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youronlydarlin · 3 months

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warning: Sex pollen :), noncon/dubcon, some of them are mean on this one, horny desperate men going insane for your hole, not proofread 😭

Jus' over here havin thoughts about sex pollen infecting your favorite boy man

Finding yourself in the middle of a botched mission, you desperately try to open the door that separates you from your lover. You can hear him hacking, n coughing on the other side. N'd your sweet soul's nearly crying at the thought of what's happening to him. Is he dying !? Pink gas escapes from under the door and you don't even have the time to react before it suddenly opens.

Captain John Price who tries keep some of his composure. You must commend him for it, really. But you turn around to see if the coast's still clear and that's all it takes for his composure to break. Before you knew it you're being lifted into the air. Back pressed tightly against your Captain's chest while he holds you up with the back if your knees. He's got you in a full nelson :( And all of a sudden there's a knife in his hands. You cry out at the thought of what he could do to you but you're silenced the moment he uses it to rip an opening through your trousers, all the while he's rutting against your ass, cause he's just so pent up. Oh, you have to understand!

His dick is inside of you the moment it's freed. Tries to be considerate about it, gives you a few seconds to adjust before he's drilling into you with wild abandon. Fucks you so deep, there's a bulge in your tummy and spots in your vision. Sinks to the floor with you the moment he cums, holding you close to his chest and trying to come up with a decent enough explanation.

Simon "Ghost" Riley who let's out a loud grunt before falling on top of you. The impact makes your head spin, and it momentarily knocks the wind out of your lungs. His body crushes yours beneath the concrete floor and you don't have time to recover before the feeling of phantom hands start to roam your body. And you can no longer blame it on your fall, because your trousers are being ripped away by rough gloved hands.

Poor, little, you can't even object when he wrestles you into a mating press :( Shoving two of his thick digits inside of you with no warning. He's moving them in a scissoring motion, and you cant help but cry at the dry, and painful insertion. He's so mean!

"Shhh, puppy... 'I need this..." Doesn't even say please! Doesn't even give you a warning before the mushroom tip of his cock is breaching past your entrance. It's definitely way thicker than his fingers, and a lot more harder to get used to. He uses your bunched up knees as leverage to fuck you deeper, n deeper till your pretty eyes roll to the back of your skull.

He sounds like an animal when he cums. Growling pure filth to your ear while he grinds his dick inside you. Ready for a round 2?

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish who doesn't even wait. He was already hard as a fucking rock, hearing your cute voice cry out for him on the other side of the door. But now that it's opened, the only thing in his mind is dicking you down till your addicted to his cock.

Very impatient. You're literally like a ragdoll to him and he jus' manhandles you so you're face down, ass up :(

Shoves his fingers in your mouth while pulling your trousers down. He eats you out like a man starved. Like this was going to be his first, and last meal. Not a moment later and he's bullying your hole with his fat cock. Babbling nonsense about how fucking tight you are and how he's "waited to do this for so long". But he cums, and he cums deep.

The definition of painting your insides white.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick who looks like he's in so much pain. Unlike the other boys he tells you not to get close. He's not right in the head, can't you see that?? But you're sweet. Too sweet, and he wonders if you taste just the same. He's wetting his lips before knows it. He feels terrible. Eye fucking you while you're just trying to get him to talk about what's happening. Is he ok? He's not dying, is he? Tell me where it hurts, please.

You fret over him, and he's never felt such embarrassment in his life before. He feels bad, looking down at the massive tent in his pants. But he feels worse when he's pushing you against the wall. He's tried to hold back. Really, he did. But there's just so much a man like him can take in a situation like this. And he's trying to whisper apologies to you while he hasn't fully lost himself.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, just please....Fffuck–let me fuck you. Please..."

He's so desperate n'd whiney. As if he's not making your thighs shake and your brain into goo. He's fucking your mouth with his tongue, sturdy hands grabbing hold of your legs and wrapping them around his firm waist.

It's all too much. You're brain moving slower than your mouth can say "slow down". In a second he's got your trousers to the side, and his pants bunched up on his knees. He's shaking so much you're worried he might topple over. But he doesn't. Instead he slams his hips directly into yours. Your mouth opening in a silent scream.

He cums the moment he gets his dick in you. He's just so sensitive, ok :( And he doesn't stop at just one round, not even two. Three and his cum's leaking out of you, staining the floor and both of your thighs. Still moving his hips like a man possessed. Four, you're nearly passed out. And there's a slight bump in your stomach from where you're sure his cock, and cum is.

Head lying limp on your shoulder, you wonder how many times you've cummed already, or if this was even going to end. He smiles at you, so brightly he looks like your Kyle again. But he's kissing the side of your mouth before biting at your lips.

"Jus one more. Jus' one more, I promise..."

a/n: I literally don't know what bought this on. Are the parts where I lost motivation obvious? Yes? Ok. Fuck Some characters parts are longer than others I'm so sorry 😭 This has been rotting in my drafts for about 2 days. Hope you enjoy this more than I do 😞. Eat up, my loves!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

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tiredmamaissy · 1 year

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Behind the Façade

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Ao’nung (20) x Fem Metkayina Reader y/n (20)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, rut cycle, no foreplay, mostly sub ao’nung, mostly dom reader, slight power struggle, creampie/breeding kink, knotting, smidge of fluff, spitting mouth (kinda), awkward moment during sex, profanity

Word Count: 2.6k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: As requested. Bestie, this is for you @jiafeimagic

Synopsis: Ao’nung unexpectedly goes into rut in the middle of the night. You calm your mate. Simple dimple. Enjoy

Intro:

You and Ao’nung have been mated since the sully family sought uturu in your village. He likes to put on a brave face – a façade that he’s this big, bad bully, when really he’s softer than the flesh between your legs. His rut is more like a heat, similar to what you experience monthly - lasting for 3 days. You allow him to keep up his façade in public, being his little bitch that follows his every order. But behind closed doors, he’s yours to do whatever you want with.

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“Y/n.” Ao’nung pants.

“Hmm?” You croak, trying to open your eyes.

All you can see is the luminescence of your own skin. Feeling around with your hand, you find that the space next to you in the bed is empty. You sit up and rub your eyes, hoping to figure out where your mate’s voice is coming from.

“Y/n.” He repeats, this time in a more frantic manner.

“What is it? you ask, worried that something is wrong with him. “Where are you?”

You squint your eyes, and scan the marui pod, looking for your mate. Two heavy lidded, purple eyes float in the corner of your room, watching you intently. They're dazed and full of lust. A sinking sensation plagues your stomach when you realize what’s happening.

Ao’nung’s rut came early.

You squint your eyes, trying to make out the figure in front of you. He's sitting in the corner, with his knees to his chest and his head in his hands.

“Sorry to wake you.” He grits his teeth. “I just... I can’t take it anymore.” He huffs, dropping his head between his knees.

You get out of bed and approach him slowly. “It’s alright, I know how intense your ruts are, my love.” You hum, kneeling to his level to stroke the length of his queue. “You should have woken me earlier.”

He’s trembling, shaking his head from side to side in his knees and panting heavily – he must have been enduring this all night long. Leaning into your touch, he rubs his face into your bosom, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent. You shush him, rubbing circles into his back.

“Shh. Shh, baby boy. You’ll be alright, I’m here now.” You reassure him, laying his legs flat on the floor as you mount him.

His legs are now between your knees as you tower over him, shortening the distance between your hot bodies.

“I want this.” Ao’nung whines, cupping the soft flesh between your legs. “...please.” He whimpers, looking up at you through the dip of your breasts, with inebriated, glowing eyes - begging for some relief.

“How could I ever say no to these eyes?” You whisper, moving his hands to your waist.

Using a single finger to lift his chin, you kiss him fervently, swirling your tongue around his. You shuffle even closer to him, lowering your pelvis onto his crotch – sticky from his own slick. He’s already rock-hard, writhing his pelvis into the softness between your thighs. You share each other’s hot breaths between wet kisses as your hands explore every inch of your bodies.

He’s whimpering quietly into your mouth, succumbing to the urges of his rut, trying to fuck you through your loincloth. His movements are impatient – full of desperation and desire for his mate. Unable to form a coherent thought, he allows his body to speak to you, begging to be inside of you. His hands slide down to your hips, gripping it tightly, using it as leverage to grind even harder against you.

You move your sloppy kisses down his face, planting bruise-like marks on his jawline and neck. You linger there, filling your lungs with his potent pheromones, intoxicating your body with his scent. His pheromones remind you of the salty ocean, mixed with the scent of the sap of a mangrove. You know that you wouldn’t be able to satiate him if you weren’t high, too – his rut is just too intense for that.

“Tsheylu, Ao’nung.” You mumble into his neck, moving your hand to the base of his queue.

His movements are eager, tugging at your queue to bring it closer to his. It sends small shocks down your spine as he makes the bond eagerly. In an instant, the heat and fogginess of his rut transfers to you, putting you in a trance, too. Your hips pick up speed, whining and grinding against his member whilst he kisses your shoulders.

“...please, y/n.” He lets out a lengthy mewl, squeezing his eyes shut. “...f-fuck me.”

His eyes fly open, glossy and glowing in the dim light. You witness his pupils morph into slits. He’s now at the height of it, and if you didn’t give it to him soon – he would just take it for himself. This part of his rut always frightened you a bit, he would go from begging on his knees to forcefully-taking-what’s-his in a split second. You slip the thin cloth covering your breasts over your head, and fiddle with the knot of your loincloth with trembling fingers.

“Hurry. I need you now.” He grunts urgently, untying his own loincloth in a hurry.

“I’m trying, I’m trying” you pant, struggling with the knot due to the darkness of the room.

In frustration, Ao’nung rips your loincloth down the middle and throws it aside. He’s fighting with himself, trying his hardest to be gentle with you, but he just wants to shove his knot inside of you already. He’s rubbing his veiny cock against your sticky cunt, getting off from the feeling of your clit rolling against his tip.

“Stretching. Do you need it?” he mumbles, as his fingers burrow their way between your hips, frantically searching for your hole.

“No.” You yank his hand out by his wrist.

“What I need is...” you line up his tip with your slippery hole, “...this huge cock.” You moan loudly in his ear as you slowly slide his entire length inside of you.

He lets loose a lengthy, guttural groan, finally getting the attention his cock has been begging for. He softens under your touch, burying his face into your chest, hiding his expression from you as he hums into your breasts. Gripping him by the neck, you push him away, and stare at his erotic expression.

“I like seeing your face when I ride, understood?” You purr.

Your taken aback when you realize why he hid his face. You can feel his cock throbbing in your cunt, already emptying it’s seed inside you. He’s gritting his teeth, trying to bite back his lewd noises as he rocks into you, ensuring that your womb gets every drop of his sticky cum. The pure bliss – the ecstasy that he’s feeling from the gummy, hot walls that clench around his cock is unbearable.

“Are you cumming? Already?" You ask quickly, trying to hold back your laugh.

"All from me putting it in? Fucking pathetic.” You spit, watching his face contort from overstimulation as you start moving your hips.

“Haah.. ah... Fuck.” He lets out choked pants, glaring at you through his slits. His cheeks redden even more, he's clearly embarrassed by his quick release. He buries his face back into your breasts.

“I’m sorry, you just feel so fucking good.” He huffs, pushing himself even deeper into you, ensuring his cum makes its way into your womb.

“Shit. Still going? Was that not enough for you?" You grab a fist full of hair at the back of his head and pull him from your chest, looking directly into his eyes.

"Fuck... trying to drill yourself into my womb like that.” You drop your gaze to your sticky pelvises.

“Such a pitiful sight...” You moan, looking back up into his drunk, pleading eyes. “Now, beg.” You whine your hips on him ever so slightly, massaging his cockhead with your cervix.

He clenches his jaw and swallows his spit. “Please.” He growls begrudgingly.

You start lifting your hips off him. “Oh? That didn’t sound very genuine. I see I am not needed anymore.”

“Wait. Fuck. P-please y/n.” he grabs your hips, pulling them back down onto his cock. “Please... I need you. I can’t live without you. Please, I can’t take this anymore.” He sobs, looking up at you with watery eyes.

A grin plasters your face as you start riding his cock, firmly gripping his throat for support.

“I love when you listen to me.” You grind onto his cock, already feeling a little bulge growing at the base of it. “Whoa... I can feel your knot already, Ao’nung.” You whisper, feeling your face heat up.

You glance at him to see that his eyes are closed – face contorted from how good your pussy feels around his cock. He really looks like he might cum inside of you again, all from just a few thrusts of your hips.

“Woman, you feel too good.” He groans, dipping his head back.

“I know. I know, baby boy.” You moan, feeling his tip poking against your sweet spot. “You feel good too... I can feel you heating up inside of me. Gonna cum for me again?” You chuckle under your breath.

Ao’nung’s body is taking control, thrusting his hips upwards as they chase the warmth of the slick that coats the walls of your cunt. He’s whimpering from the overstimulation – but he can’t stop rutting into you. His sweet, little moans are becoming louder in your ears as he buries his face into your shoulder. You can feel his cock jumping inside you, ready to burst and fill you to the brim with his seed.

“Talk to me, Ao’nung. What do you want?” you breathe, picking up speed.

“Haa.. ah. I want... Ngh – I want to get you pregnant...” he whines, looking back up into your eyes. “Please... bear my child, y/n...” his head slumps forward, back into your chest. “Please...” his pleads are muffled from the plump flesh of your breasts. “...I’ll do anything”

“Good boy.” You moan, chasing your own climax now.

“Ugh... it is coming, y/n. L-let me cum inside of you... Please.” he whines loudly, manhandling your hips.

Through the bond, you can feel the heat pooling in his chest as he wills himself not to cum until you give him permission. Not only that, but you can feel his enormous, veiny knot poking at your entrance, begging to rip you into two. Knowing that this is only the beginning of his 3-day-long rut, you want to start slow – so not to tire yourself out.

“No knotting yet, my love.” You pant, trying to lift your hips off him. He drives his fingernails into your hips and shoves you back down onto his knot. “Fuck. Control yourself, Ao’nung.” You whimper, feeling it stretch you out.

“Please...my love.” he begs.

He’s pushing his cock even deeper into you, trying to break through the walls that prevent his knot from popping inside of you. He’s completely consumed by his urges to turn you into a vessel to carry the heir to Olo’eyktan – to carry his son. You see his thoughts, as he imagines you heavily pregnant with his child. Soon, you feel this urge too, wanting to be his little breeding bitch.

“Oh, fuck it.” You huff, going over the edge from the mere image flashing through your head. “Fill me up, Ao’nung. Give me your fat knot.”

He rams his knot into you in one quick thrust, forcefully holding you down onto his pelvis as he cums deep inside you yet again. His tip is drilling through your cervix, directly into your womb – spurting thick ropes of his hot seed inside of you. It sends you over the edge, finally allowing yourself to release your own orgasm, pulsing around his cock as your walls milk him dry.

You slump into your mate, who’s finally feeling some sort of relief. You look down into his face as the room is becoming brighter from the suns emergence, and see that his heavy lids are finally closing – covering his dark blue eyes. He rocks into you every so often, putting you into a state of comatose, too. You’re both breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath and calm down from your high.

Only an hour passes until he’s tugging at your entrance, trying to pull his knot out of you – pinching himself and you in the process. This is what you didn’t want from the get-go, but it’s too late now and his rut has only just started. He’s nipping at your neck, tracing your jugular with his pointed fangs, silently asking to mark his mate. You too are deep in the thick of his pheromones, feeling woozy and jaded.

“Yes... do it, ma’ nung.” You hum, feeling the bite of his sharp teeth, piercing your skin as he marks you as his.

His urges take the forefront, as he thrusts in and out of you causing his partially deflated knot to pop in and out of you. This continues for the rest of the day, in the same position. You’re completely numb now, unsure of how many times he’s knotted you, as your abused hole is just dripping with his cum.

“Ao’nung...” you croak, trying to get off him for the fifth time. “I’m hungry... and thirsty.”

“Mmnn... come” he kisses you sloppily, spitting in your mouth as a poor attempt at quenching your thirst. “...better?” he moans, still deep in a trance.

“No... skxwang. I need real water.” you groan, pushing him off you and crawling away.

He pounces on you, knocking you on your stomach as he mounts you again. He slides himself inside of you and starts bucking his hips, desperate to breed you once more - despite the extreme overstimulation. Both of you were fucked out raw, but he couldn’t help it – he couldn’t stop himself. You lay there and take it, just grateful to finally be in a new position.

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You open your eyes to see a bright room. The sun was out and shining vibrantly. The dead weight on top of you makes you winded, knocking all the air out of your lungs. You look behind you to see Ao’nung slumped over your shoulder, sleeping soundly. You groan from the soreness, reaching down to your pelvis to feel if he’s still inside of you.

The answer is simple – yes. He is. You feel a little more, to find that his knot has finally gone down enough to pull him out of you. You shove him off your back, and crawl towards the bucket of water in the corner of the pod – breaking tsaheylu.

Gulping loudly, you chug the water, quenching your extreme thirst at last. You pull away and finally take a deep breath, looking back at your mate. You're met with his delirious gaze. You sympathize with him, feeling awful that it took three full days of this to calm down.

“Oh, baby boy.” You mumble, shuffling back over to him with a cup of water. You stroke his hair – wet from sweat. “It’s over now.” You pull his limp body into your lap, supporting his head with your breast.

“Drink.” He laps up the water greedily, not realizing how thirsty he was until it wet his dry lips.

“Y/n. I love you. Only you truly see me.” He stares longingly at you, with his light blue, teary eyes.

“I love you, too ma’ nung.” You lean down to kiss his wet lips.

He pulls away from you, panting heavily. “No. I mean it. I will stay by your side for the rest of my life.”

You smile at him, feeling the warmth in your heart, and kiss him gently.

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After cleaning, feeding and watering one another you both walk out of your marui pod to be met with the bewildered eyes of no one other than Lo’ak, Neteyam and Roxto. Ao’nung slips back into his usual self, walking towards the na’vi with an aggressive demeanor. You follow closely behind him, with your eyes locked onto your feet. It was obvious that you two were loud enough for them to hear you.

“What is wrong with you freaks?” Ao’nung spits, puffing out his chest.

Lo’ak laughs, mocking Ao’nung. “Oooh, y/n. ‘only you truly see me’.”

“Lo’ak! Come on brother. I thought the ‘I will stay by your side for the rest of -” Neteyam taunts, being cut off by Ao’nung shoving him in the chest. Roxto tries to keep his smile to himself, finding the whole ordeal amusing.

“Agh.” Ao’nung spit, rolling his eyes before turning around and walking away.

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hoshigray · 1 year

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Just thinking about hate sex with Toji and how fucking exhilarating yet unforgiving it would be to experience such a thing with that man.

A/n: (Reuploaded bc I forgot smthn my bad) A little something for y'all so I can whip up something in my drafts to celebrate 50+ followers and getting 1k notes on my daddy toji drabble!! Tysm again for the love!!! :')))

Cw: mean dom! Toji x fem! reader - spanking (1x) - doggy style then switch to missionary position - degradation (Toji calls you a "lil' girl," "bitch," and "ho") - pet names (dollface, baby, baby cakes, sweetheart) - Toji biting your shoulder - slight bondage; the reader has their hands tied behind them - the reader feels humiliated while Toji is his cocky egotistic self - mention of blood.

Wc: 575

Toji's so ruthless with you. Your face's kissing the cold floor, hands tied behind your arched back for Toji to do whatever he wants with your ass on full display.

The pace of his hips is so absurdly harsh your legs feel as if they're about to give way, and you can do nothing but receive his irrational treatment. You can feel his dick use your swollen cunt like a toy, his girth stretching your poor southern lips, and it hurts along with the merciless rhythm.

You try not to cry as tears prickle under your eyelids. The fucker of a man already has you in a humiliating position, and his hands leave crescent markings from his fingers on the side of your hips. Seeing your face in tears is the last thing he needs to see.

Toji bends down to your ear, his body weight pressing down on yours, and it has to take you biting your lip hard to suppress a moan from your lips. The taste of blood sits on your taste buds.

"What's wrong, dollface?" The husky voice almost makes you squeeze hard on his cock. God, you hate this man so fucking much. "You were talkin' some high and mighty shit not too long ago, where'd that pretentious bitch go? Wanna — hnngh! Shit, shit… Wanna hear that sweet voice again."

You peer at him through your shoulder. The aggrieved glare isn't taken seriously by the older man. "Hmph, pretentious? Quite a big word, didn't think a brute like you knew i- Iiiyaaaaah!!!"

A hard smack to your ass has you gasping for air, followed by your pussy gripping his manhood, and Toji has to use your shoulders as leverage to not cum in haste. You feel as if you can't breathe with all this pressure and weight on top of you. A tear finally comes down from your face and smears onto the ground.

"I'm not playin' games with you, ho." Toji gnashes his teeth and draws downward to bite your shoulder blade, earning an ear-piercing shriek from you. That outta teach ya a lesson. "Got anythin' else smart to say, lil' girl?"

You can't fight the tears at this point, letting them slide down your pretty face. The pathetic and humiliating atmosphere clouds your senses so much so that crying is the only thing left to do.

"Hic…N-No…" Your sobs come out naturally, and you do what you can to hide your face from Toji.

That didn't seem to be in your favor because he heard the weep, bringing himself up to switch your position. Your front is now facing him as he can see the tear-stricken face, and the glare you give him is through squinted eyes filled with anger and misery, proof that your dignity is broken.

Toji whistles and smirks. "Heh, if you could see the look on your face, baby. I'd love to have a picture of it in my wallet."

"F…Fuck you." Your spat with words that still possess venom, even if you're physically restrained.

"News flash, baby cakes:" An unforeseen thrust has you yelp aloud, so harsh and savage that your back arches towards Toji. He sneers. "Already am."

His pace returns at its relentless tempo, his dick bullying your insides, and you moan in helpless whimpers. Toji leans down to grab your face before he kisses you to shut your cries. "And I'm gonna enjoy every moment of it, sweetheart."

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Again, tysm for the support!! It really fills my heart when y'all like my stuff, and I hope to continue writing things I like~~

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acey-wacey · 1 month

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OMG congrats on the milestone!!!!!!

So excited you're back too, missed seeing you on my feed!

For the event, if it's not too much trouble, could I get

Hyacinth with Either Ace or Trey? Don't stress if you got nothing for it, and feel free to ignore if you need to!

CONGRATS AGAIN!!!!

Thank you for participating, lovely! I'm actually so thrilled to be back too! I forgot how much I loved writing and hopefully I'll be here for a little longer before my fall semester starts and I get swamped.

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Pairing - Trey Clover x Reader

Prompt - Arranged Marriage

"Alright, Y/N, you can do this."

You whispered a pep talk to yourself as you rolled up your sleeves. You looked up at the stone wall before you and gulped at its imposing height. It was 8, maybe 10 feet, which wouldn't have been that bad if you weren't in a dress. There were many things that could go wrong. You could lose your footing and fall to injury if not your death and if you were caught trying to sneak out, you would likely be punished harshly.

"Certain doom, marriage to a stranger," you weighed the two options in your head. At least if you died, you would be free of the dreaded prince you were meant to wed. "Definitely certain doom."

It wasn't as though you had anything in particular against the Prince of Clubs. Very few of his subjects had anything bad to say about him, except that he was a notorious flirt. You didn't really remember what his name was nor had you ever seen what he looked like so he was a complete stranger.

He wasn't the exact problem, it was the principle of it all. Your parents had practically sold you to the Club Kingdom, knowing you would never find a match better than a prince. Your mother was a countess of Hearts, high enough on the hierarchy to be rich but not enough to really be important. You had no idea how she had bullied the poor Prince of Clubs into actually accepting your hand. No matter how comfortable your life was going to be in the Club Kingdom, you refused to be a bargaining chip for your parent's power and wealth.

You hiked up your skirt and set your foot on the first foothold you could find. Luckily, the stones of the wall stuck out in some places so it wasn't too difficult to gain your footing. You huffed with newfound confidence and continued up the wall, grasping at the harsh stone. You were definitely going to have blisters after this.

About halfway up, you realized you had run out of footholds. The closest one was closer to your head than your feet and you didn't know whether to risk it.

"Giving up isn't an option," you thought with determination as you braced yourself. You swung your leg up and exclaimed in joy when it caught the high brick.

It didn't take long for your excitement to wear off once you realized you were quite stuck. You groaned and tried to pull yourself up by the leg but you couldn't seem to get enough leverage.

"Son of a-!"

"Hello, my lady."

A deep voice from behind you made you freeze in your tracks.

"Are you in need of assistance?"

You huffed and tried to pull yourself up once more, your leg beginning to lose feeling as the blood rushed from it. When you failed, you slumped back to your very uncomfortable resting position.

"No, sir, thank you!" you called, praying that the person was not a guard who would take you to the prince.

"Are you sure?" the voice asked. "You appear to be in quite the pickle."

You tried to look back at the man who had walked in on your escape attempt, but you could move very far without losing your grip.

"If you're really asking, I am a bit stuck."

"I can see that." You could hear the smile in his voice.

"Well?" you called expectantly. "Are you going to offer your assistance or just stand there gawking? I wonder how you can call yourself a gentleman!"

The man laughed and you heard him step closer.

"I would never want my status as a gentleman to be in question. How many I help, my lady?"

You shifted around, suddenly aware of the fact that your dress had ridden up around your thigh where your foot hung helplessly from the stone in the wall.

"Perhaps if you gave me a boost, I could make it over the wall," you deliberated, gauging how much farther you needed to climb. "Yes, one last push should do it. Climbing down the other way should be much easier. If you grab me by the waist and lift me up, I should be able to make it."

"You must forgive me my questioning, but might I ask why you are attempting to climb the palace walls?" the man said, now directly behind you. "Perhaps I should be worried. You are not a prisoner, are you?"

"I will be if I do not make it out of here before the wedding," you called down, getting quite frustrated with this inquisitive stranger. "Will you not help me? My leg is getting quite exhausted and I would hate to fall from this height.

"Is there any particular reason you must leave before the prince's wedding? Do you hold disdain for him?"

You scoffed at that.

"Do I?! I've never met the man and yet my entire life will be lost to the most insufferable and determined flirt in all of Wonderland!"

"Is that what they say about him?" the man laughed out loud and you briefly wondered what his smile looked like.

"It matters not what they say, only what he is," you huffed, growing more irritated by the second. "My waist, if you please."

You heard a soft chuckle before you felt strong hands grasp your waist and lift you up, freeing your leg from its perch. You were so thrilled to be free you almost didn't notice you were being pulled back down.

"Hey, hey, hey!" you yelled as you were set back to your feet, not without quite a bit of kicking and squirming on your part. "I told you to lift me over!"

You whirled around and were immediately met by the brightest hazel eyes you had ever seen. You gasped at the closeness of the man, though it shouldn't have surprised you, considering he just practically picked you up.

Your mental picture of what the mysterious stranger looked like did not do him justice. He was taller than you expected, with dark green hair and a gentle smirk on his face. You were so encapsulated by your savior(?) that it took you about 10 seconds of staring to notice the club painted on his cheek. You were filled with momentary anxiety, assuming he was a courtier of Clubs. Hopefully, if he was close to the king and queen, his good nature so far was an indication that he wouldn't call the guards on you.

"You refuse to help a lady in distress, good sir?" you straightened defiantly, refusing to let your moment of weakness and the man's closeness incapacitate you. "Though you would save her from a lifetime of misery?"

"Come now, misery is a bit harsh," he smiled with insufferable knowing, like you were missing a joke. "I'm only a prince, not a dragon."

"Yes, well, you-"

You stopped short. He was... the prince? Your eyes widened and you dropped to your knees as you realized all the things you had said about him.

"Please forgive me, your highness," you stuttered, keeping your eyes glued to the dirt as your feet. The best case scenario at this point was not being executed. After all, the Queen of Hearts was so fond of her guillotine, perhaps the Queen of Clubs had her own special device for taking care of rule-breakers. "I know my impertinence cannot be forgiven, but I only ask that you punish only me and not my family. I will accept whatever punishment you deem fit."

A hand grabbed yours, lifting your gaze to the man, no, the prince, in front of you. Despite all your expectations, he was smiling.

"Apparently, being married to me is punishment enough," he laughed exasperatedly. He pulled you to your feet and bowed curtly. "Hello, Y/N. I'm Trey."

"Forgive me, your highness-"

"Trey," he said, his eyes sincere.

"Prince Trey-"

"Just Trey," he interrupted again. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, tousling it ever so slightly. "If we are to be married, we may as well be on a first name basis."

"Sorry, your- Trey." You had expected his name to feel odd in your mouth but it didn't feel that way. It suited him much more than any honorific you could think of. "So... you will not punish me?"

"If you will not rest until I do, then I sentence you to dinner," he smiled, a glimmer of mischief hidden in the gold of his eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Dinner?"

"With me," he finished, amused at your shocked expression. "You see, I would like to get to know you before I share the rest of my life with you. That is where most people start with these sorts of things."

You were stunned silent by how nonchalantly he spoke, almost as if he really were just a lowly courtier attempting to court the countess' daughter.

"I-" you could barely bring yourself to speak. Trey raised his eyebrow in amusement which only flustered you more. "I suppose."

"You suppose?"

"Dinner would be an acceptable punishment."

Trey smiled and offered his arm to you. You took it hesitantly, still stiff as he walked you back to the palace you had just been so desperate to escape.

"Do people really say I'm an insufferable and determined flirt?"

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #disneytw #trey clover #trey clover x reader #nyx's solarium

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karume-everything-else · 5 months

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hello thanks for answering me, so if you don't mind can I request dbz headcanons (freeza, piccolo and cooler) if in love with a reading goddess? Is the reader a goddess of creation? but also friends with beerus?

Oooh~

Piccolo

He is so confused as to why you'd be with him as he understands the magnitude of your position

Never tries to overstep his bounds, but also doesn't know what those are specifically

Will stay just behind you whenever you conduct business around him to the point that other Gods of Destruction/ Creation think of him as your body guard

Beerus is especially critical of your relationship, but knows Piccolo on a decent level (though he hates that you keep appearing on Earth at the same time he does just to date a Namekian)

Little does Beerus know that you just stay on Earth because of Piccolo

Piccolo doesn't share his opinions about Beerus easily, but he isn't the biggest fan of the Destructive Cat

Just a very relaxed relationship with a respectful Namekian

Freiza

Nervous as hell all the time because he knows that you could just look at him and fold him like paper

Frequently hiding any villainous plans just in case you won't approve

Insists on staying directly by your side no matter who you're dealing with because he can be very jealous and insecure about the relationship

Constantly bragging about you to anyone who will listen within a five-mile radius

Won't hesitate to either give you your own pod or carry you in his, right in his lap (he prefers option B)

Beerus bullies the ever-loving hell out of Freiza by threatening to tell you what all Freiza has done in the past (as if you aren't aware of this...)

Cooler

He knows you wouldn't like most of what he does, but never bothers to hide what he's doing either

Frequently stands just behind you, but gets insanely jealous once someone implies he's just your bodyguard

^He remedies this by touching you in some way (grabbing your shoulders, arms around your waist, tail curled around your leg, etc.)

Rarely feels the need to use his most powerful form for anything except protecting you

Doesn't try to be overbearing, but won't hesitate to lift and carry you or be protective over you in general

Won't hesitate to fight any god for you

Doesn't care much for Beerus (the feeling is mutual)

Will at least attempt to get along with Beerus for your sake, but will throw all the shade when you aren't within earshot (maybe you find out, but Beerus can't use this to leverage you against Cooler)

Not for lack of trying, Beerus thought he was tormenting Cooler... until Cooler just says what happened

Cooler might fear what you'll think, say, or do, but he doesn't want someone coming between the two of you (or to let someone else have power over him in that way)

#x reader #dbz fandom #dbz frieza #dbz piccolo #dbz cooler #cooler x reader #piccolo x reader #piccolo #cooler #frieza x reader #frieza #ask #imperatrizpirata

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bedoballoons · 9 months

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Hi!! May I request a version of someone bullying the reader, but with a reader who takes no shit, is very bold and feisty? And then, the reader themselves fights back the ones bullying them?

Hello!! Ooo feisty I love it!! I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your request!!! <3

P.s: This is super long! Sorry >///<

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

A/n: Modern School AU!! Part 4! Warning for: bullying, being rough, curse words, and fights!! Requests/asks open!!

{༻~Standing up to a bully~༺}

(Includes: Albedo, Tighnari, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou and Scaramouche!!)

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𑁍༄Albedo:

You glared at the group of bullies surrounding you, your back against the the metal lockers, honestly who do these people think they are. "Leave me alone, I'm warning you!" You threaten, your heart already racing with slight fear but mostly courage, you weren't gonna let a group of jerks get the best of you. The group only snickered in response, gesturing to you as if to say look at this person, thinking they can actually do anything to us.

"Seriously, look dumbass, me and my friends are here to teach you a lesson, to make a lesson out of you, beat you up here for everyone to see. You and your freakish nerd of a boyfriend, whenever we find him." One of them said, spitting in your face with every word...making your face heat up red with anger, rage making your hands clench into fists. "Don't talk about him like that..." You said quietly, your words dripping with hatred as you used the locker as leverage, launching yourself off of it and kneeing the bully as hard as you could in the gut, watching in satisfaction as they hunched over in pain.

Suddenly you were enveloped by a familiar warmth, arms wrapping around you tightly as Albedo held you close to him. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" His eyes were wide with concern, but as you glanced at the bully, you couldn't help the smile that made its way onto your face. "I'm perfectly fine, if anything...they're the one who needs help." Their group of followers backed away, watching as their leader clutched their stomach in pain and you simply smirked at them.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

You looked down at your homework, study books and papers as they scatter across the cement ground, your hard work fluttering around the cement. You bit your lip, anger bubbling inside of you as you turned around to the culprit, a smug bully, laughing with their friends and pointing at you like it was the funniest thing they had ever seen. You shook your head, trying to ignore them and pick up your stuff, but as you reached down one of them just had to say something, "Gosh next time don't be so clumsy, maybe your homework won't end up...ruined."

You glared daggers at them, fire burning in your eyes as you watched the one that had spoke pick up one of your papers and tear it right in half, letting the pieces get blown away with the wind while they laughed hysterically. "Bastards!" You shouted stepping closer to them, "Honestly, you think it's funny to pick on people, are you so low in IQ that you have to use peoples bad feelings to laugh! You're nothing but bottom of the barrel jerks!"

Their smiles fell as you shouted at them, some of them crossing their arms defensively while others cracked their knuckles...preparing for a fight. The one that had ripped your paper speaking first, "You would say something like that wouldn't you, dating one of the smartest guys in school clearly gave you to much confidence. We may be nothing but bottom of the barrel but you smartasses are hated by everyone alot more than we are! How about you go be with you boyfriend while he seduces his damn plants!"

Then just like that you snapped, your fist colliding with the bullies nose so hard they fell backwards, the rest of them stepping back in fear. Your hand stung with pain, but you'd never felt better and as you got pulled away by Tighnari to some unknown place so you wouldn't get in trouble, you felt a little proud. "You're lucky you didn't break your hand." Tighnari muttered while wrapping your bruised hand up with gauze and carefully making sure it was well taken care of, but then he paused, smiling slight as he kissed your forehead.

𑁍༄Xiao:

You shook your head, feeling done with the situation, as a well known group of trouble makers surrounded you, saying rude things and touching your bag, your clothes, pinching your skin while they laughed amongst themselves. You sighed in annoyance, your words filled with anger as you spoke, "Can you all just back off, I'm not in the mood for your childish antics, unlike you morons I actually want to make it to class on time."

They snickered, one of the smaller ones shoving you harshly, "Did you just call me a moron? Fuck you, how about just for that I show you who's actually a moron for opening their mouth when they shouldn't." You rolled your eyes, quickly recovering from being shoved and grabbing the one that had spoke by their collar, "Who's the moron again, because it certainly isn't me. In fact I'm pretty sure I was right the first time considering you're shaking in your boots like a baby about to cry."

The rest of the bullies scattered away, leaving you with the small one who looked like they were seconds away from pissing themselves. You let them go and they bolted away, making you chuckle, honestly why do they even bother. Then to add to it all a arm wrapped around your waist, Xiao smiling at you proudly before leaning in to give you what he would say was a victory kiss.

𑁍༄Kazuha:

Kazuha held your hand, trying to calm you down as anger made even the tips of your ears red. A well known bullying standing smugly in front of you as the pieces of your favourite poem Kazuha had ever written fell from their hands, swirling across the floor with each step your schoolmates took. "Its alright my love, I can write you more poems, maybe even better ones." Kazuha tried, but that wasn't the point, this person had ruined something you cherished and you weren't just going to let them get away with it.

"You know, I wonder just how cruel someone has to be to take something someone else cherishes so much...and tear it to shreds in front of them. Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror? Do you see a monster? Because that's all you are and ever will be." You're voice was filled with spite and as you spoke you only got more furious. The bullies eyes narrowed, he took a step closer to you and Kazuha instantly moved to stand in front of you, only to be shoved harshly out of the way.

That was the final straw, the second the bully got close enough to you, you launched your foot up, kicking then right where it hurts. As they fell to the ground crying, you helped Kazuha up, checking to see if he was okay...when you noticed the blush on his face. "Are you alright?" You asked, he didn't seem to hear you though as he gently cupped your face and kissed you happily, god he fell more in love with you everyday.

𑁍༄Heizou:

You groaned quietly in disgust, wanting so desperately for the bully to leave you alone, they knew you were taken...hell most of the school knew and yet here they were, making you uncomfortable with their advances even though you had already made it clear you weren't interested. "Get it through your thick skull, I'm taken, have a boyfriend and even if I wasn't I wouldn't be interested in you!" You said...again, but the bully just shook their head, blowing a kiss in your direction as you cringed.

You rolled your eyes and attempted to walk away, done with them entirely...when they decided to stand in front of you, blocking your exit and making your hands ball up into fists, enough was enough. "Move, I already told you. Not. Interested." They smirked at you, not moving a inch, making the situation worse for themselves as you quickly dove around them, using the side of your body to harshly shove them out of the way as you pushed pass.

They bumped right into the wall with a loud satisfying thud and you hurried away, giggling as they curse under their breath. As you were walking down the hall freely you ran into your boyfriend himself, who was leaning against your locker, arms crossed and a small smirk on his face, "I heard what happened, sorry I wasn't there to help...but it sounds like you had it covered anyway." You blushed slightly, nodding as you walked up to him and he placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

𑁍༄Scaramouche:

Scaramouche looked at you, a slight tinge of worry in his eyes as the bullies continued their attempts to annoy you...and you knew full well that worry wasn't because he thought you couldn't handle it, it was because if you didn't he would and it definitely wouldn't be pretty. You sighed angrily, wondering why you could never just have a moment of peace with your boyfriend. "Look just back off, I'm not in the mood for your stupid insults and if you don't quit it, I'll make sure you won't make anymore.." You sounded even more threatening then you meant to and from the way Scaramouche looked at you, you could tell he was impressed.

The group seemed to pause for a second, considering wether it was worth it or not to stay and clearly choosing the wrong answer as one of them spoke up, "What, you're just gonna make your boyfriend beat us up? What a pussy, at least do it yourself." You glanced at your boyfriends hands, he was seconds away from sending this bully to the hospital and getting yet another write up from the school.

"Asshole." You muttered and just like that the bully went to hit you, Scaramouche about to step in...but you were faster, punching the bully right in the nose as hard as you could. Your hand hurt like hell and blood dripped down the bullies shirt as they held their now broken nose, meanwhile Scaramouche was laughing hysterically. You grabbed his hand, running away from the crime scene and hoping you wouldn't get in trouble.

The second the two of you were alone Scaramouche pinned you to the wall, your hands above your head as he smiled, "God I love you so fucking much.."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a good day!!*⁠.⁠✧

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thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask · 1 year

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When you did the parent thing for the other creepypastas it got me wondering about Toby?

Something Short

Warnings: Unwanted kids, child abuse, abuse in general, implied Rape, Child neglect, cursing, Toby being an awful dad, disorders, murder, bullying, violence, and crying.

Your kid with Toby was definitely an accident. Toby doesn't want kids, he doesn't like them plus they would take up too much attention.

So when you told him he was far from happy. Mostly because he couldn't fuck you and he'd have to get much more control over his emotions in order to not hurt you.

It'll take a lot of convincing in order to convince him to not kill or abort the kid. Toby can be childish at times but he's also unhinged and unstable, it wouldn't be safe for the kid ngl.

IF you were able to convince Toby to let you keep it, he's making you take care of it. When he first saw the kid he asked why it was so ugly.

When the baby would cry at night, Toby would yell shut up but if you didn't wake up he'd get out of bed and walk to the baby's crib. He'd tell it to shut up but if it didn't he'd either give it a binky, or if he was in a really bad mood, tape it's mouth shut.

I cannot stress enough but NEVER leave Toby alone with the kid. The danger is too high. Toby is unpredictable and if the kid gets on his nerves, he will hurt them.

Toby is not above using the kid as leverage. Telling you that if you didn't follow his rules, the baby was going to pay the price for you.

As the kid gets older though, Toby will slowly get more and more attached. It's a process.

He'd be really close to the kid if they looked a lot like you, having your eyes, nose, mouth, everything. He's really insecure with himself and he'd hate if his kid was just as '"ugly" as him.

Toby will start off as an awful dad, but as time moves on and you be his good little bitch, he'll become better for the kids sake.

But one contradiction of his behavior is how he said he didn't want to be like his parents, never in a million years. And I think he'd notice he was becoming a lot like his dad when your daughter was crying to you about how mean daddy was to you and her. After you heard that, you fucking snapped and yelled at Toby for a solid hour. He was fucking pissed and pinned you to the floor with his hatchet to your throat but then he realized how much he was traumatizing his kid.

Toby's behavior towards you won't change at all, but he'd better himself in order for your kid to not hate him.

If your kid inherited any of Toby's disorders, Toby wouldn't know what to do. Toby doesn't treat his disorders, he deals with them. So he'd tell his kid to just live with them and how they were a forever a part of them. He's trying.

He'd send his kid to school, but if he hears they're getting bullied, he's murdering and traumatizing some families.

Toby's violent ways will definitely go over to his kid and they'll slowly become more and more violent since they see Toby being like that. You have to activly try to make your kid not be so violent and have them be a decent human being unlike their father.

So, Toby goes from an awful dad to an ok dad. I'd rate him 3/10. The dude's crazy. He'd be the worse father out of all the proxies, so never let this man give you kids. Use protection y'all.

#yandere creepypasta #yandere creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x y/n #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby #yandere ticci toby #proxies x reader #Yandere proxies #Something Short Series

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relatableblorbopoll · 5 months

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Round 1 of preliminaries, group 16

The first two places get a place on the bracket

Little reminder: there will be 2 more rounds of preliminaries, the losing blorbos of this poll still have 2 chances of getting in the official bracket

Propaganda under the cut

Parker (Leverage)

"Some of the weird things she says are so true. Like when she talks about past/present/future parker. Her joy at the things that she loves is so complete. Christmas every year! I too have the urge to stab people with forks when in uncomfortable social situations. And it was great when she made her security code to her…home…Sophie’s real name because it was representative of where trust stood in the team after the prison break. Oh! And her and Alec are total couple goals. (Thruple goals if you add in Elliot)"

Gudetama (Sanrio)

"A lazy egg who really doesn't want to do much of anything and would rather just go back to sleep"

Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

"finn is just a little guy doing his best and trying to help people! he's the only human in the show so he's just like us fr (the entire human race) and he starts off the series as a kid and grows up during it so he really goes through all the relatable ups and downs and friendships and relationships and mistakes and achievements that we all go through. he does a lot of idolising people and having to realise they're not what he told himself they were. sometimes he tries to distract himself from an existential crisis by running around yelling or stabbing things with a sword. relatable"

Rain O'Fire Frazier (Worm)

"Rain grew up in a conservative community that he didn't want to be part of, and rejected their regressive ideology in favor of surrounding himself with people who have gender vibes, mental health issues, and traumas of their own. Also, people give him all sorts of crap in the setting, and while he does fuck up sometimes, he's just a swell dude who's hoping to not get murdered by crazy people. Times being what they are, I think that that's something a lot of people can relate to."

Piper Mclean (Heroes of the Olympus)

"she's SO full of love!!! she loves everyone so strongly!! she has a complicated relationship with femininity, gender and beauty standards. she bullies her friends but would go down fighting for them if needed. she acts out to get her dad's attention. she believes in a balance between emotions and logic, and is not afraid to tell her friends if she thinks they're neglecting the emotional side of a problem."

Norma Khan (Dead End Paranormal Park)

"She is autistic and struggles with socialising (same) She has special interests that she will bring up at any opportunity. She can get overwhelemed and scared being in the world. Norma is also bisexual! She spends her time in a Pauline Phoneix theme park (one of her spins) and fighting demons and ghosts (another special interest). Vote Norma today!!"

"She goes through so many relatable experiences that I rarely see depicted and is just overall an excellent character. The third episode of the show has the most relatable depiction of anxiety I've ever seen (especially the intersection between social anxiety and autistic sensory overload). It's one of those episodes where each character has to face their worst fears, and with how those episodes usually go, I expected her to overcome her fears at the end of the episode and just not have them anymore. Instead, she overloads the villain by having too much fear for him to handle since she has to constantly face her greatest fears as part of her everyday life. The protagonist also acknowledges how much more severe her fear is compared to most other people, which is pretty validating. Her special interest is an actress who turns out to be a really shady person, and she has a lot of trouble processing this because it was so close to her heart. She even gets a musical number about it! I've never seen this particular experience depicted in fiction, but it's one that is sadly pretty relatable to me and probably a lot of other people on here. She also has a plot where she is rejected romantically by a straight friend, which is kinda nice to see (even if it's not nice for poor Norma) since even though this is a really common experience IRL I rarely see it explored in fiction. And she's just really funny and smart and a great character in general!"

#leverage parker #leverage #gudetama #sanrio #finn the human #adventure time #rain o'fire frazier #worm #piper mclean #heroes of olympus #norma khan #dead end paranormal park #preliminaries #tumblr polls #tumblr tournament #character bracket #character tournament

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moodymisty · 3 months

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play wrestling with one of the batch and it turns a bit heated? doesn't have to venture into spicy territory, but i've always liked the trope of starting of a sparing match or light-hearted play and then reader ends up a little too close and it's this "oh" moment. a certain gleam in the other's eyes, some new feeling nestles itself in the pit of their stomach. hunter or cross come to mind, but wrecker definitely is the play wrestle type so i'll leave it up to you!

Author's Note: Wrecker definitely is the type and also I like him so it's going to be Wrecker today. I hope this is acceptable, enjoy.

Relationships: Wrecker/Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

There's not many places to sit in the Marauder, so often times you end up having to improvise.

Right now the highest bunk of the rack is your current seat, legs dangling off the side as you put your datapad down. You'd been fiddling with it for ages now, waiting for something interesting to happen. Hunter, Echo, and Crosshair are all out right now; The former two you don't know where, while Crosshair is in the shooting range presumably working on his rifle. Meanwhile Tech has made the cockpit his workshop once again, and Wrecker decided to stay here and keep you company.

"I'm gonna go see what Tech's up to," You say, slipping off the top bunk and grunting as your feet hit the floor. Wrecker speaks up instantly before you can even take a step.

"He said not to bother him while he was working." You roll your eyes.

"He always says that. I just want to see how long till they're back."

You decide to ignore his warning and walk the short distance towards the cockpit, adjusting your wrinkled pants on the way there. Wrecker meanwhile gets off the storage crate he was previously sitting on, and pushes past you to stand guard between the closed entry to the cockpit. He shakes his head at you when you nearly bump right into his chest.

"Nope. I was told to keep everyone out, and I'm not getting in trouble with him again for letting people by."

You look up at him and attempt to push by, but easily get blocked by his much wider body. He gives you a joking shove on the shoulder, forcing you to take a small backstep.

"Wrecker! Let me by. I just want to ask when Echo is going to be back." He shakes his head and refuses to budge still. You attempt to sneak by again, but he's able to easy bully you back; He then picks you up by the armpits, walking away from the cockpit and putting you down like a naughty tooka.

"He said no!"

This means war, now. You didn't care that much earlier, but now you want in purely to beat Wrecker at his own game just for the satisfaction of it.

Once he puts you down you run right back at him, fruitlessly trying to push past or around him. He easily holds you back the entire time, laughing as you pull at his armor to try and gain leverage. Anytime you try to sneak around he easily grabs you and pulls you back, or squeezes you into a sort of half hug before tossing you away again.

"You can want in there that bad," He laughs, holding you back with one hand. You'd even tried to go low around his legs, but he still had managed to stop you.

"Wrecker. I am serious, let me in." You stand still for only a moment, before suddenly trying to rush him.

It doesn't work of course, and only ends up with you getting grabbed again. He hefts you up in the air, and without really thinking you put your foot on his belt, and push upward.

If you can't get around, you're going to go over.

"Hey!"

He says, as your stomach digs into his shoulder. Once you reach past center mass however you begin to fall face forward, and once Wrecker realizes this, he quickly grabs your upper thighs to make sure you don't plummet right into the ground.

This of course makes you tense up given how close Wrecker's hands are to your bottom, and he also realizes the same and quickly swallows a knot in his throat. You push your palms against his back, attempting to push yourself upright again, but struggle to with how far you've fallen forward.

Moments later as well, the cockpit door finally slides open.

"What are you two doing out here?"

Tech says, looking at your face and Wrecker's back. You're forced to give Tech a very uncomfortable and bashful smile before Wrecker sits you down, and turns around with a nervous look.

"Just playin' around. She wanted to bug you and I was trying to make sure she didn't. You said to not let anyone bother you." Tech hums.

"I just needed quiet for a moment. You didn't need to throw her around like that." Wrecker looks down at you and smiles, and you look up with the same- cheeks feeling slightly hot. Judging by Wrecker's nervous expression and posture, he's in a similar boat.

Oops.

#the bad batch wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker x reader #the bad batch x reader #Wrecker/Reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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more-cardigan-than-woman · 1 year

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Gym Buddies -Go For A Hike.

Summary: Things continue to get hot and heavy after what happened at the gym. You and Jason go for a hike.

Reader x Jason Todd

1.2k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, Public sex, swearing.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“Did I though?” you squint tilting your head to the side

“You know you did,” he chucks your water bottle at you, “asking me when I'm about to cum, is definitely a type of coercion.”

“You did agree though,” you remind him, “and you didn't seem to be complaining then.”

“Ner ner ner,” Jason makes a face behind you.

“Come on, you won't make it up the mountain complaining.”

“You underestimate my abilities.”

“I think I’ve got a pretty good grasp of your abilities,” you say walking away and starting up towards the trail, “Now, hurry up.”

“Still doesn't explain why we’re here in the dark,” Jason jogs up beside you, his pace slowing once he reaches your side.

“Easy,” you shrug, “I thought you might be allergic to the sun.”

“What?”

“Dude,” you spin walking backwards up the trail as the trees start to grow denser, “ when have I ever, ever seen you during the day. You have to at least be nocturnal,”

“Maybe you are. I’ve never seen you in the sun either.”

“What if we’re both nocturnal?” you make a wide eyed face at him, “maybe I’m a monster that's lured you out here to kill you?”

“Fuck me to death is more likely.”

“Death by Snu Snu,” you laugh, turning back around, “that's always been the dream.”

“How are we friends?” Jason shakes his head, pulling a snack from his pocket.

“Are we friends though? You just seem to follow me around?”

“Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”

“I will.”

“Is this the top?” Jason huffs, gulping down his water.

“You tired?”

“No, I just- give me a second.”

“Take your time,” you use Jasons not a rest to take a drink of your own.

"Maybe I just like the view from here."

"Like what ya seeing?"

"I am," he reaches out, slapping you on the ass.

"Hey!"

"You love it."

"Fuck you,"

"That how it is?" He steps wider bringing him right up behind you, his hand snaking around your middle, "you make me go on this stupid uphill walk and then bully me?" His voice is right in your ear.

"Don't know what else you'd expect."

"Well then," his arm tightens around your middle, lifting your feet from the ground.

"Put me down! Where are we going?" You ask as a twig hits you in the face, "we're going to get lost if we go off trail."

"Don't worry, you little shit," he stops after a minute, "just don't want anyone to see what I'm about to do to you."

"And what's that?" You harumph as he pushes your back into a tree, his thick thighs parting yours as he steps closer to you. His kiss like fire as he warms your whole body, his teeth gnashing out to taste your tongue.

"Fuck your little brain out." His hand slips into your pants, feeling how wet your pussy already is, "so wet already, what's got you so worked up? Does torturing me with this hike turn you on?"

"It's the thermals, they look so good on you,"

"It wasn't thinking about me doing this to you in the woods?" He asks, as his thumb starts to graze over your clit, "did you dream about fucking me on this mountain sweetheart?"

"Maybe,"

"I think you did," he presses a thick finger inside you, curling it up inside you. His other hand holding you steady while your hands grip tight to his large biceps, "watching that pretty ass jiggle in front of me for the last 20 minutes certainly worked on me."

"Jesus, Jason," you press back into the tree trying to get some leverage but he won't let you move.

"Fuck, you look so good in this light."

You don't know what he's talking about until he moves slightly and your releases from his giant shadow, the warm orange glow of the sun starting to rise just on the horizon filtering through the trees, "please fuck me."

"We better be quick," he whispers as his hand moves to pull down your tights so they're wrapped around your thighs, "turn around,"

"Hurry up."

"What do you think I'm doing? Stick your ass out for me sweetheart."

You both let out a silent cry, your pussy enveloping his giant cock, his whole body pushing your front into the tree so that no one could see you if they did happen to stumble upon you. Trying to be quiet Jason slowly fucks into you, his hands grasping at your breasts and on your bare hips as you hold onto the tree.

"Wow, Jay,"

"Yeah, I know, sweetheart, feels fucking good."

"No Jay, stop looking at me," you reach back grabbing his hair and pulling his head up, "look at that."

"Seen plenty of sunrises," he comments his mouth moving back to your neck, "none of them have ever been as spectacular as you."

"Cheeseball," you moan as he presses harder into you, his teeth nipping at your ear lobe, "fuck Jay, right there."

'Right there?" He does it again, "you don't wanna stop and look at the-" his hand slams over your mouth, "shhhh, can you hear that?" You nod, hearing the cracking of twigs as you start to squirm on top of him, his cock slowly still thrusting into you, "keep quiet, I think they're walking away," his other hand slips down between your legs, rubbing over your clit making you shake. Your nails digging into his sweater as you cling to his arms, "cum, sweetheart, just try not to scream."

You thrust back into him as you hear the noises disappear further up the mountain, chasing that deep pleasure that's resonating inside you and the throb of Jason's cock driving you to push harder, "shit, baby, you better cum, coz I'm gunna-" his cum floods your insides and pleasure fills your whole body as you bite down on your lip to keep the noises in.

Jason's breath is heavy and panting in your ear as his pace slows down, his chin resting on top of your shoulder as he plants kisses on your cheek, "you did so good," he releases your mouth from his grip and steps back from you, until he sees how shaky your legs are. With one hand on your waist to hold you steady, pulling his pants up and then moving onto yours, "you going to be alright to go back down?"

"Yeah, just let me minute."

"Here have some water."

"Thanks, isn't this view just-" you peer a bit closer the line of the trees, the large valley below clearly visible as the sun rises higher, "you fucked me on a cliff? We couldn't fallen off." You slap him gently on the arm.

"Don't be silly, I wouldn't have let you fall."

"Ah huh," you take a sip of your water, "I know, you know I've wanted to come up here for ages now."

"Why didn't you?"

"Really? You want to take a guess as to why I didn't want to walk up a mountain alone in the dark?"

"This your way of telling me I make you feel safe, Sweetheart?"

"Want to head back down now?" you ignore his question, not sure if you're ready for the answer yet, "I think my legs are working again."

"Let's go and you can treat me to breakfast."

"Can I?"

"Yeah, it's the least you can do for making me walk up here."

"Was it really so bad?" You ask as you try to figure out where the fuck the trail is from here.

"Probably would've been by myself, but you seem to make everything fun, sweetheart."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #reader x jason todd #x reader #jason todd fanfic #reader x red hood #red hood x reader #red hood fanfic #gym buddies

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proxima-writes · 1 year

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the satanic rites of eddie munson (chapter 1)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Cheerleader!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Read on AO3

Summary:

Eddie was just trying to have a normal Thursday when some band from out of town decides he’d make an excellent virgin sacrifice for their get-famous-quick plan.

Except he’s not a virgin, and the ritual unleashes something much more sinister that lives in him now, hungry for flesh and possessive of you, the pretty cheerleader he’s always been drawn to.

Which means anyone that touches you? Needs to die.

Inspired by the movie Jennifer's Body.

Author Note: Multiple chapters are currently available on AO3. Heed the tags.

Additional tags: mentions of blood and gore, violence, explicit language, no sexual content this chapter, bullying

Eddie’s feet pound against the damp forest floor as he sprints away from the sound of enraged voices echoing through the trees.

Taking a sharp right, he presses himself to a wide tree, trying to catch his breath. He doesn’t know how this whole night went sideways.

He’d gone to The Hideout, just as he does every Thursday for the sad excuse for an open mic night that gives Corroded Coffin a chance to play somewhere other than Jeff’s garage. Except, unlike every other Thursday, another band signed up to play.

Death By Midnight.

They had a good sound, and Eddie found himself enjoying the set even as Jeff and Gareth grumbled about not getting the chance to play. He even went out back to smoke a cigarette with them. All totally normal.

So, why the hell was he running for his life now?

Oh, yeah. Because the lead singer had bashed him over the head with a fucking rock and when he came to, they were standing around him, chanting and pressing a knife to his goddamn throat.

Totally normal Thursday activities.

Eddie’s heart races as the voices draw nearer. With careful steps, he inches from around the tree, keeping himself turned in the direction of where he thinks the voices are coming from.

Big mistake.

An arm wraps around his neck and he thrashes against the tight hold, fingers digging into the leather of the jacket his assailant wears.

“Gotcha,” a voice taunts before the black at the edges of his vision takes over.

Eddie wakes to a dull throb of pain throughout his whole body.

When he peels his eyes open, he notes in relief that he’s in his own bed. No light filters through the haphazard sheet that acts as his curtain, so it’s still early morning. Early enough that he doesn’t hear his Uncle Wayne’s footsteps from the other side of the trailer.

He’s glad to be in his own bed but, if he’s honest, he doesn’t remember how he got back. That thought takes an immediate back seat when he realizes how agonizingly hungry he is.

He leverages himself out of bed, joints screaming and muscles on fire as he stumbles to the small kitchen. The trailer is dark, only the dim yellow light of the stove illuminating the dark shapes of the dated kitchen appliances.

He tugs the fridge door open, assessing the contents. There’s a foil wrapped plate that he peeks into, finding a turkey sandwich that Uncle Wayne left for him. He tears into it, eating it in no more than five bites.

But he was still starving.

He pushes aside beer bottles and condiments to find two pudding cups. He rips the foil lids off both, pouring the contents straight into his mouth.

But impossibly, he was even hungrier.

He goes on a final forage, tugging open the drawers until he spots a plastic wrapped steak. Eddie knows that Uncle Wayne buys himself a steak with each paycheck - a little treat for making it through the long hours and backbreaking work at the factory. He hesitates briefly, a knot of guilt forming as he stares at the bleeding hunk of steak.

Ultimately, the hunger wins out. He rips into the plastic wrap, bringing the bloody meat to his mouth and ripping into it with his teeth. The blood drips from his lips and splashing onto his shirt, but he pays it no mind.

The hunger finally subsides.

In a daze, he tosses the packaging into the trash and ambles back to bed. He crawls back into the nest of blankets and lets sleep reclaim him.

——

It’s Friday in Hawkins, which means the town is buzzing with excitement for an evening of high school football. The festivities are in full swing as Eddie moves through the halls in an exhausted daze, brain foggy and bones aching in a way he’s never experienced. The lights burn his eyes, the noises make him grit his teeth.

In first period, he slumps against the two person lab bench. He only perks up when he feels somebody sit down beside him.

“Hey, Eddie,” you chirp. You set your backpack on the bench top, settling daintily on the stool. His tired eyes take in your bright smile before hungrily taking in the visage of you in that god forsaken cheerleader uniform.

“Hey,” he croaks. You frown, and he hates to see those little lines of worry on your face.

“Are you okay? You don’t look so good,” you tell him. Your hand reaches out automatically, cool palm pressing to his heated forehead. The touch sparks along his skin, and he bites back a moan. “You’re burning up, Eddie. You should probably go to the nurse.”

“No, I’m fine. I’m just tired,” he argues, batting your hand away and already missing the contact.

Eddie always felt conflicted when it came to you. He stands on a policy of non-conformity, of marching to the beat of his own drum. The popular kids often make that their reason for singling him out. The cheerleaders whisper behind his back, while the jocks hurl their insults and fists at his face.

The exception has always been you. The gorgeous, soft spoken girl that emerges from the back of the crowd to come to his defense, redirecting the ire of your clique away from him when you can. In any class you have together, you immediately make him your partner in group activities. You’re funny and smart and so damn beautiful and sweet that his heart clenches when you’re near.

He doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve the warmth of the sun through your smile, but damn if he’s going to question it.

You look like you’re about to argue with him when Greg Pearson slings an arm around you. Your shoulders tense, jaw clenching as his annoying voice asks, “What are you doing sitting with the freak, baby?”

“I’m not your ‘baby’, Greg, and don’t call Eddie a freak,” you snap, shaking his arm off.

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that,” he counters, leaning into your space. “You look good in that little skirt.”

“You’re such a pig,” you tell him.

Eddie’s fist clenches in anger as he watches the exchange. Greg’s attention turns to him, and he fights the urge to punch him.

“You got any party favors for tonight, freak?” He asks. Eddie narrows his eyes.

“Sure thing, buddy. You sure you can spare more brain cells, though?” He replies sarcastically. You bite your lip to hold in a giggle as Greg turns red in anger. The warning bell goes off as Greg stalks forward, and instead of getting a fist to the nose for his little comment, Greg just scoffs.

“Just meet me in the woods after the pep rally, asshole,” he mutters. He shoulder checks Eddie as he passes. Your hand reaches out to steady him on the stool.

“Definitely not enough brain cells to spare,” you whisper, flashing him a conspiratorial smile.

He smiles back, feeling a little more awake than before.

——

There’s only one reason Eddie goes to the pep rallies, and it’s not because of school spirit.

More like he’s a glutton for punishment.

He stands at the edge of the bleachers, eyes glued to you as you perform the halftime routine for the packed gym, the crowd’s cheers echoing yours. He’s mesmerized by you, by the swish of your shiny ponytail over your shoulders and the peek of your bloomers he gets when you twirl and your Hawkins green skirt lifts up.

The rest of the day went by in a fog, like Eddie was watching himself from outside his own body. On top of that, he was hungry again, nearly starving, even after inhaling three pieces of cafeteria pizza. He barely even notices that the pep rally has ended until he’s jostled by the flood of students leaving the gym.

He joins the flow of bodies, one hand clutching tightly to his metal lunchbox of illicit substances. His tired muscles bring him to the edge of the forest and down a familiar path to a wooden picnic table that’s seemingly forgotten amongst the tree cover and acts as a perfect rendezvous point for his little business.

Greg is already there, hands pressed to his hips.

“You’re late,” he barks, stomping over and looming over Eddie.

“Fuck off, Pearson. You want me to tell Officer Daddy that his golden boy buys speed in the woods?” Eddie snaps back. Today is not the fucking day.

Greg wraps his hand in Eddie’s shirt, shoving him until his back hits a tree. “You wouldn’t fucking dare you goddamn freak.”

Eddie’s had enough. His vision goes red and his teeth ache with an urge to bite. His blood fizzles in his veins with adrenaline.

Or something more.

Greg must see it, sense it, because his eyes go wide with fear, his fist loosening just enough to give Eddie the chance to rush forward, shoving him back until he hits the ground.

The next few moments are a blur. Eddie barely registers the scream that leaves Greg’s throat, the sound abruptly cut off by the gurgle of blood pooling in the wound left by his teeth. Teeth red and eyes wild, Eddie continues to feast.

And as Greg bleeds out, Eddie can’t help but think he’s never felt more alive.

#eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #demon eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader smut #multi chapter #inspired by jennifer’s body

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Anything You Like (the Jaylos-but-also-polyamory part)

More of my Soulmate AU! This section got wildly out of hand. Like, almost a third of my WIP-document out of hand. Loosely based on the Isle of the Lost book canon, so warning for bullying and terrible parenting.

"Get back here!" Jay shouts desperately at the kid disappearing as fast as his skinny legs can carry him, around the corner of the market street and deep into the maze of stalls. "I'm not--"

Not what, his rational, thinking brain offers. Not going to hurt him?

That's a stupid thought. Life on the island is all about hurting people.

Jay hurts people for fun, and for class, and just because there are people in his way and he's finally starting to be one of the bigger, stronger kids who can get away with hurting other people instead of being the one who's hurt all the time. He's done his time as a little kid, and it feels... better to be the one in control, instead of the one who's always running and hiding and trying to avoid the people who want to hurt him. It's not like Jay can really run from his problems, not when they're all stuck on the same shitty island together with adults who want to leave him bleeding or dead or worse, but now that he's bigger, he can start fighting them instead of trying to run all the time.

His soulmate isn't very big yet. Probably not big enough or strong enough to fight off an adult.

Jay is not nice, and he is not kind, and he lives on the Isle of the Lost, so he doesn't, can't, care about other people like he cares about himself. He's not anybody else's top priority, so he's got to be his own number one.

He's already got two soulmates to deal with, and a third one, especially a fast little third one who bites and squirms and has a knife and no sense of when he should use it shouldn't be something Jay is thinking about. He should make the smart choice, and swipe a new pair of gloves to cover the mark, and never think about it again.

Yeah. That would be the smart thing to do.

Conceal it, don't feel it, don't let it show. That's what they do on the mainland when they've got inconvenient feelings, and that's what Jay should do about this new soulmark and the inconvenient, annoying soulmate who comes with it. He should put it somewhere under his gloves, in the back of his mind, and never think about it again.

He’s not going to, but it’s what he should do. Objectively speaking. It’s probably what Mal would tell him to do too, if she knew about this new soulmate.

Jay should tell her. They’re each other’s first real marks. It’s not supposed to mean something on the isle of the lost, but it sometimes does anyway. They’re a villain-and-sidekick duo. Or, on their bad days, sidekick and sidekick. Sometimes everything goes wrong, and neither of them is feeling up to claiming responsibility for a scheme gone sideways, so they call themselves both sidekicks, trying to prop each other up without a proper villain to work around. Two useless lackeys with only each other to command.

A pebble bounces off Jay’s head.

Shit. If he were less lucky, the rock could have been a bottle, or a knife, or—

“Dude!” His soulmate shouts from the rooftop of the shitty cauldron store. The very easily accessible roof of the shitty cauldron store. “Are you coming up or not?”

Right.

One jump over the stack of third-rate cauldrons, and it’s an easy grab for the crumbling ladder on the side of the building. The momentum makes the ladder creak, but Jay’s been doing this for ages, and he’s not heavy enough to pull it out of the brick yet. He can’t quite get the leverage to do something cool, like backflip up onto the roof, but he can pull with his arms instead of his core, which is stupid and going to hurt later, but it makes his biceps pop.

His soulmate probably doesn’t care what his arms look like. He’s probably some sad nerd who’s never looked at a guy in his life, and it’s just a coincidence that they’re marked for each other. Probably. Anything else would be almost good, and if there’s one kind of thing that never happens on the isle, it’s goodness.

So, coincidence it is.

Jay's new soulmate glares at him. "You wanted to talk?"

It’s probably not the best choice, seeing as the only reason they’re here is because Jay’s soulmate let him catch up, but it’s too fun to mess with him. “You don't?" Jay asks, keeping his face neutral. No point in giving anything away yet. He’s not above having fun with this. “Thought you’d want to get to know each other a bit. Seeing as we’re soulmates and all.”

The kid glares back at him. Jay knows everyone at school, and he knows perfectly well who Carlos DeVil is, but they’ve never actually talked outside of school before.

Actually, they’ve never really talked in school either. Sure, they’ve traded insults in the hall, and done their fair share of shouting at each other in class when Jay gets bored and starts throwing things into their weird science beaker, but they’ve never just…. talked.

It’s weird, actually.

Carlos folds his arms, defensive-like. "Nothing to talk about. We're soulmarked, yay.” he rolls his eyes, somehow turning the ‘yay’ into the most sarcastic noise the isle’s seen in the last eighteen years. “You're still going to beat me up at school. I'm still gonna--"

He stops, abruptly.

"Gonna what?" Jay asks, fascinated despite himself. "Don't just stop there, man. What're you going to do now?"

Carlos glares harder. "Nothing. Shut up."

Jay is absolutely not going to do that. He's got another soulmate, and he's a fucking nerd, and he was definitely going to say something interesting. "Nope," Jay says cheerfully. His soulmate might be grumpy and nervous right now, but Jay's having a great time now that they're actually talking. "We're soulmarked now, so you've got to tell me. That's the rules."

"We're on the isle. We don't have rules."

"The cosmic rules of the universe. Soulmarks are like the one kind of magic we have over here, dude. Don't ruin the magic for me by saying you don't know the rules."

Carlos looks pissed. "There aren't rules!"

"Nu-uh,” Jay says, letting his voice fall into something light and almost singsong. “There totally are. The rules are that you have to tell me what you're thinking."

"I'm thinking that you're a jerk." Carlos snaps. “And this is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, and you should’ve just bought better gloves and never fucking touched me in the first place.”

"Cool.” Jay says brightly. He’s never had someone tell him when they’re thinking honestly before, and it’s sort of intoxicating. He could get used to his kind of thing. “I'm thinking that we should stick together. I'll introduce you to Mal tomorrow, if that's cool?"

"I know who Mal is. Everyone at school knows Mal."

“Nah,” Jay says, not even bothering to hide his smile. He’s definitely going to introduce Carlos to Mal tomorrow, and they’re going to get along like a house on fire, because they’re both assholes. “You know about Mal. You don't know her. Nobody else really knows her, not like me. And you, cause I'm going to introduce you."

"What if I don't want that?"

He obviously does want it. Nobody at school except for an idiot would turn down an invite to get out of Mal’s bad graces, and Carlos isn’t an idiot. Jay wouldn’t have spent the last sixteen years taking stuff out of his locker if he were dumb, and it’s gonna be great.

"Too bad. I'm introducing you two anyway.” Jay says cheerfully. Having a new soulmate is fun. Having two soulmates has been great for him so far, and it’s going to be even better once they get to know each other too. “Hey, maybe cause we share a mark, you’ll share one with Mal too!”

Carlos mumbles something mostly-inaudible. Jay can’t be sure, but it sounded suspiciously unlike the words “I’m so excited to meet your other soulmate” and a lot more like “if there’s two of them I’m going to fucking kill myself.”

So. That’s a little worrying.

Honesty seems to be the way to go. At least when he’s with Mal, honest questions about the gaps in their plan usually lead to less stabbing of their essential body parts, and more of them stabbing the other guys. So there’s that, and also the refreshingly honest answer he got out of his new soulmate last time, soo….

"What?” Jay asks. He’s still trying to keep his expression normal, but it’s hard to focus on that when there’s so many other things to worry about. Like how he’s going to explain to Mal that they’ve got a new gang member, and how he’s going to drag the two of them into the same space long enough to like each other. Maybe he should treat them both like the feral cats that he caught for his cousin, and lock them in rooms next to each other for a while so they can both shout at him until they get tired and decide it’s better to ally together.

Carlos sighs. It’s almost like Jay’s starting to wear down some of his prickly edges already. "I said, I don't want to get to know Mal. You two have been tormenting me since kindergarten. Nothing is going to change just because you have a mark on your hand."

Jay taps the new mark with his fingertips before he even realizes he’s doing it. It’s technically on his wrist, not his hand, but it’s going to be hard to hide either way. "You've got one too."

"Yeah, and my mother is going to try and cut it out of me as soon as she finds out,” Carlos says. He’s not glaring anymore, which would be cool if his face hadn’t gone totally blank instead. Like a mask, or like the thing that Evie, the pretty new girl that Mal’s been obsessed with since she showed up to school does with her face when she’s not thinking about it. “It'd be cool if you would stop fucking up all my shit at school, but I don't actually expect you to like, change or anything. We don't have to be anything because of this."

Ouch. "We don't fuck with that much of your shit."

"You soulmarked me by accident because you were trying to shove my head in a toilet," Carlos says, patiently. He's standing just out of arm's reach, with his back to the open rooftop. They're within easy sprinting distance to three other houses with low roofs, and Jay can count a handful of small, open windows that Carlos could probably dive through without issue, but are small enough that Jay, with his wider shoulders, would have to slow down and slip through more carefully. "I don't think you'd be able to stop fucking up my shit if you tried."

"Hey!"

"Just being honest. And hey, if you want to try, be my guest. I'd love to actually keep some of the shit I make for myself."

There’s a weight in Jay’s pocket that feels a lot like a handmade crossbow pen. And another one in his boot that might be a handful of tiny button batteries, and okay, maybe a third weight shoved in the secret pocket in the back of his vest that’s stuffed full of the wire contraption that he snagged without thinking right after his hand slipped and the soulmark showed up.

It’s not something he’s gonna keep doing now, obviously.

"We do take a lot of your shit, huh.” Jay admits. “I uh, I have some of your stuff. If you want it back.”

Carlos’s face is still blank. "Yeah. I know. And I also know that Auradon psychology textbooks say it's because nobody loves you at home, but it'd be really cool if you could stop taking it out on me."

Ouch. That one lands, and Jay has to work to keep his face blank over the instinctive spike of hurt that wells up in the dark depths of his chest. He's not exactly his dad's favorite person, but there's the other two girls who work in the shop sometimes, and they're friendly enough. Someone to help clean the dust off the junk and swap jokes with while they're handing over their weekly cut of the earnings is almost like having a friend, and Delphine even sticks around to flirt sometimes after her shift ends.

Delphine is nearly thirty, and keeps more knives on her person than Jay's ever managed to slip out of her pockets. She's also sort of scary if he tries to slip out before she's done talking with him, but she pays attention to his new bruises, and she once brought him a cup of stew from the spicier stall two streets down, and didn't even spit in it first. So she's basically the closest thing he's got to a friend at home.

"Mal takes her temper out on everyone," Jay points out, instead of defending his home life. It's the Isle of the Lost. They're all stuck here together with the same shitty parents, and explaining that he's got one person who usually doesn't throw anything at him on the way out the door isn't exactly a resounding defense. "I don't think I could stop her if I tried."

Carlos rolls his eyes. Now that Jay's looking, there's a ring of old bruises around his left eye. "I know. The whole school knows. It wasn't this bad last year, but ever since you two got dumped by Uma's pirate crew, or whatever–"

"We broke it off with them."

"Or whatever,” Carlos repeats, rolling his eyes again. “It's not like it makes a difference what actually happened. She's been kind of a raging bitch since then."

Jay lifts an eyebrow, partially at the language choice, and partially because he’s sort of being thrown for a loop here. Everyone wants to meet Mal, and he’s not really sure if he’s got anything to offer outside of his connection with her.

“Yeah, well,” he tries. “I bet if she had another soulmate, she’d probably be a lot less…”

“Bitchy?”

“I was gonna say irritable. Look, we lost half our crew when we dumped Uma’s gang–”

“When they dumped you,” Carlos whispers.

Jay shoots him a look. “Whatever. When we broke up, we lost a lot of our crew. And it’s not like we’re having trouble keeping things under control on our own, but we wouldn’t turn down company, if you’re interested. We have a hideout and everything. You could come and stay the night, if you want. Just to try it out.”

There’s a flicker of interest in his soulmate’s face.

“I guess,” Carlos says slowly. “If you’re offering, it would be not the worst thing to get out of my mom’s house for a night.”

Bingo.

“We’re offering.” Jay says, before he can think twice about the offer. He’ll lock Mal in their storage room, keep her out of the way until he’s got his new soulmate acclimated to the place. “Come on, if we go now we can make it home before Mal gets there, and you can give her the scare of her fuckin’ life.”

There’s a tiny hint of what might be a smile on Carlos’s face. “Sounds fun.”

It’s a risk, but they’re doing so well now that he can’t resist.

Jay holds out a hand. “Come on. Let me show you the way.”

Carlos takes it. “Lead on, I guess.”

#my fic #descendants #disney descendants #descendants fic #carlos de vil #jay son of jafar #I've been having too much fun with this and I know that I have to stop posting everything to tumblr in scraps #but also consider that I have about one brain cell left to write with and posting everything as soon as I write it sparks joy???

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What do you *actually* think will happen in 17?

sorry to take so long with this. I had a rough weekend and needed time to think this through so here is a list of things that "might" happen in s17. Be warned for some passive aggressiveness

the obvious:

More of Garcia being a stubborn bitch: I doubt the show will make her realize how shitty the character was in s16 and continue to derail her character somehow

Garcia being easily forgiven for her hookup with T*ler G*een cause god forbid anyone can be "rightfully" upset at the beloved Penelope Garcia

Tyler Green getting a shit ton of screentime, since he's now a series regular and him being irrelevant in s17

Luke being a glorified extra once again and only getting scraps about his life cause god forbid he and Tara take away any screentime from the beloved white men

More unnecessary screentime of Rossi in pain and suffering

Reid being mentioned a 1000000 times while Matt is forgotten (they haven't mentioned Matt after 16x02)

The gold star storyline being underwhelming

Luke and Tara still being out of focus

Evolution!Garcia being much ruder to Luke, even with their last scene in 16x10, the show will find ways for her to revery back to bullying Luke cause god forbid they let them be happy and less toxic together

Rossi's trauma after being trapped in a container being ignored after 17x01. I mean cm has an obvious track record of ignoring their character's traumas so why stop there

the rest of the characters having ooc moments besides Garcia

Will being mentioned several times by JJ, since Josh isn't coming back to s17

Garcia still having no remorse over her actions in s16 and they get brushed off with no consequences

Another cliffhanger in 17x10

Tyler Green still not dying and disappearing in 17x10

Elias possibly dying or disappearing before Tyler Green in 17x10

Emily missing out on fun team bonding moments cause of "work", based on the bts photo with everyone

Tyler Green trying to be "friendly" and helpful with everyone on the team

Tyler also having no remorse for sleeping with Garcia, a federal agent and not caring that there could be repercussions especially if the case goes on trial

The Gold Star Storyline being about Rossi, and the show trying to showhorn Tyler Green into the mix

More swearing from the characters

Tyler Green trying to "win" Garcia back

Luke still giving heart eyes

Luke still not getting a storyline, cause god forbid cm gives him more screentime than any of the white men

Shit, I almost forgot, JJ being calm and chill regarding Will despite seeing him get shot (despite surviving) with the same thing as Rossi and his ptsd

50/50 chance of happening:

JJ having slightly less screentime than s16 due to Will not appearing in s17, and the writers not knowing what to do with JJ that doesn't revolve around her and her husband and sons

Emily's "storyline" revolving around Bailey. Just cause he's dead, doesn't mean that the show isn't gonna stop having the women's storylines focus on anything else but the men around them. I do understand why Emily would be the most affected by his death despite their differences as the two were close but I don't want Bailey's death to take up all of Emily's storyline in s17, idk if that makes sense, like I don't want it to be the only thing s17 has for Emily. All we know that Emily goes through some "serious shit" which could mean anything

more random Tara and Rebecca drama, assuming if Nicole comes back

The garvez/greencia love triangle taking up more screentime than necessary, especially with Tyler Green being a "main" character

Elias Voit becoming Cat Adams 2.0, ruining an interesting villain by having him overstay his welcome longer than needed, not helped that Zach is also promoted to series regular, a first time they did that with an unsub and I don't understand why, despite interviews stating Elias' role in s17 being a hannibal lecter type role

Elias finding out about Garcia and Tyler Green's relationship and using it as leverage and preventing the BAU from prosecuting him for his crimes, which is why the

Garcia defending Tyler Green, moreso in front of Luke whenever he has any valid criticisms of him

Luke and Tyler having a verbal argument of some sort and it leads to a "fallout" between Luke and Garcia

The characters wearing more browns and grays

50/50 of fans and viewers being disappointed and let down

Person behind the door at the cliffhanger being anyone but Reid

Elias only interacting with Rossi

Bailey having more screentime than Luke and Tara despite him being dead and only in flashbacks or hallucinations

Garcia being conflicted about getting back together with Tyler

Garcia bragging about her therapy sessions once again

JJ's storyline revolving around her sons and some unnecessary drama to the boys, especially Henry. Him either getting bullied or anxious for whatever reason, not to mention his concern for his parent's safety and it gets brushed off after an episode or two

Tara and Rebecca possibly reconciling before breaking up, again

This is all I have so far, might update this if I come up with something else. Again, sorry for the passive aggressiveness, I'm still bitter about certain things in s16

@snailsandpuppy-dogtails, you're welcome to add more to this

@missmitchieg, @blackbird-brewster, @gaelic-symphony, @bacchicly, @baubeautyandthegeek, feel free to add more to this

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #david rossi #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #tara lewis #luke alvez #emily prentiss #elias voit #tyler green #rebecca wilson

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chalkrevelations · 6 months

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L-O-fucking-L - I like how Night immediately sees where this interview is going and tries to shut it down by being professional and asking Mork relevant questions. Too bad that’s not going to work, my friend.

So, Day is pretty vicious in this first interaction with Mork – he’s clearly decided he’s found someone he can take out his frustrations on, this jerk who immediately rejected the job – rejected Day – the second he saw that Day was disabled, without even trying to make a show for Mom and her money, the way all the other assholes they’ve talked to today have done. In fact, I’d even say Day’s being predatory here. Sexually predatory, yes - trying to make Mork uncomfortable when he asks if Mork’s hot, telling him to go into details, asking if he’s shy, trying to weaponize some homophobia against him and clearly not expecting Mork to immediately turn this into the game of gay chicken it becomes right in front of Mom’s and Night’s salads. (Also, that mouth-half-open look Sea keeps using here? Absolutely calculated.) But also predatory in other ways, including leveraging his socioeconomic status against Mork – oh, this guy doesn’t even care about making a show for Mom and her money? What about if we offer you twice what you make now? Three times? Five times? Ten times? How much will it take for you to sell yourself? Because of course you’re going to have a selling point.

It’s kind of fascinating to watch Sea do this scene. I feel like up until now, Jimmy’s taken on more … difficult characters in his shows – Wai, Puen, the ones who have some complexities that ultimately made them dislikable to some viewers, but that I’ve frankly been fascinated by because of the way they also retain my sympathies? Empathy? This time, Sea’s playing a little shit right out of the gate, and I’m having complex feelings about that, because first of all, we know Sea and we also know the trajectory of this story, so I wonder how much they’re counting on a pre-existing amount of sympathy for Day built into the audience because of the actor, and I’m also – a little uncomfortably - wondering how much they’re counting on paternalistic attitudes about disabled people to bring a pre-existing amount of sympathy built into the audience. And I’m also wondering how conscious they are of that second possibility and how much they’re actively leaning into it, and how much of it is or isn’t intended to undermine paternalistic attitudes. Like, are we willing to admit that Day is actually this much of an asshole here? Yeah, he’s a whole prickly ball of defensive behavior throwing around what privilege he still has in order to make everyone around him as uncomfortable as possible because he’s probably terrified, but he’s also not some poor ickle baby, he’s pushing back against being seen as one, and he’s being an asshole to someone he actually does have some considerable socioeconomic privilege over. He’s being a bully.

Meanwhile, I’m also really wishing we had more idea of what Day was like before he started losing his vision, and I’m turning over the thought that part of what I and the story may be confronting right now is this idea that I should get to know backstory as part of making a disabled character – a disabled person – sympathetic. Because I don’t get that in reality, before interacting with someone who’s a whole complex person who deserves to be taken as they are now.

#morkday #last twilight #last twilight the series #liveblogging ep 1

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