys.

Onto the current task, you wave a hand in front of him, still hesitant as Lucifer is still trying to provoke the Radio Demon. Thankfully Charlie managed to drag him away from the bar, talking about how his father is also drunk. With the unsuccessful attempt of catching his attention, you instead call out his name. In response, his head snaps to you with a painful noise that sounds like his neck breaking.

“Are you good Alastor…?,” his stare is still there but it looks more focused compared to the past 20 minutes.

You wait for him to respond, or at least for his brain to work again. Alastor blinks slowly, his smile growing bigger as his eyes finally focus on yours. The empty gaze turns soft and sitting before you is Alastor not as the Radio Demon, but his truest most pure self. And now that you think about it, you don’t hear the faint hum of the radio coming out from him, it was pure silence. That is until he finally speaks to you.

“Hello sha…”

Your breath hitches. 

You did not expect the cajun accent that came out of his mouth, and by God was it hot. It took you longer than you wanted to respond, the sheer change of his usual accent surprising you.  And the surprise must be obvious on your face as Alastor chuckles at your bafflement. 

“Why, what’s wrong dear…?”

He speaks slowly, slurring some of his words, but the accent is still thick on his tongue.

“Nothing, it’s just… how are you? You’ve been staring at the wall ever since you lost to Lucifer.”

“Hm… Nothin’, just thinkin’.”

“Thinking about what?”

“You.”

He purrs, the half lidded stare directed at you burns your body hot. It was nearly impossible to look away from him, but luckily he moved first, perching his head onto his crossed arms, looking adorably tired.

“So uh.. You drink whiskey huh?,” you fumbled, pointing to the various bottles that surrounded him.

He nods, still burrowed in his arms. The others are starting to retreat to their rooms, waving a goodnight to the people left in the lobby, which was you, Alastor and Husk, who is now starting to clean up the bar.

“You know, I haven’t tried whiskey yet.”

Alastor raises his head to look at you, mouth slightly opened as if to display his disbelief to your lack of taste. 

“Well, surely you have to try at least once!”

Husk was only minding his business, cleaning up the bottles on the table when Alastor yanks his arm and pulls him to demand a bottle of whiskey. The cat demon's face scrunched up, and he looks at you with a ‘are you fucking for real’ face, you can only smile sheepishly back. Being given no choice, he complies to Alastors demand, grumbling about wanting to sleep but needing to still clean up after you both. Feeling pity, you volunteer to do his work and let him go to bed, he eagerly agrees and practically books it upstairs. 

The demon left with you shows off the bottle he acquired, popping off the cap with a flourish. You try to find a glass to drink out of but Alastor had another idea. He drinks out from the bottle and before you can ask him to stop, he grips the back of your head and kisses you.

Your eyes widen, freezing in your seat in shock and awe. His hand moves under your chin and his thumb trails up to hook it through your lips and pulls open your mouth. The whiskey from his mouth transfers to yours, burning as you gulp it down your throat. He finally pulled away when there was no more whiskey left to transfer.

“Well, what do you think? Do you like it?”

The dopey smile on his face is impossible to ignore, he looks so pleased yet still so hungry, but the ever so gentleman still waits for your reaction.

Honestly, you don’t know if you liked the whiskey but you really, really, really liked the kiss.

“Yeah! Yeah, I liked it.”

“That's good! I’m glad my deer also likes the stuff that I like. Haha! Here, have some more!”

He nudges the bottles to you, but since it's midnight and you’d rather not have a hangover by the morning. So you refused, and he full on pouted, pouted! And he looked so sad too, his ears flattened and everything! 

You couldn’t bear to see him that sad, even though it’s actually terrifying seeing the Radio Demon, acting like a dejected puppy. So you came up with a solution to both of your problems.

Gingerly holding his cheek, your hands carefully pull his face to yours, his gaze curious but willing. You bit your lip before kissing him lightly, unsure of whether it’s okay or not to do this to the predator that has been haunting your days. The same predator who's now reduced to putty in your hands, eagerly kissing you back with vigour. He tastes of whiskey, which was what you were finding for, and slightly of blood, maybe his meal from earlier that night.

You pull away from him when you start to lose air from the kiss, he complies, his face dazed and the blush from the kiss spreads across his face. Catching your breath, you see Alastor move closer to you, he moves his face to your neck, sniffing it deeply.

“What are you doing…?”

“I’ve been waitin’ for you to accept me for so long...You don’t understand how long I’ve longed for you sha… To become mine,” he starts to ramble, the cajun accent still thick, and only getting thicker the lower his voice gets. His hands start to roam around your body, gripping your waist tight as he pulls you close to him, he would have pulled you onto his lap if you haven’t stood your ground.

“Oh… how I wanted to rip those damned men that try to take you away from me, ‘specially that cursed sorry excuse of a father, Charlie would be soooo much better taken care of by you n’ me. Nifty already thinks of you as her parent, to which of course I wholly agree with. You’d make a perfect parent sha.”

You stay silent as his whole body is now fully leaned against you. 

“I like helpin’ you out n’ Nifty, makes me feel like a proud father n’ a good husband… Ohhhh, i’d love to be your husband.”

“Sometimes, I like to follow you around to protect you from those disgustin’ dogs tryin’ to steal you away from me.”

What the fuck is happening? You thought this man hated your guts and only wanted to fuck with you for fun, but not like this. Yeah the kiss wasn’t good either but you only wanted to do it for bragging rights, like who could say they kissed the Radio Demon?? Oooh, Vox would have your head if he knew about this, that tv head of his and his weird obsession with Alastor. 

“Would you like to be mine sha?,” his voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his face now planted on your chest as his face nuzzles on it, you can see movement under his coat but you ignore it in favour of looking at him.

“Well… uh…”

“Please…? Please be mine…”

He moves his face close to you again, his breath tickling your lips, tempting you to kiss him again. Your response gets stuck on the tip of your tongue, but luckily, you don’t have to respond as his body flops onto yours, his weight fully on top of you. You can hear his leveled breathing as he dozed off, cradled against your neck, a sign of him now being asleep.

Well shit. You’d have to drag this 7 foot deer up his room, and you pray that he doesn’t remember anything from tonight.

[slvttyplum]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ WE’RE NOT STOPPING| CHOSO

SYNOPSIS: You and choso have been friends for a while messing with each other here and there but what happens when you guys finally get to the finale of things.

CONTENTS: teasing, friends with benefits?, restraining, smut, rough, also a college au?

As you walk into the small dorm room, snacks fill your chest, and you quickly let them fall onto his bed.

“ta-da!” You say, smiling brightly with your hands on your hips, and Choso looks at you, grinning, then at the snacks.

"A honey bun... hm, that’s a choice.” He says that, picking up the pack of skittles next to them, you grab a pack of trolls, popping one in your mouth.

"I didn’t know what to get; I was rushing.” He nods, staring at you intently. You look at the ground, stuffing more trollis in your mouth, avoiding his gaze.

The only thing you could hear was the cars zooming past and the laughter from your peers outside.

“so what—“

“should we?” Choso says, and the room immediately follows, with silence after. You pick up your head, looking at him, then back at the ground.

Your heart started to beat out of your chest upon hearing those two words.

You and Choso were friends—well,  closer friends at that—but do friends kiss? touch each other up, leave marks on each other?

Choso set the candy down, placing one of his hands on your cheek. His palm was warm, but his fingertips were cold.

“We don’t have to.” He says, sliding his thumb over your cheek, you tightened the grip on the candy, not knowing what to do, scared he could hear your heart beating.

You wanted to fuck him, of course, and you’ve been holding it off for months.

"Hey, wanna go—.”

"I have exams; byeeee!” you say, slamming the door shut behind you.

Something was weighing on you, and you didn’t know what it was. Was it the fact that you didn’t want to ruin something that never started? the expectations and whether it was going to be good or not? What was it?

“Look at me," Choso says as his hand travels down to your neck. You slowly look into his eyes, his cold black eyes, despite being the opposite.

“Tell me what to do, baby.” You didn’t want to admit how that made you weak in the knees. You lean in close to where both your noses are touching, tossing the candy on the counter.

He grins, sliding his hand to the middle of your back and leaning in to kiss you. It was soft, but quickly turned sinister as his tongue entered your mouth.

His body was leaning off the bed as yours was up close to him, your chest touching his. the bulkyness of both sweatshirts rubbing together.

He took his other hand, putting it on your cheek for structure—something to hold onto. His finger slid across your cheek as your tongues danced in each other's mouths.

He slowly slid his hand down your back, cupping your ass and causing you to moan into your mouth.

He chuckles into the kiss, doing it again. “You like that?” You nod, not saying a word, putting your all into the kiss.

The taste of sweetness is all throughout your mouths, mixing with each other. His hand slipped into your jeans, taking a handful of ass and squeezing harder. You take a step back, pulling your sweatshirt over your head and revealing a white cami top. He looks at you, licking his lips and doing the same, only revealing his bare torso and abs.

He smiled, pulling your arm into his and placing kisses on your jaw and neck. He leans down more, taking both your thighs and hoisting you up. With both your legs on both sides of him, straddling him, you place your hands on his shoulders, kissing his cheek, then slowly down to his jaw.

He smiles, rubbing your back and ass. You start to get impatient as you grind into him, feeling him get hard under you.Taking his hand off your ass, slipping it between both of you and unbuttoning your pants. He flips you over, so now you’re under him, sliding them off.

You’re wearing red underwear, and he’s intrigued. “Did you wear these for me?” He asks, smirking. You feel your cheeks starting to get warm, and you wave your hands in front of you.

“no,no.” He eyes you down from pussy to eyes, mentally stripping you before hand. He takes his finger, looping it under the pantie band and slowly sliding it off.

You’re laid there, your heart beating so fast it could run away. It was finally happening, but wait...

“What about your roommate?” You ask, sitting up on your elbows. Choso looks at you, then at the door, then back at you with that same smirk plastered on his face.

“Oho, nervous he’s going to see you laid out for me?" He says this, placing small kisses on your legs and looking you in the eye.

Those damn eyes

You lay back down, pressing against the pillows that were behind you. Of course you were nervous about that; you didn’t want him to see what you were going to do to him. He continues to place small kisses from your legs to your thighs. “Ready for me to take these off?” he says, laying in between your thighs.

You could feel his breath seep into your panties making your pussy wet. You reach out your hand, grabbing one of his little messy ponytails and nodding.

He stares at you in the eyes, kissing near your pussy, “uhn uhn use your words for me.”

you swallow and push down your pride, “take them off.”

He chuckles, looping both his fingers in your panties sliding them off with ease, your pussy on full display. “That’s my girl.”

He’s gripping one thigh and laying on it as he pushes your over thigh out, sliding his finger over your slit, causing you to flinch. He looks at you, smirking, and does it again. “You’re really sensitive down here, huh?” He’s teasing your slit while you look him in the eye, smirking down at him.

"I'm sensitive in a lot of places; find out.” He presses his finger on your clit and he’s sliding his other finger on your slit.

You’re holding back moans as your breath and words get caught in your throat. It felt good, even though he was barely doing anything… Were you always like this?

He leans closer, placing a small peck on your pussy as he removes his hand fully and places it on your other thigh. Placing more small kisses until he takes a long lick of your entrance and licks your clit, shivers go down your spine, but you don’t want to moan yet; it’s too early for that.

You slowly take your hand, gripping his pigtail, and move your hips against his mouth. He chuckles in between licks, “impatient. Tell me what you want; use your words.”

You shut your eyes at those words. You didn’t know exactly what you wanted at the moment; all you wanted was him.

He stops licking, causing you to open your eyes, and he gets up, pulling your arm.

“Sit on my face.” Your eyes widen at his words, and you stumble over your words, trying to find the right response.

“what?”

Choso lays in the position you were in earlier, but his head is completely on the mattress. “Come sit on my face, baby.”

You laugh to yourself crawling in between his legs, “Take off your pants first.” You say this as he leans forward, leaning on his elbows.

“Do it for me; I'm sure you know how.”

You scoff at his bitchy tone and go to pull his pants off, revealing his hard on in his briefs, almost poking your eye out.

"Excited, aren’t we?”

Choso chuckles and pulls you into him, going in for a kiss. The kiss is eager and sweet, and you reach your hand down, rubbing his hard on.He’s smiling into the kiss and takes one of his hands, gripping your ass. "I'm ready," he says as he leans out of the kiss.

He slides down the mattress more, so you have more space. You climb on top of him and hover over his face, gripping the small headboard in front of you.

"Okay, sit down.” You laugh and sit down slowly. You’ve never done this before and were a bit anxious, but slowly you adjusted.

You’re fully on his man’s face, and he takes a long lick of your pussy, taking both his hands and gripping your thighs.

"I got you; sit down fully.” You swallow hard and do as he says, his nose hitting your clit and his tongue deep inside you swirling.

“fuck! w-wait!” You say, putting your head on the headboard, trying not to fall back.

“Mmm mm," he says, licking faster, the wetness of his tongue coating every part of your pussy, This felt different but so good.

You quickly take one of your hands off the headboard, putting it on his pigtail for more stability. Your thighs were shaking and your heart was racing; this was a new sensation all around.

“Choso w… Wait, I'm about to cum.” You say with a full grip on his hair now that he’s moaning while he’s eating you, so the vibrations from his voice erupt through you.

He ignores you, continuing to lick. He takes one of his fingers and slips one inside.

“ah! cho… wait..”

He’s pumping his finger inside of you while he sucks on your clit, his tongue sliding over it every time he sucks it in.Every passing second feels like you’re floating. You clench around his fingers as he slips another finger in. You throw your head back, falling back onto his legs. Your eyes are blank, with nothing but tiny white dots.

Choso sits up, spreading your thighs. You try to sit up but can't. He leans down and begins licking again. You sit up and start to protest.

“fuck!! no stop!” He keeps licking and pumping two fingers inside you; your legs are twitching, and you’re only half a mind.

"Sto-," you say, but you give up, flopping back down on his legs. He leans out, looking at you with dark eyes.

He slides his legs from under you, pushing your thighs out and holding your legs. You’re laid out, not processing what’s going on.

He leans towards the dresser, opening it and pulling out a condom.

Unwrapping the condom, he takes one hand, places it on your cheek, and rubs a thumb over you. “Get it together; we’re only starting.”

You roll your eyes, trying to snap out of it, but your pussy is still throbbing. He slides the condom on, lining himself up with you.

“Come on, are you ready?” You shake your head with your legs still spread out.

"Yes, you are," he says, pushing himself inside of you. Your eyes widen as he’s slowly entering, and you lean forward, pushing his stomach.

He takes your hand and goes to get the other one, gripping both your wrists. “Move your hand.” You’re so wet; he’s going inside of you so easily. Four strokes in, and he gets progressively faster.

"Wa-wait, slow down.” You say with drool falling out of the side of the mouth, Choso leans forward, pressing his other hand into your thigh.

He takes his tongue, licking the drool, and places kisses along your jaw. He gets faster, slapping you hard. His grip on your wrist gets tighter as his body weight falls on you.

It felt so fucking good; all thoughts were out of your mind, his body colliding with yours. All and any words were slipping out of that beautiful mouth of yours: “Please, faster.”

He smirks, doing as you say, slamming into you, so rough that your head is hanging off the bed, your mouth is hung open, and your eyes are drooped out. He lets go of your hands, taking in an eyeful of your boobs bouncing up with every thrust.

This was a sight he didn’t mind seeing every day; you looked so fucking good.

“You like that?” he says, leaning down, placing a kiss on your stomach, then looking at you as your head hangs off the bed.

He keeps pace as he leans up, picking up your head and holding it in his hand.

“Answer me, pretty baby.” You wrap your arms around him, nodding. "Yes, yes, I love it," you say as he’s deep inside you.

He feels you tighten around him and get faster. He leans into the crook of your neck, sucking on it.

You tasted so good, he couldn’t get enough. Your eyes were rolled back so far that you thought you could see your brain.

“mmm mm mm.” No words were coming out of your mouth anymore; thoughts were barely forming in that pretty head of yours.

Before placing a few more hickeys, he removes your hands and turns you around; you’re on all fours. He takes his hand, pushing your back down. “Arch your back for me.”

You comply and arch it as far as it could go: “There we go.” He coos as his hand stays on your back to keep the position.

His other hand grips your ass and thrusts roughly into you.

“FUCK!!” you say as your body is rocked and your head is pressed into the mattress.

He takes both your arms and crosses your wrists, slamming into you. The view was something else. Your head is pushing into the mattress at every stroke, and your mouth is open with drool leaking out every time he pounds into you.

“That’s a good girl; cum on this dick.”

You clench around him at his words, and you're gasping for air as you’re reaching your climax.

“Wa-… wait, please”.

Choso digs deep inside of you, going faster as your fingers move in his grip from all the pleasure.

"I thought..." he grunts out, slamming harder into you.

“You wanted this baby.” He says this, chuckling. Your eyes are rolled back as you’re drooling out for him.You’re not sure if you came already or are about to cum again, but you’re clenching around him again.

"Please, slow down.” You breathed out, and he slammed into you so hard and fast that you were sure you were going to fall.

You had no balance; your hands were behind your back as the side of your face was on the mattress.

“Mmm mm," he says, slapping your ass. You moan loudly from this cumming on his dick. He looks down at himself entering in and out of you, his dick glistening.

“woahhh you just squirted. Awe,  you’re such a good slut.” He says as he admires his dick as he goes faster, his pace getting sloppier. His grip on your wrist gets tighter, and he leans over you, whispering in your ear.

“Be a good girl and cum with me.” Your breathing is getting heavier,and so is his; you’re slamming back into him as he does you.

the room filled with your skin slapping against his, “Right there, baby, keep going," he says, grunting in your ear.

He slams into you one last time before folding on top of you and releasing your wrists. Your arms slide off behind your back and down on the mattress.

After a couple of seconds, Choso gets up and removes the condom, tossing it in the trash. You’re still in the same position as earlier, still mind-fucked.

Your eyes were filled with white spots, and your vision was blurry. He gets off the bed, pulling your legs off the bed softly.

“Come on, y/n, are you okay?”

You cough and pick your body up. You sit up, looking down at Choso, who has his hands on your thighs, looking up at you with one ponytail and the other half disheveled.

"I'm okay," you say with a weak voice, smiling. He chuckles, wrapping his arm around your waist and tossing you over his shoulder.

“Wait! Wait!” you say, laughing as he walks you to the bathroom.

That was the best sex you’ve ever had.

[weebsinstash]

I'm on my betrayal loving bullshit again thinking of some shit like, the typical hero plot where one lies to an ally to intentionally mislead them and keep them away from danger, but it's hidden under the guise of, something that can be REALLY shitty on the surface, and I'm thinking about a yandere coming to "collect" you after revealing the truth and you're all "oh, ok, I understand! I'm still staying here and not coming back with you though :)"

Batman showing up at your apartment, "listen I know I started voicing complaints and even initiated the vote to kick you from the Justice League BUT it was all part of my contingency plan, there was a mole in the League connected to Darkseid and--" and you just hit him with "ok great thats awesome good for you um, I destroyed my costume and threw it in the garbage and I'm an alcoholic now and also thanks for making me realize how much I hate myself and how I never belonged anywhere, you can go now ok thanks byeeee :')" and here therein commences the mass surveillance on your phone/house/walking routes/internet use/the inside of your bedroom--

Same idea twice really but, Miguel coming back from those one ideas I had, "hey, I'm sorry I kicked you out of the Spider Society because you weren't trying to date anyone in your universe, also maybe we fooled around a little and had mutual feelings and I broke your heart by kicking you out and trying to get you to date in your own universe, but it turns out canon isn't real, so, 👉👈🥺❤️?" and here you are, "oh cool, I wish you happiness with whomever you choose :) I'm glad I'm 'allowed' to be single since, you know, you proved to me i dont belong anywhere :)"

Gojo "I'm sorry I bullied you and called you weak when you wanted to go up against this one curse but it was actually way stronger than you and you would have died if I hadn't talked you out of it" Satoru standing there with disbelief as he sees you've gotten rid of anything to do with Jujutsu Tech (uniform, equipment, or otherwise), "being a sorceror is stupid. You were right, I'm NOT cut out for it. I think I want to settle down. I'm gonna give Nanami a call"

You gotta take the character that's totally down bad for you and have them absolutely break your heart and then when they come back for you and reveal, actually, they may have had an extremely good reason for doing so and never wanted to anyways, you're just like "actually you know what? You opened up deeper psychological wounds inside of me and fundamentally damaged me and I don't think I can be the same person you remember me as anymore" and leaving them DESPERATE to keep you, any version of you, in their lives at all costs

[zhvakinnn]

I have a request 🤓 !! Can I get a SBG one shot or headcanons (I don’t really care ) where the reader is extremely closed off, she doesn’t get close with the group and doesn’t even talk to them in school. She’s very vague and overall not communtive. The thing is, is that she’s not even shy, she’s just like that !! She’s not really close with anyone in the group but hangouts with her other friends in school. She doesn’t even discuss plans with them.

Maybe you could do a little something by where she has a journal and she uses it a lot. That’s what I was thinking. She puts all her thoughts in there and just leaves it in class and it just had like all these little notes about the group and positive things about them.

IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS TO MUCH, or this goes against your guidelines 😕

BYEEEE !! 😊😊😊

Masterlist

I don't see and ship with the reader so im expecting this is platonic ^^

Paring: sbg x fem reader (platonic)

Warnings:

✨as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me✨

Many people are making fun of you, you even got a nickname

Loner wolf

There's just slight happiness in a lonely world but sometimes you wish for a friend but never got the chance since elementary you were known as a loner because you thought being alone is peaceful and fun

But as you grow up people tend to tease you and just completely made you into a ghost, ignoring you and stuff

Then you made a friend even if it's one you were happy you didn't feel invisible by the others naked eye but again the problem is you began to have trust issues when you got a friend you didn't want another one you feel like you're gonna be left out and your friend accepted your opinion and stayed with you all the time

They knew how you were a loner before and understand your feelings

Then this girl came bumping to you making you glare at her but became soft she had brown eyes, hair she apologize then a boy came waving at her

Tyler Hernandez a baseball player and it must be his twin who i just bump into though i don't know her name

You didn't take long to break your eyes from them and walked away

-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-✧-

You lost your friend in the crowd when it was the bell rang you kept peaking through the people in the way, you didn't notice you bump someone again

Its the same girl Hernandez

"ahahaha looks like we bump again to each other" she said saying sorry again, you only make a quiet sorry before walking away again she only made a confusing face because most of the time you ask for the name and kinda became friends, looks like her expectation is false

.

You finally found them and went to the class you looked at the chairs and saw names you came looking for yours and finally found it you sat down and wait for the others to come

The teacher introduce himself now it was out turn since we're at the back my friend and i are the last one to introduce ourselves

When it's my turn i stand up and simply said my name and my hobbie/s when you looked at your side the twin of Hernandez was looking at you then she smiled you only made a little nod then sat back at the chair

Then at lunch you came across with a blonde boy and Barron on some corner of the school looks like their chatting but their not your about to ignore it but when you saw Barron hitting his head you know what he was doing your friend ask you where your going and only said 'somewhere' they shrugged it off but told you where to meet you nodded at them

Once you got there Barron noticed you and not even caring that he got caught cause no one will believe you and no one even dare to tell on him

You grip at his arm and said let go of the blonde boy, you don't know how to fight, your not strong enough so there was only thing you could do, you can't go 2 against 3 so

You kicked his balls and ran with the blonde the other two were chasing you so you both went to a crowded place and finally you both lost them

The blonde boy and you were catching your breaths when you were okay he said 'thank you' and then introduce himself

"thank you so much im Logan, Logan fields we both have the same class" oh right you didn't pay attention to them introducing you didn't notice this was your classmate

You only nodded then walk off waving at him you texted your friend were they were at

.

You began to write journals about them like

'i just know the other Hernandez name, she's Taylor'

'the ginger girl is scary but somewhat sweet'

'the other blonde boy looks crazy and how does he have red eyes? Is he a vampire?'

'the tall dude looks attractive not gonna lie'

'logan is so sweet'

'why does Tyler kept glaring at me'

And yada yada then one day you accidentally left it on your desk and Ben found it he gave it to Taylor and when she took it there was a paper that fell when she read what its says it was like

' i want to make more friends but im not sure if they would like me and not tease me for being a loner before they're all so kind and sweet but still'

When tyler said they shouldn't invade someone's privacy The Notebook was long gone in Taylors hand it was now in Aiden when he started to read they all got curious about it

.

When Taylor gave it back to you, you thank and smiled at her

Little did you know they're planning to be friends with you and your friend

That's it for to day loves

[ronance4everbrainrot]

More little incorrect quotes from Descendants with CharmingHeart/Glassheart.

(and other ships)

Red: Amore, what does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

Chloe: I don’t know, I love you, talk to you later.

Red: Alright, I love you too, I'll ask someone else.

Chloe: Wait- Red, no-

(Red didn't really know much about texting)

---

Red: A person can really hear themselves think out here.

Red’s mind: Did you leave the door unlocked? Does your mother actually love you!? WILL YOU DIE ALONE!?

Red: Well, that was a mistake.

(Beginners mistake, Red. You'll get there..)

---

Chloe: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

Red: AS ENEMIES?!

Chloe:

(Chloe doesn't know if she wants to laugh or cry)

---

Red: That was so hot, Chloe.

Chloe: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Red: I'm so in love with you.

(Red loves this side of Chloe, when it's not directed at her)

---

Dizzy: Tell me a little about yourself.

Red: I'd rather not, I really like this group.

(Dizzy and Celia joined Red and Chloe's friend group. Dizzy is Chloe's cousin.)

---

Celia: Can I get a waffle?

Red and Chloe: *fighting and yelling at each other*

Celia: Can I p l e a s e get a waffle?

(Alternative Universe where there was no coup and Red and Chloe became roommates and get on each other's nerves a lot)

---

Red: Who wants to make fifty bucks?

Dizzy: How?

Red: I need someone to take the fall.

Celia: What did you do?

Red: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked.

Chloe, from the other room: Oh my god.

Red: ...

Chloe: OH MY GOD!

Celia and Dizzy: Make it a hundred.

Red: Deal.

(Same Universe as before)

---

*In a horror movie situation*

Dizzy: I've got no service in my phone here.

Chloe: Shoot, my battery just died.

Red: Sorry guys, I just broke my phone with a hammer.

Celia: Guys, my phone is a playing card.

(Damn. Bridget has been worry spamming her and Red couldn't take it anymore.)

---

Mal, to Evie: I mean, I get complimented all the time-

Carlos: *starts cackling*

Mal: I do!

Jay: *laughs harder*

(They love getting on her nerves)

---

Mal: A stake to the heart won't kill a vampire if their tits are big enough.

Carlos: Yeah, you just catch it.

Evie: Nah nah nah, deflects it. Stake? Just bounces right off. Done. Back to doing hot girl shit.

Jay: Then I just use a spear instead.

Mal: You are trying so hard to kill a vampire with big bazongas, and for what? Why would you do that to the ecosystem?

(Yeah Jay! Why? Like damn)

---

Jay: Who would you swipe right for? Audrey or Uma?

Mal: I would delete the app.

(Jay, stop. Evie and Mal just had a small fight. It's not a break up)

---

Jay: Mal and I are so close we even share a toothbrush.

Mal: We what?

(No Jay. Why. But true)

---

Mal: Do you love me?

Evie: We’re literally married.

Mal: Yeah, but as friends or—

(Mal, you're too insecure. Evie, kiss her insecurities away)

---

Mal: My dad has a spiked collar.

Mal: *dog

(wait let me fix this real quick)

Mal: My dog had a spiked collar when he was a teen.

Mal: *dad

(now)

---

Hope you like it.

Also I'm so glad I finally found other teenagers that Red and Chloe can hang out with other than their teen parents lol

Celia and Red would thrive

Ok byeeee

Edit:

I wanted to Google how old Celia and Dizzy were. I was thinking 12-13 and they are 13. And Red and Chloe are 16 but since there was a time skip from Descendants 3 to the Rise of Red. I thought they'd be the same age.

HOWEVER

The time skip was apparently 16 YEARS (which may have been mentioned at the beginning of the movie and I forgot. Idk) also that would mean Chloe and Red are born when descendants 3 ended or somewhere in that timespan. Damn.

Buuut I shall make Celia and Dizzy 16. Because I said so... We don't talk about the complications.

Ok byeee again

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hey can you do literally anything with babey civilian / badass supervillain? Maybe a little bit of jealous hero who won't leave civilian alone?

All up to you your work is amazing have a chocolate 🍫 byeeee

This is choco anon i will be back

Hey Choco Anon! Sorry it took so long to reply to this, but yeah, I can give it a try! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

Thank you to @thepenultimateword for helping me on this one!

The sight of Hero made Civilian walk a little faster. They were anxious to get to their destination without being intercepted by the crime-fighter. Despite the good things the press always said about them, there was something about Hero that sent shivers down Civilian’s spine.

Civilian just reached their bus stop when a gloved hand came to rest on their shoulder.

“Well, hello there, pretty,” Hero said, “what are you doing out alone so late?”

Civilian gulped, their body stiffening. They turned to face them.

“I’m just waiting for my bus,” Civilian said quietly.

“Speak up, doll,” Hero said sweetly, “I have a lot of abilities, but super hearing isn’t one of them.”

“Just waiting for the bus,” Civilian repeated a little louder.

“Hm,” Hero mused, “you don’t usually take a bus to get home, where are you off to?”

Civilian faltered, how did Hero know about their route home?

“I- I’m just-”

“Hope you’re not going near that criminal’s base,” Hero continued, “I’ve noticed Supervillain’s had their eye on you for a while, you need to be careful, doll.”

Civilian nodded stiffly.

“I am careful,” Civilian said, forcing a polite smile.

Hero tucked a strand of hair behind Civilian’s ear. Civilian fought back a shudder.

“I know,” Hero said, “but you’d do well to have someone looking out for you.”

The sound of a bus stopping made Civilian relax just a little. Finally, they were saved!

“Well, uh, this is my bus, so, um, bye-”

Civilian went to leave, but Hero grabbed their wrist.

“Where are you trying to go?” Hero asked, “I can take you there. Statistically, flying is the safest way to travel.”

“Oh, that’s okay-”

“I insist,” Hero said, pulling Civilian closer and starting to rise up.

Civilian’s stomach dropped.

“Hero!” a voice shouted.

Hero stopped a few feet in the air, turning to the source of the voice.

“Hands off,” Supervillain said, approaching them, “they’re not interested.”

“How would you know?” Hero asked, landing back on the ground, “have they told you that?”

“The look on their face says everything,” Supervillain said, charging two balls of dark energy, “let them go. Now.”

Hero chuckled, moving Civilian so that they were behind them.

“This’ll just be a second,” they said.

Hero summoned two fireballs and strutted toward Supervillain. Supervillain cast a glance at Civilian.

“Run,” they mouthed.

Before Hero could turn to see what Civilian would do, Supervillain clocked them hard in the jaw, dark energy spreading into their skin. Civilian didn’t stay to watch what would happen next; they bolted, turning a corner and running to who knew where.

…

Civilian hid in an alleyway, trying to catch their breath and slow their racing heart. A figure landed next to them. Civilian’s heart leapt into their throat, whipping around to face them.

“Supervillain,” they realized, breathing a sigh of relief.

Civilian collapsed against the alley wall. Supervillain approached them slowly.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Supervillain said, “they won’t bother you anymore. I made sure of it.”

“Thank you,” Civilian breathed, “thank you thank you thank you.”

“…Can I come closer?” Supervillain asked gently.

Civilian managed to nod. Supervillain closed the rest of the distance between them.

“Would you like me to take you home?” they asked.

Civilian shook their head.

“C-can I stay with you tonight? Please?”

“Of course, love. I’m going to pick you up now, alright?”

Civilian nodded again. Supervillain put their arms around them and lifted them into the air, flying back to their base.

“Next time you want to see me, don’t take the bus,” Supervillain said, “just call me and I’ll come get you.”

Civilian buried their face in Supervillain’s chest, muttering out a muffled reply.

…

Supervillain gently sat Civilian down on the large, plush couch in their living room. They crouched down to get a better look at their lover.

“Talk to me,” Supervillain said, “did they do anything to you?”

Civilian shook their head, tears forming in their eyes.

“I think they were stalking me. I don’t feel safe anymore. They’re so… grabby and forceful.”

Something dark glinted in Supervillain’s eyes, but it faded before Civilian could see it.

“Like I said, they shouldn’t come near you again,” Supervillain said, “if they do, I swear I will finish what I started.”

“What did you do?” Civilian sniffled.

“Don’t worry about it,” Supervillain said with a small smile, “it’s nothing you need to lose sleep over.”

Supervillain sat down on the couch next to Civilian. Civilian cuddled up to them, sobbing quietly. Supervillain ran their hand up and down their lover’s shoulder, shushing them gently.

…

Hero’s mangled body was rushed to a local hospital, where it was determined that Supervillain had shattered their arms, legs, and jaw. It would be a while before they had an opportunity to bother Civilian again, and if they did… well, the funeral would be a spectacle for sure.

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Stellate (sex pollen) | Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Scientist!Reader

NSFW (minors + ageless blogs DNI) CW for dubcon / dubious consent, sex pollen, fuck or die (possibly?), oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), squirting, panty stealing, dead dove do not eat [if i missed anything, lmk please!] w/c: ~1.3k a/n: I needed more sex pollen fics in my life so I tried my best to fulfill that need—now i’m gonna see if I can get some work done now, byeeee [edited: this was my first attempt at smut in ages, sorry if it's rough]

You and Soap had been tasked with receiving samples of a plant from a remote enemy research facility that had been reported abandoned. Soap was to act as your bodyguard in case the intel was faulty and a few enemies, or traps, remained while you collected the samples that the head researchers from your lab needed. You accepted the mission, you had no choice but to, and didn’t fuss about Soap’s talkative presence on the journey to the facility. His stories were funny and almost as charming as his blue eyes, and the sense of security he gave you was welcoming.

The intel had been accurate: the research outpost was abandoned, and based on appearances, it had been a hasty abandonment. Partially full gas cans sat beside trucks that had been haphazardly loaded with various crates. In the offices, personal items remained littered on the desktops. The floors of the general labs were stained with various chemicals, research notes and glass from beakers and full titration sets scattered across the floor. Soap pressed forward to the hydroponic labs and you followed him nervously, keeping six feet between you just in case something went wrong ahead.

The hydroponics lab was dimly lit with a faint haze that hung dimly in the air. Florescent tubes flickered randomly behind the glass covers. State-of-the-art hydroponic tables stood in perfectly measured rows with clusters of leafy plants in wide, black plastic pots. The flowers that bloomed in clusters on top were beautiful: stellate petals colored lilac, slashed with a deep orange down the center.

You got to work as quickly as you could, gloving your hands and laying out your equipment on the empty space beside your chosen plant. With a steady hand, you gently plucked a few petals with a pair of long tweezers, placing each one into its own marked specimen pouch. You collected a few leaves, noting that the margins were dentate. You snipped one of the stamens, being sure to not jostle it too much as you lowered into a pouch.

The plant…shuddered when you looked back at it in preparation to swipe a sample of the stigma. You gave the plant a long, hard look. It had shuddered, you knew it had, yet there had been no breeze, and Soap was across the lab doing his own thing. There was no evidence that something was alive in the lab, either: no cocoons or webs, droppings or bite marks on any of the leaves you’d looked at. You pressed the cotton tip of the swab to the stigma and twisted it once for your sample.

It moved again and you took a step back, calling out for Soap. The flowers turned to you—actually turned—and a faintly pink substance sputtered from the stigmas and into your face. A short coughing fit overcame you as your lungs started to burn, your eyes watering and clouding over with a pink haze.

Panic bloomed in your heart and the blood in your veins shot cold before a wave of painful heat slithered through your veins and settled into your bones. Your heartbeat became erratic as whatever compound in the flower’s pollen mixed with the chemical components in your brain, which was no doubt accelerated by your panic.

Soap’s voice, muffled by the faint ringing that had settled in your ears, partially registered in your mind and you looked toward him. His broad form was vaguely recognizable through the pink haze over your eyes. A painful throbbing perfectly in time with your heartbeat settled between your legs as he fussed over your pollen-covered face with a dampened rag. Need. God, you needed something. Him, that’s what you needed.

The little logical voice in your head was long gone, silence by another voice. Its eerie whispers filled every nook and cranny of your mind as it planted image after image of Soap fucking you in every position you’d read about and watched on those lonely nights that had become far too frequent. You fisted the straps of his tactical vest, pulling him closer. “Help,” you panted. You grabbed his hand to guide it between your thighs. He froze and blasphemed under his breath as he felt how wet you were through your slacks. “Help me, please. Do something!” His fingers crooked against your clothed cunt. “Evac’ll be here soon,” he rasped.

Your head shook ‘No’ quickly. “Not soon enough. You gotta help me now!”

“Lass—“

“Please,” you sobbed. “I need it—I want it!”

His hands settled on your hips as he shushed you. He walked you back to the edge of the edge of the hydroponic bench. You’re pressed into the edge and then you were on your back, your slacks and underwear yanked down and tossed aside. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders as he knelt on the concrete floor. His rough thumb worked quickly against your throbbing clit while his tongue moved against your leaking slit. Your hips bucked, pathetic whimpers and breathy moans falling from your lips. All the heat in your veins suddenly moved towards your belly, coiling tighter and tighter. It wasn’t enough all of a sudden. You begged for more as you carded your fingers through his hair and pressed his face harder against you. His hold on you shifted, his tongue replacing his thumb against your clit as his slowly pressed his middle finger into you. A dizzying mix of praise laced with fond degradation was panted against your clit as you clenched around his finger that crooked against that spot that made you see stars behind your eyelids, that spot very few men you’d been with cared to focus on. His ring finger slipped into you and his pace quickened. The stimulation, the stretch, those filthy sweet words he panted against you was quickly becoming your undoing. The coiled tension that sat low in your belly tightened suddenly. You tried to warn him that you were about to cum but all that came from your mouth was a sharp gasp as you gushed around his fingers. You whined when he pulled his fingers from you as he stood. The fog in your mind had begun to dissipate quickly. That eerie voice that told you all the ways you needed Soap had been silenced, you vision cleared of the pink haze. Soap placed your slacks beside you as he licked his lips and fingers clean of you. That image was going to stay with you for the rest of your life, not that you minded. His radio crackled to life, announcing the arrival of the evac and quarantine team. You He carefully slid your specimen pouches and tools into your satchel while you shakily pulled on your slacks— “Where’s…my underwear?” you asked. Soap shrugged and turned on his heels to make his way out of the lab. Your eyes caught the bunch of familiar black fabric sticking out of his back pocket when you call into line behind you. You didn’t mention it. Not after he cured you of whatever that pollen did to you. He deserved a little reward for all his help. You took in a sharp breath as you exited the building. The air was crisp, cool. Soap nudged your side and you looked to your left. A small team of contamination personnel worked to set up their screening tent and laid out PPE for your return to base. “We’re gonna be in quarantine for a while,” you told him. You felt his eyes drift to you, and out of the corner of your eye you noticed him smirk. “Aye. Reckon it’ll be together?” “Hm…Possibly.” “Quarantine can be borin’.” Your lips pursed as you try not to grin. You fail. “That it can. Got some ideas to keep the boredom at bay?” He snorted. “Aye, plenty.”

[uninformedartist]

So I listened to the Poison song.

Firstly no hate to Blake, he sang good for most of the song (except that end but I'll get there). I'm not the biggest fan of his voice cos obviously he's being directed to replicate the pilot voice of Michael and its not working for that I got really no hate on Blake, he's just doing what he's directed & paid to do. Who I do got hate on is Viv. From how she treated Michael, how she fired them all, is trying to replicate the magic the pilot VAs put into their voices for the pilot, all that I place on Viv. It was disgusting how she treated the pilot VAs, especially now talking, how she treated Michael. Also fans gotta leave this man alone he's obviously hurt by how he was treated & just doesn't want to associate himself with hazbin anymore, yet his wishes & feelings get disregarded. Also the way Michael & others has been harassed and tormented these past days is also disgusting.

On to the song. It's really what people's saying a knock off Addict. Addict was a good written song, dispite the auto tune on Michael's voice he made it work, like Addict doesn't sound like an ear pain. Poison on the other hand. Blake sounds good for most of the song, can hear the accent he's putting on slipping now and then but its alright. What makes the song a trainwreck is the lyrics and instrumentation Most corny, repetitive, generic lyrics and the instrumentation generic I've heard it before. Its not a wow song, nothing exciting was brought to the table, its a safe little pop song and that's all it is.

Last, well the last part of the song 💀, who directed Blake to sing like that cos they did him dirty did nobody hear how bad that last part of the song was. Really took away the depth of those lyrics.

Anyhow byeeee again

[bookbitchx]

Blog Introduction.

Marhaba, Salut, Hello.

My blog is mostly centered around the Maasverse.

I don't claim to know what it's like or what it takes to write a successful series, let alone multiple, and I never will.

These are my opinions, mostly based on the ACOTAR series, soon enough TOG (a much needed reread before I can give my solid opinion) and CC (whenever I get to actually reading it.)

Heavily centered tags: Anti Rhysand, Anti Feyre, Anti Feysand, Anti IC, Anti Nessian, Anti Cassian, Anti Amren, Anti Mor.

Pro Lucien, Pro Eris, Pro Tamlin, Pro Nesta, Pro Gwyn, Pro Emerie, Pro Tarquin, Pro Helion, Pro Thesan.

Neutral: Azriel, Elain, Vassa, Jurian, Kallias, Viviane, literally anyone else left.

▪︎Anti Rhysand: I can't stand the guy. Plain and simple.

▪︎Anti Feyre: I liked her in the first book, even a few chapters into AF, where that Feyre went, I'll never know.

▪︎Anti Feysand: The most obnoxious rulers in all of Prythian. It would've been fine if they had anything to back it up with, but they don't.

▪︎Anti IC: This one is obvious. They're more like an inbred cult than a found family.

▪︎Anti Nessian: I deluded myself that the bond is Made, and I stand by that.

▪︎Anti Cassian: He's the worst mate ever written by SJM, and that's saying something since she wrote Rhysand.

▪︎Anti Amren: I could tolerate her in AF, but she's completely unnecessary after WAR.

▪︎Anti Mor: Could've been a great character, failed her miserably in whatever it is she is now.

▪︎Pro Lucien: Why wouldn't I be? Easily the best written character in the series.

▪︎Pro Eris: Everything is not as it seems. Maybe I'll eat my words later on, maybe I won't. We'll see.

▪︎Pro Tamlin: This is a tricky one. I don't condone/encourage/find what he did okay pre-petty Feyre revenge. However, he's more than made up and paid for it.

▪︎Pro Nesta: I also don't condone her actions in the first few chapters of TAR, some of SF, but again, she's more than made up for it.

▪︎Pro Gwyn, Emerie, Tarquin, Helion, Thesan: Obvious reasons.

▪︎Azriel: He's there, I guess. I'm disappointed with the way he was written, but yk. Waiting for his book to make up my mind.

▪︎Elain: She's also there. Idk. From what I did see of her in the books, she's alright. Hated her for not standing up for Nesta, but I'm over it.

▪︎Kallias and Viviane: I loved their story, at least the bits that we saw. However, I'll forever judge them for not hounding Rhysand about the 'other' Daemati's name. I'll keep believing he did it until anon Daemati's head is brought and shown.

▪︎Vassa, Jurian: Gave Lucien a place in the band of Exiles. Nothing more needs to be said.

I'm team Elucien all the way.

Iffy about if Gwynriel will happen, but I would love to see them together.

If these are not your things, it's totally your choice. Feel free to leave, or if you want to debate, I'm all for it as long as neither if us try to convince the other of something and try to shove it down the other's throat.

I do post other things, or I'm going to, mostly book reviews based on these genres: Romantasy, Fantasy, Mystery, YA, Dark Romance.

Also, English isn't my first or second language. If I make grammar/vocabulary mistakes, this is my sorry in advance.

Okay, I think that's it.

Byeeee.

[silassinclair]

Not Saying “I Love You” Back Prank || D.Mustaine x Reader

Summary: When Dave gets ready to go to practice you don’t say I love you back when he says it before leaving.

I saw this trend on tiktok a while back and thought it was absolutely adorable!! :)

Grabbing his guitar case Dave walked over to you and placed a sloppy smooch on your cheek. Not batting an eye you kept your eyes on your book. Nothing was more difficult than keeping a straight face at the moment as he placed a few more kisses.

So why are you ignoring his affections? Well you read in a magazine about this trend. Girls wouldn’t say “I Love You” back to their boyfriends. Honestly you wanted to see Dave’s reaction so you decided to test it out.

“Bye Baby. I’ll be back from practice later. Love you.” Dave said with a smile and jogged out of your and his shared bedroom.

“Okay Dave, bye, drive safe.” You said with a gentle smile.

Realizing the prank didn’t work you went back to reading. You thought he’d react but I guess he didn’t really care.

But you didn’t hear the front door of the apartment open nor close.

“Love you baby! I’ll be back later!” He called from rooms over. A grin spread across your face meaning that he did in fact notice you not reciprocating.

“Byeeee!” You called back.

No sound of the door latch was heard. A little thud sounding like his guitar case set on the floor sounded however. “I’m leaving now! Love you!” He called out. This time you decided not to reply at all and went back to your book.

Footsteps were heard coming back to the bedroom. Guitar case no longer in hand Dave stood under he doorway with his hands gripping either side of the doorframe.

“Bye bye now, don’t want you to be late.” You said without looking up from your book. Your smirk was hidden behind your worn book.

“Babyyy.” Dave said with a whiny slur. “What is it? Are you mad at me?”

“No I’m not.” You replied. “You don’t want to be late now do you? You know how Lars gets?”

Dave pouted and folded his toned arms. “You’re not saying it back.”

Deciding to play dumb you dodge his statement completely, “Alright hun. I’ll see you later okay?” You said and slightly turned your head and body away from him. You did it to hide your expression but he took it as something else.

Dave stomped over to the bed and face planted onto the mattress. His arms spread like a starfish. Suddenly, he screamed into the mattress, his voice muffled, “I FUCKING LOVE YOU!! SAY IT BACK! YOU’RE KILLING ME HERE~~!”

This was a true test. You almost broke character but you held on. Patting his back you say calmly, “Okay I get it, now get going.”

That only seemed to make him groan louder into the cushions. “Ughhh!!! SAY IT BACK!!” He said and shot up. Now his pleading face was right in front of yours. Again you tried to hide behind the book but he ripped it from your grasp and threw it wherever, the thud of the spine hitting the wall was heard.

“Look at me and tell me what I did babe, cmon I’m dying here!” He held your cheeks and puckered your lips. Placing a quick peck on your lips he moves to your cheek, forehead, and nose. An “I love you” was said for every quick peck. Now you were full on attacked by an onslaught of his love and affection.

A smile cracked on your face and soon full on giggles were heard. Dave took it as a good sign and grabbed you by your waist to cling to you. His face buried in your chest.

“Tell me why you aren’t givin me the lovin I deserve sweet thing.” He said, voice muffled by your chest.

Now you broke. Laughing at his adorable antics you wrapped your arms around him and kissed his neck.

“I’m sorry hun I was just joking around. I love you so much.” You say and kiss his cheek. His nose wrinkles and he takes your chin in his hand.

“I didn’t find it funny. Had me panicked for a second.” He said with a pout. You audibly awe at his cuteness and kiss his nose.

Pulling back with a smile you say, “You’re the cutest thing love. Awe I love you” A kiss to his cheek, “I love you.” his forehead, “I love you!” And his lips.

Dave snarled and grabbed your face with his whole hand pushing you back. “Agh stop you’re so annoying.”

He could feel your smile form in his palm. “But you love me.” You said and pushed his hand off your face in one quick motion. Not expecting that his mouth was agape, which you saw as an opportunity. You latched onto his mouth with your lips and gave him a wet kiss full of passion.

You could feel his body relax and his stiff shoulders drop. Dave’s arm was still around you and his hand was now gently pressed against your flush cheek.

“It was all a prank love I’m sorry.” You say into the kiss. Dave just made an “mhm” sound and didn’t stop his onslaught of tongue. Both his hands moved down to your waist and to the hem of your shorts. His index fingers hooked the elastic and slowly pulled down.

“Hey wait.” You said and drew back. “You have practice.”

Dave chased your lips again but you kept dodging. “David.”

With a groan he got up off the bed. “Fine. But you’re ass is mine when I get back.” He pointed at you.

“Okay okay now get going.” You shooed him out of the bedroom.

“Alright. Bye babe! Love ya!” He said with a final kiss to the cheek.

“Drive safe.” You said as one final jab. Dave whipped around and jumped at you like a wild animal.

“OH NOW YOU’VE DONE IT! I’M GONNA POUND YOUR LITTLE ASS ALL NIGHT LONG BABE AHAHA!” Dave shouted in a maniacal laughter while you screamed. The two of you wrestled until he had you pinned under him, his hands locked in your wrists.

You nervously laughed, “Hehe… I love you?” It sounded more like a question and Dave just sneered.

“Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to speak until I say you can tonight. Not after the shit you pulled.”

Let’s just say you couldn’t walk the next morning….

“YOU’VE DONE IT NOW! THOSE FUCKERS CAN PRACTICE WITHOUT ME, IM POUNDING YOUR ASS ALL NIGHT LONG!”

“Drive safe.” You said and he whipped around to face you.

“OH NOW YOU’VE DONE IT! C’MERE!”

[irkendogma]

tak is the main antagonist for this crossover fic im writing and due to the lack of canon content beyond literally that one episode and some of etf, sometimes i worry im not doing her any justice or it’s too ooc. what do you think would be the best way to write tak in your opinion? (if you happen to have any advice on the matter. just wondering! byeeee💃)

i'm genuinely so relieved at the specification of "in your opinion" because i have such a strange long-lasting attachment to tak that i think i would second-guess my thoughts on her in an objective vacuum to the point of just saying "she should be purple". but as it is i now have the freedom to go stupid crazy about it

i think there's a number of crucial elements to tak, but i think the one that people miss most in writing her is that she isn't just meant to be a more competent counterpart to zim - she's a direct parallel in terms of her ego, motivation, and backstory (the latter particularly as a result of treatment by irken society)

like zim, tak has an enormous ego and an audacity that places herself above anyone else, even the empire itself (see: her custom invader insignia. that's like drawing a crucifix but substituting yourself for jesus after being refused by the church), and like zim, in spite of her disregard for the empire's rulings she's striving for recognition both by it and within it (to quote her: "the plan i have in store for this nasty rock will so impress the tallest that they'll have no choice but to make me an invader"). the same way zim "quit being banished", tak "escaped" from the janitorial squad she was placed under as a stopgap job until the next elite test in seventy years

i've seen some people write her as tall, but in my opinion her being only very, very slightly taller than zim is not just a stylistic choice but an essential part of her character that draws her backstory together: technically that janitorial job wasn't even a punishment, it was just deemed the most suitable position for her in the absence of official imperial proof that she was capable of anything "better" or "higher" that would've been afforded to a taller more easily

that she made it so far in the elite course at all in spite of her height gives context and precedent to the competence and sheer refusal to admit defeat she exhibits in her attempt to destroy earth, a planet she initially believes is already undergoing an officially-sanctioned invasion judging from how bitterly she tells zim about what should've been "rightfully hers", down to specifically mentioning the great assigning - loops back to her audacity, in that she has zimlike degrees of ego regardless of how hard the circumstances logistically are aligned to stomp her back down (see again her quote where she confidently states her plan to hijack an official invasion will impress the tallest to the point they won't mind her flagrantly flaunting the rules). she would've spent so much of her life striving to meet her own exceedingly high expectations, not the exceedingly low ones assumed of someone her height, that this likely isn't far from her standard procedure of "show them i can do it better than the rules say"

what sets her apart from zim, i think, is in how much she's allowed herself to let those miserable expectations get to her and leave her pettier, more vindictive, less grandstanding speeches like zim than showing off everything she's capable of as often as possible, no matter how necessary (ALL the stupid parkour she does for no reason) - which i think is admittedly less her fault than partially being the result of her having actually experienced her confidence failing her when the entire future she'd set up for herself was pulled out from underneath her

unlike zim, who experiences failure regularly but never has it truly sink in, tak had the entirety of her progress wiped off the board in a single moment as a result of circumstances entirely beyond her control: i think a large part of the reason she resents zim so deeply and sincerely isn't solely because of the practical consequences of her missing her test (though it is in no way insignificant to it) but because he was the one who broke her streak - he was the one who made her brutally aware that no matter how she built herself up, no matter what proof she offered, she could still fail and be crushed into exactly the nobody she was expected to be

and she just cannot abide that, no matter what, because even if the memory of helplessness and humiliation will never go away (not that she'd acknowledge it wouldn't), if she can make him hurt the same way maybe that will give back to her some of the power and control over her life and her identity that she lost in losing her potential status as a real, sanctioned invader

also, i do think she should be purple. she seems to have a great attachment to aesthetics and individual style, given her custom pseudo-elite uniform (which we see her wearing even in training, on her test day), the fact she designed and programmed her hologram specifically to have the distinguishing marking of a beauty spot in the same place she has one on her actual face, and her penchant for making nearly every damn piece of her tech purple some way (minus mimi, who while being her own bootleg SIR unit still follows the same red color scheme as a functional one) - even the cockpit of the spittle runner she pilots is initially purple before it's ejected as an escape pod, and the magma pump's interior looks like this:

girl likes giving things her own little touches whether that's in terms of her trademark color, her near-blasphemous custom imperial logo, or her doing a tactical slide between bars of a railing instead of just stepping normally onto the floor